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She’s the girl that has a few best friends.
The girl that laughs the hardest at her own jokes.
The girl that expects way too much.
Says she doesn’t care what anyone thinks, but does deeply.
She’s the girl whose nice to everyone.
She’s the girl that will hang up on you,
but then call you right back and say sorry.
The kinda girl that will put all her trust in you until you gave her a reason not to.
She’s the girl that will never leave your side when you need her,
the girl that will go out of her way to cheer you up.
She’s the girl who says she isn’t ticklish,
but really is.
She’s the girl that will not give up on you if she really believes in you.
She is the kind of girl who believes in love.
I am that girl...
Dominique May 12
A handwarmer
(the day wasn't even that cold
but you were sweet
and I was blushing)

A handful of delays
(forgiven in a storm of gale
and hesitant surrender
to the idea of us)

A warm human body panting for more-
My cousin's body-
(not okay
not fine
not alright)

Then a silence

That ripped my edges to ribbons
And finally, your voice
That lilt of apathy
The way you said "only ten minutes".

Maybe time would have folded
If I went to you,
But the expanse only grew.

The knowledge I'd never kiss you again

Girls, girls, girls

And piles and piles of drugs.
These are the things that separated us and still do and probably always will.
Queenarama May 1
I am a romantic,
But I do put a barrier around myself.
So it’s hard for people to get in,
And to know the real me.
~Freddie Mercury
#7 Just some wise words of a legend
Skywlkr Apr 21
To be Seen ~
You Must be Noticed ~
To be Noticed you must Show Yourself.
But to Show Yourself ~
You Must Break Down a Barrier ~
But to Break down than Barrier you Need to Listen to Cruel Laughter ~
                     I No Longer Care if anyone
                   Hears my Screams of Terror
     My Words Are True they Carry Disaster I share my Words With you as my Heart Thumps Faster ;
So because I Stop throwing you "Attention" liking your Poems Filled with "Misdirection" does that Mean I Shouldn't be Seen and Does that Mean I Shouldn't be Noticed,,
                I Broke down a big barrier
                just to Get Roasted...............
Well I Realise that so Many Can't "See" that I "Noticed" you Built My "Barrier"
Back up Simply Because I Stopped Screaming Out
                     Your Morals are Wrong
                      Without a Doubt...........
But here I Be and your Being a Bam
So Bring it On throw me to the Ground With a hard Slam it's ignorant people like you that Makes me Who I am ;;;;;
Enough said from a broken head
Connor Anon Feb 21
With my words I weave a scene,
A flawless world that seems pristine.
Verdant trees and babbling brooks,
Lands from ancient story books.
It is in these worlds that I long to be,
Basking in blissful serenity.
Walls of paper blockade my way,
The ink-stained partitions seem to stay.
I wield my pen, my trusty blade,
As I carve a legacy page by page.
These places that I often scribe,
Evade me quite; I cannot lie.
Yet perhaps for a moment I may just pretend,
And weave my scenes until the end.
You can can create whimsical scenes with just ink and paper, but isn't it just a scrawl of black and white?
Pyrrha Feb 15
my whole heart was not enough
for when he spoke to me
it wasn't a language that I could comprehend
he spoke to me like he spoke to a wall
a ghost, a doll, something that was not real
that was not alive
gibberish
nonsense
if he loved me then I would understand
any language, any dialect, any tone
because words of love can and will
bypass any barrier
Confined within for seventeen never-ending years
Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer
Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater
Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near

Another day, lost in the space
Feeling more and more alien
Piercing the days like a warrior
Have my head cut off a thousand times
Another day, losing my own face
Smells more and more my carrion
Peering through this barrier
Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth

Existence does not mean belongingness
Dedicated to Per "Dead" Ohlin
Riley Cartwright Dec 2018
Nothing. Idea...Nothing.
No words. Too many words. Not enough words.
Never enough words.
Lacking. Empty. Blank.
Lacking. Empty. Dull?
Bland. Uninteresting.
Blocked.
No Creativity.
No Talent.
No Motivation.
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