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Winter Silk Jul 2014
Needing is one thing,
*but getting is another.
A problem with crushes,
hunger,
poverty,
and many other problems.
All of which have a ***lack*** of something.
Kiana Grace May 2014
I remember when I walked to my first day
of seventh grade
and having a panic attack
because I wouldn't know anyone
and my mouth always closed up around people


I remember when I passed out 2nd period in 8th grade
because I hadn't eaten anything
and how the next day
all the girls made a circle around me
to ask questions
because now I was interesting
since there was something wrong with me


I remember being "voted" the 3rd ugliest girl in my class
by all the boys
who thought it was funny
but even funnier that my two only friends
were the 1st and 2nd

I remember going home and looking at myself
and realizing I had never considered myself as anything
but cute or pretty
being ugly had never come to mind
until then

I remember the first time I was called beautiful
by a boy who wanted to kiss me
and I remember how being beautiful
ended when he no longer wanted to kiss me

I remember how I used another boy
to make myself beautiful again
because if someone wants to kiss me
                                                              ­    I must be worth something


I remember all of this
and I look forward to
when I can remember these things
and smile and shake my head
                                                            ­    because they don't hurt anymore.
still a work in progress
Victoria Johnson May 2014
I should have known it wouldn't last,

And alas, our time has passed,

I was good and submissive,

But you were dismissive,

And I don't know what I can do.



You liked me, adored me,

You though I was sweet.

But today, you called me,

And said you could see,

We were not meant to be,

Because of what we believe.



I know I'm so young,

And sweet, and naive,

I know it's crazy,

But I believe,

That age doesn't matter,

not to me.



But I guess I should see,

Only friends we will be,

But these Tim Eyes will always remain.
Just got my heart broke, *again*
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
Brady Apr 2014
Life is
About getting buckets.
How would Kobe live if he couldn't?
That's a mystery mankind will never truly comprehend.
A bucketless Kobe is a fake Kobe.
The sound of that string music is unmatchable.

The Kareem sky hook.
The Curry j.
The Kobe fadeaway.
The PG windmill.
These are all different forms,
They all get buckets.

Cherish these buckets like no other.
One day you will be old and grey.
Like bill Russell.
You won't be able to get buckets anymore except for in your dreams.
When your career is over. You will miss it.
You can't get buckets forever.
Olivia Massey Mar 2014
take long showers and
try your hardest to scrub your skin,
until your pores are red,
so you can wipe away all of the fingerprints
that they left on you.

repeat their name over and over,
unit it becomes foreign and distorted,
so even your tongue can get tired of them.

listen to the loudest music and
put the volume up all of the way
until you can no longer hear anyone or anything,
so the sound of their voice will stop calling you
in the night.

immediately grow less fond of yourself,
rather than the person, because you finally realize
that it is impossible to forget someone
who has tattooed their name on the tip of your tongue
and carved their name into the front of your wrists.
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