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Bra-Tee Feb 2015
She'll write on your wall every week(or sometimes more) till your wall looks like a Valentine joint.

She'll post pictures of Her and tag you even if you are not there with Her, and you'll always feel that the LIKES you get from the facebook audience means alot more to Her than your happiness....And for the most part, you may be right.

She'll write love notes about how she feels about You but will never say it. She will comment on your pictures and tell you that you're so cute/handsome - but those words will never come out of Her lips.
On the inbox, you'll both have the hottest conversation but when the two of you are together, she'll transform into this "Shy miss Goody2shoes" even your friends will be shocked!

And later that very sameday she'll have the nerve to write on your wall again letting everyone on facebook know what a lovely day she had with You cause she doesn't wanna seem boring.
You'll get annoyed, and you won't even comment or like Her post...
Deep down, she will realize that you are breaking up with Her.
And there will be no need for words........(Just like that)
Sombro Jan 2015
'Do you want to go to a club?' he asked her.
She nodded and might even have smiled
He couldn't tell from
The gloom of her smartphone.

The club had a band and they played all the night
While she was playing Zombie Fight
The crowd got too crazy, and soon went to rush
While she was playing Candy Crush.

Her boyfriend got bored and went for a look
While she was checking her Facebook
He met a girl and he did the deed
While she was checking her Twitter feed.

She went to find him, looked up at the band
Wanted a member to hold by the hand
But they were all taken by girls who could try
While this girl just looked down and checked Spotify.

On the way home she saw a lady
On a Youtube vid' called 'What you've all  paid me.'
The people who watch her all make her life good
Be like her? The girl wished that she could.
It's sad, but I know a lot of people like this. Every time we go out for social events they're buried in their smartphones, not talking.
I am myself Nov 2014
I'm not special
My eyes
Just brown
Not light
Or dark

Your wall
Won't come down
I don't
Mean
Enough
Abigail Kruke Dec 2014
This morning, I sat in the car,
and watched snowflakes race each other down the window pane.
Each one flowing down a set path,
already marked for them by another.
And when they go to the end,
they collided with one another,
piled up
like cars on a highway.
And I noticed one,
who, tried to get away from it’s path, already set,
and it tried and tried against the cool grey sky,
but it couldn't,
and as the sun kicked through clouds.
The snowflake,
it too crashed into the others, trapped, at the bottom of the window pane.
And I watched as, more and more joined them there.
Forgetting for a moment
That, I was human..
As I watched them in their set paths,
doomed.  
until the sun
melted
them
away...
Sombro Dec 2014
Some people hope.
And you?
Some people dream.
And you?
Some people laugh.
And you?
Some people try.
What about you?

Me, I cry.
And you?
Me, I trip and graze my bone.
And you?
Me, I walk and hurt my feet.
And you?
Me, I live on a spectrum.
What about you?

You, you chuckle.
You, you accept.
You, you wait.
You, you absorb.

You are not a person.
You are a sponge.
And when you do not squeeze yourself,
All you will do is take in,
Until you saturate
and split your sides.

You, you do not live.
Me, at least I try.
Again, not directed at any of you guys :)
Hayley Coleman Dec 2014
My hands grasp onto unsure objects
Fighting the past and barely handling the future
And I feel sick.
I feel sick each day
Each morning
Each evening
Each conversation
Each cigarette.
I cannot digest this,
Nor can I digest the food on my plate,
Or the information thrown at me each day.
I am lethargic and boring,
Lame and confused,
Tired and constant,
There is no change.
I fear routine but
Also fear change
I am fickle.
I am boring I am selfless
I am selfish I am sure
I am distant
I am clingy
Like the shore.
I pull you in when I need you
Push you away when I don't
Cry when I am uncomfortable
And turn dark and I am cold.
I grasp onto unsure things,
Hoping I will gain control.
Control is not in my control;
However,
I will try and grasp onto these feelings,
Write about it and wither in self pity
Only to realize
I can only control the words
Escaping my chapped lips.
Tea
i will always be a cup of coffee
a little strong
a bit too sweet
and I can never change
her love
of a watered down alternative
that she prefers
instead of me
Sydney Ann Nov 2014
Empty eyes on empty days
Walking in the pouring rain
Life is heavy
Moving steady
Trudging forward when we're ready
Walking through this ever lasting fog
Kat Herondale Nov 2014
They Ask Me Why I Act Like I Act,
They Ask Me Why I Am Who I Am,
But I always Reply,
"Because, This Is Me."

They Ask Me Why I am Always So Happy,
Why I Smile Even In Bad Situations,
And I Reply,
"Because, This Is Me, This Who I Am."

They Ask Me Why I Try So Hard To Get People To Smile,
Why I Try To Make People Happy,
And I Reply,
"Because, This Is Me, This Is Who I Am, And This Is What Makes Me Happy."
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