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ElizabethS May 2014
"Oh my"
It's getting really late
I must move fast to meet my mom
Or a fight we will create

I scurry down the sidewalk
To see my friends at the park
Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark

"Hello" I say out loud
They wave and greet me back
"We missed you"
I join them and drop my backpack

I sit down and talk for hours
I forget about the time
"Where the heck was I going?"
These friends are none of mine

I get up from the swings
I'm confused.. question-mark
I feel like I've done this before
I search for a hidden spark

My mom is standing at the doorway
She is mad I can tell
"We're you talking with Anne."
That name, it rings a bell

"I think so mother, but I don't know,
I think I did.. I guess"
She shakes her head and brings me inside
"Go and get some rest."

I lay down on my mattress
And pull the sheets above my head
I lay there like a zombie
So tired, almost dead

In my dreams I see some things
But not normal like on t.v
Everything is strange
It looks so make believe

Then I realize it's not a dream
This is my real life
My dreams are completely normal
But my life just isn't right

I see things that aren't there
I hear people that can't be seen
Everyone thinks I'm crazy
I know just what they mean

It's hard not to think that
When you can't explain someone else's mind
If they looked inside of mine
"Normal" they would not find

I'm the crazy girl who's stared at
Sitting alone all in the dark
With Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark

They always look twice
I can hear their rude remarks
As they try to find who I'm talking to
-The little children at the park-
Heart this if you want more:)
Audrey May 2014
I'm not perfect, I know that,
But I wish I didn't feel like a
Leftover,
Trash,
Tossed aside because my hips are too wide
And my stomach is soft and rounded, not flat.
I'm not perfect, I know that,
But I wish I didn't feel
Awkward,
Stupid,
Stammering because I'm in love,
And my day is made with her smile, not anything else.
I'm not perfect, I know that,
But I wish I didn't feel like a
Freak,
***,
Whispered about because my heart has fallen hard
And it's for a pretty girl with glasses, not a football player.
May E V Watson May 2014
We reach the end, we close our eyes, we hold the blade to our throats, we wonder what's the point anymore? Why go on? The pain is so much more. He comes along, he takes our hands, he takes our pain, He keeps us sane.

(Chorus)
He takes away our fear, he wipes away our tears, he heals all our pain. Yet behind those child eyes, he cowers alone in fear; afraid of his own monster, lurking just beneath. He knows all our pain, he knows all our fears, he's the oldest child here.

Sister just was murdered, lover just ODd looking down the at the street, 50 stories under me. I take a breath and leap, but he is always there, he catches us when he falls, he loves us all so dearly, he's just one person though, how many can he save? He reaches out to all of us, anyone who bleeds, and that's why we all say to him, he just can't save the world. But still he tries to take it all away, to keep us all sane.

(Chorus)

He chases away the dark, reaches for our hands, even when grown men fall,  still on he will stand. Never giving in, friends to everyone, yet still he stands alone. How long must he stand alone? Who will share the burden? Who else could be strong enough?

(Chorus)
Who takes away his fear, who wipes away his tears? Who heals all his pain? Who gets behind those child eyes, when he cowers alone in fear? afraid of his own monster, lurking just beneath. Who knows all his pain? who knows all his fears? he's just oldest child here.

And he takes this burden on alone.
this is written about a, friend i know, who could be so much more. If any of you have any ideas of how to put this to Music that would be wonderful.  {^//_//^}

not written by me but penned down for, lets say personal reasons about a certain person i know. ^u^
ZL Apr 2014
I AM NOT DEEP.

I just think alot
I'm not weak
I just feel alot
I'm not probing
I just see alot

they whisper
oohh "she so deep"
I ain't loud
I just make words
echo when I speak

I am not
deep,
simply because
I utilize
my mind
to think!

Nothing more
far from less
than just another
intellectual
poetry freak

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