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I think that the words that scare me the most Are “I will never leave you,” Because in reality, they will ghost. And yet they all still said it, it’s so strange, Maybe I’m the real reason? And if so, what is it I need to change? I’m sorry I’m annoying and clingy, It’s because I really care… Is… Is there no one else like that… like me? Is there anyone who, when they say it, Will actually not leave? When it gets rough, hold the course and stay it? I read about it all the time these days, That love that will never fade… But when I try, it goes up in a blaze. I’m like a character from some dumb book, They say life’s not a story, But it is for me, won’t someone please look At me, the way they read Romance-Fiction? I’ve been right here all along! Can we please stop all the contradiction? If you want someone loyal, soft, and kind- With a darker, deeper, protective side- Goofy and smart, with a passionate mind- I’m right ******* here! Waiting for someone to see; I can be what you need, if you dare to love me…
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
Stop Saying Things You Don't Mean.
Her face displayed a smile, Her skin made out of false matters, She painted herself in gold. How beautiful where her skin, Her skin striking in the sun, The paint shone bright, And inchmeal, she melts. How could you paint Plastic out of gold? Have you dreamt of a world Filled with her infamous thoughts? Have you lived in a world Where her existence Is just a living nightmare? Beings? Night terrors? All because of a toxic Barbie doll. You sit by my wooden dresser There in the corner of my bedroom. Sweeter you look in front of me, Than the way you chatter behind me. Every piece I hold onto, Thee steal and smirk... Doing it as if I have not yet caught. You loved taking my heart into your palm. Breaking them into pieces And would make ******* out of them. What a waste for me to let you Break it for me. Call me bossy, Maybe I’m just clever. You could be so jealous I guess I’m just smart. Do you have those brains, too? I’ve heard you had none. You’re pulling me down, While you had nothing to brag about. The best of me, Oh that crap of yours, I give it my all, While you had none. Responsibility, what a word. Recalling the first times, You seemed to look innocent. It was memorable for you never liked me, Neither did I. “Best friend”? It is such a believable name, Isn’t it? But, I don’t remember it. “Stop being my friend” ****** then leave me behind. I would not be the one doing it for you. Opening your diary, While you never read mine. You ask how I was, I answered, “I’m fine.” Your concern? Angelic yet fake. Look now who’s a Barbie in her smile. I  am not playing puppets, I just knew what to do. I just had a lot of things in mind, Wishing you told me yours. I saw those words you held against me, “She’s this girl and she’s that.” You little ****** don’t be such a brat. My mother taught me gossiping is bad, Why do you do it to me? I looked like a villain but I was just a victim. Oh, I learned in my life... How I could say “no”, It is brave, little one. And to learn is to never trust And to never talk to a Barbie doll.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Barbie Doll
Her face displayed a smile, Her skin made out of false matters, She painted herself in gold. How beautiful where her skin, Her skin striking in the sun, The paint shone bright, And inchmeal, she melts. How could you paint Plastic out of gold? Have you dreamt of a world Filled with her infamous thoughts? Have you lived in a world Where her existence Is just a living nightmare? Beings? Night terrors? All because of a toxic Barbie doll. You sit by my wooden dresser There in the corner of my bedroom. Sweeter you look in front of me, Than the way you chatter behind me. Every piece I hold onto, Thee steal and smirk... Doing it as if I have not yet caught. You loved taking my heart into your palm. Breaking them into pieces And would make ******* out of them. What a waste for me to let you Break it for me. Call me bossy, Maybe I’m just clever. You could be so jealous I guess I’m just smart. Do you have those brains, too? I’ve heard you had none. You’re pulling me down, While you had nothing to brag about. The best of me, Oh that crap of yours, I give it my all, While you had none. Responsibility, what a word. Recalling the first times, You seemed to look innocent. It was memorable for you never liked me, Neither did I. “Best friend”? It is such a believable name, Isn’t it? But, I don’t remember it. “Stop being my friend” ****** then leave me behind. I would not be the one doing it for you. Opening your diary, While you never read mine. You ask how I was, I answered, “I’m fine.” Your concern? Angelic yet fake. Look now who’s a Barbie in her smile. I  am not playing puppets, I just knew what to do. I just had a lot of things in mind, Wishing you told me yours. I saw those words you held against me, “She’s this girl and she’s that.” You little ****** don’t be such a brat. My mother taught me gossiping is bad, Why do you do it to me? I looked like a villain but I was just a victim. Oh, I learned in my life... How I could say “no”, It is brave, little one. And to learn is to never trust And to never talk to a Barbie doll.
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People try to right the wrongs in me, Eventually I have to agree. After I make my change, Oddly, it’s always kind of strange. People end up catching on my bad habit, Change doesn’t happen too rapid. *but eventually people WILL change*
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
hypocritical.
It's stuck in my head, Until it's gone, When I can make endless complaints Endless back stabs to match. But till its gone, it is there. After it's been there and gone, It is there again. Every night of everyday And also in random hours of my days. I see the old, then I see the new. It seems my world has turned black and blue. My heart beats faster And my eyes: they cry. I feel I am mourning a loss; Of someone never born to be able to die. It's the cases like this That are always the worst. You think you've found someone, When they're not there at all. So many good times Have all gone down the drain, Because everyone's a faker. Don't you know I hate liars? You liar, you deceitful and manipulative **** You ***** I hate you, I hate you, And then I hate you even more. What you have done made me fall to the floor. I don't know how I can get through this, Because last time I could just hate, Which still I am doing. You make that more difficult. Because when all the memories Come back again, I don't want to believe that was you, Surely it can't be true? But I know too well To be fooled more than once, Not that there's a way you would make it twice, Because you hate me too. It's all because of you. And her And the other. All "best friends" do Is end up having to stab each other. You see I am missing, Someone nonexistent. I knew it was too good to be true, But that won't stop me bleeding. I wish the 'you' I was friends with Was actually real. Instead I just feel messed over, All over again. I don't want to picture, Not anymore, Of what's flashing through my head. The so many too good times. They've been damaged again. I trusted you As I trusted them all, Because you have to trust to do anything at all. Again and again trusting proved to be devastating, Because there is no one who actually Has your back. So no I don't want to picture, I don't want another picture game. When I'm talking about you in rants, The devil is your name. When I'm speaking I do not have to be sad, It's only the times that I get to think on my own, When I feel even more torn down. When I see you walking around, I wish you were not. Do you know not what exactly you all have caused? I can hear you all talking, Just like we all used to do, Then the thousands of memories Come flooding in once again. And until I convince myself to dry up my emotions, I watch the dry river banks Become diluted without letting the rain fall. Because my tears; You never deserved them at all. I don't want to picture what you may think of me. If you hate me then go on, You can resent me as much as you can. But maybe you'd like to know: I stood up for you. Even though it was proved to be true. I didn't believe it at first, Because it was you. How dare you! If you think I didn't know reasons to take sides, Didn't you think I would defend you as I did her? Well I God **** tried! And if roles were reversed then I would've taken yours, As it wasn't out of favouritism as it stood, But because you were so unbelievable That nothing could be done. No friendship was saved. Being civilised? Well I just try to ignore your name.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
I Don't Want To Picture
It's stuck in my head, Until it's gone, When I can make endless complaints Endless back stabs to match. But till its gone, it is there. After it's been there and gone, It is there again. Every night of everyday And also in random hours of my days. I see the old, then I see the new. It seems my world has turned black and blue. My heart beats faster And my eyes: they cry. I feel I am mourning a loss; Of someone never born to be able to die. It's the cases like this That are always the worst. You think you've found someone, When they're not there at all. So many good times Have all gone down the drain, Because everyone's a faker. Don't you know I hate liars? You liar, you deceitful and manipulative **** You ***** I hate you, I hate you, And then I hate you even more. What you have done made me fall to the floor. I don't know how I can get through this, Because last time I could just hate, Which still I am doing. You make that more difficult. Because when all the memories Come back again, I don't want to believe that was you, Surely it can't be true? But I know too well To be fooled more than once, Not that there's a way you would make it twice, Because you hate me too. It's all because of you. And her And the other. All "best friends" do Is end up having to stab each other. You see I am missing, Someone nonexistent. I knew it was too good to be true, But that won't stop me bleeding. I wish the 'you' I was friends with Was actually real. Instead I just feel messed over, All over again. I don't want to picture, Not anymore, Of what's flashing through my head. The so many too good times. They've been damaged again. I trusted you As I trusted them all, Because you have to trust to do anything at all. Again and again trusting proved to be devastating, Because there is no one who actually Has your back. So no I don't want to picture, I don't want another picture game. When I'm talking about you in rants, The devil is your name. When I'm speaking I do not have to be sad, It's only the times that I get to think on my own, When I feel even more torn down. When I see you walking around, I wish you were not. Do you know not what exactly you all have caused? I can hear you all talking, Just like we all used to do, Then the thousands of memories Come flooding in once again. And until I convince myself to dry up my emotions, I watch the dry river banks Become diluted without letting the rain fall. Because my tears; You never deserved them at all. I don't want to picture what you may think of me. If you hate me then go on, You can resent me as much as you can. But maybe you'd like to know: I stood up for you. Even though it was proved to be true. I didn't believe it at first, Because it was you. How dare you! If you think I didn't know reasons to take sides, Didn't you think I would defend you as I did her? Well I God **** tried! And if roles were reversed then I would've taken yours, As it wasn't out of favouritism as it stood, But because you were so unbelievable That nothing could be done. No friendship was saved. Being civilised? Well I just try to ignore your name.
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i keep my soul hidden now beneath scattered tattered notebook paper pieces in outdated shoe boxes & deep between the covers of books, crisply underlined & strong- strong there, only there, with those words. most days i wake praying for rain; that tender soft world which it provides me with, drowns out the ever constant hum of traffic, arguing, the war on television, the growing sigh of humanity. here i am. I’m driving down some typical road all the roads look exactly the same here the streetlights passing by one by one by one. counting patterns in the road & I’m watching the swarm of black birds hanging over the highway; they’re swimming in their own way; kissing the sky & diving back down. that comfortable feeling of breaking skin my blood may be the most priceless thing i own & maybe it’s for that reason i want to ruin it.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
decade of fakers (part 1)
If I could lock this all up in a bottle Fill it with stones, I'd throw it into the water And watch it as it drowns All my sorrows, all the pain Along with the disasters and too many betrayals; From those that I loved most, Or so I thought, But it turned out they weren't themselves at all. It doesn't sting it just tears Everything completely apart. As for the last, I had already learned why not to trust But still you have to trust someone even though you know not, Because that's just the way that the world has to turn. You still believe a few, However you believed them all when they were false. But you have to put faith somewhere so you do, Yet you're still terrified these as well aren't true. If only it were a foolish boy Then life would live on and it wouldn't matter, Because anyway it's to be expected: That guys will break girls hearts. No, if only, but no Instead they're your best friends. Except they're not, Everyone's just fake now. There's no realists anymore. If I could wash away the deceitfulness they gave, Maybe someway a wound could heal. But it can't 'cause it's too deep And infected with grief of those you thought existed; Instead everyone is just misleading and manipulative. The worst thing because you could never see it coming, Until it crushes you to near death. Betrayal at its best. Fakers at their worse depth to the innocent. There is never an end Just torture.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Unthinkable Betrayals, Unthinkable People
Some people think they're all knowing NO matter where you are going or what you are doing They are always assuming Staring, glaring & sharing all the things they think they've seen It could be nice but it's mostly false & mean There isn't much you can do to stop it & throwing a fit won't make them quit So just zip you lip & ignore them, DON'T TRIP! If they don't get a reaction from their vicious lies they'll be the only one with water falling from their eyes & no one will care about their lonely cries They're all just fakers because they don't know how to be their own story makers instead just truth takers while twisting words & sights To make people believe it is right Ignore the so called hater & be your own story creator
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Story Maker