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I act like I do because I act like you i feel unloved but you blame it all on me instead of hugging me telling me its okay I was hurt many times and scarred as well but when i tried to tell you you scarred me even more and said that it was all my fault for doing what i do but the way i feel it's all bcause of you i feel unloved at home so i'll get it anywhere thats offering it they can't make me feel any worser than i already do so forget life ive had my fun i aint worth crap anyway
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Unloved
whenever people would ask me if i knew you I would say yes, i know her very well, she is my bestfriend and i love her more than anything. somewhere along the line i added, but i haven't talked to her in a while, and i thought nothing of it. i want to kiss you, like we've done before. i remember every kiss you've ever given me, because they meant more than any kiss i've ever received. i remember every kiss you've ever given me, because they tasted sweater than any kiss i've ever received. i want to kiss you again, but i'm so afraid of losing you. i'm afraid of losing you more than i already have. i'm jealous, i'm jealous of every boy you've ever kissed. i'm jealous of that boy you talk to me about on the phone. i'm losing you and you don't know how jealous i am. i kiss other girls because i want to, i kissed you because i love you.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
i kissed u bcause i love u (The Longest Text Message Ever Sent)
Ring the Bell Ring it, well Ring the Bell can see, a skell from dry well They sight it well A wealthy kvell spell it and yell, *** Ring the Bell And paupers            yawningly mispell Bcause,            They can see not well They said:            Blood well instead farewell Ring the Bell Everyone is unwell The tears is upwell No tasty, they smell All sadness are swell And hungry is quell Ring the Bell Again,           Difficulties swell           No one to dwell           For a bit on snell           Uphill is upswell Ring the bell And, Ring it well!
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Ring the Bell
Love is something you try your hardest to hold on to But unfortunately you dont know it but its slipping away from you After all the hard work you went through to get it It betrays you turns around and in your face it will spit It warns you that it will leave if you dont show your love  If you ignore it will leave you if you dont do all of the above Then without it you feel as if you were dumb or stupid So you do all you can to get it bak you even call on cupid You then convince cupid and he says you hav 3 tries But you constantly miss bcause your love denies Cupid says "give it time" it will come back Then you realize that is all you lack You have no patience when it comes to waiting You rush through relationships thats why you cant keep dating So you give your heart a break you stay stable for a while Then your love comes back crying tears in a pile You let it in because you cant stay apart The lesson learned is you cant live without a heart Without a heart you cant be in love Its not a wedding if there is no dove
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
Hard To Find But Easy To Lose
*I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show... Singers, dancers, lights, cameras.... Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers... Everything was perfect... As it should be. However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes. Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside. She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair. And a shabby dress she had put on. Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose Were the only jewels she wore. The angels on the stage were a facade... And here, this girl was an angel in herself. Shining...smiling...and wondering. ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ But she was driven away... As always... After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect. But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?! Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward... And her lips curved on the wrong side. She dragged her feet and went behind. My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true... I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute. Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall And the curtains started dancing about. My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood. I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved. And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around. She danced around with a laughter I could only see... She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only. Her joy was not her's alone. As she had given a share of it to me as well... Her show was the perfect of all And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...*
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
A Shabby Angel
*I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show... Singers, dancers, lights, cameras.... Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers... Everything was perfect... As it should be. However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes. Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside. She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair. And a shabby dress she had put on. Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose Were the only jewels she wore. The angels on the stage were a facade... And here, this girl was an angel in herself. Shining...smiling...and wondering. ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ But she was driven away... As always... After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect. But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?! Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward... And her lips curved on the wrong side. She dragged her feet and went behind. My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true... I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute. Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall And the curtains started dancing about. My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood. I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved. And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around. She danced around with a laughter I could only see... She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only. Her joy was not her's alone. As she had given a share of it to me as well... Her show was the perfect of all And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...*
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I cant sleep I dont know whats going on my mind Maybe its not whats in my mind Maybe its whats outside It could be family problems It could be here Illinoise Or it could just me I dont have to blame myself Its is completly normal to be nervous Being in a place unknown Where no one knows you,you dont know them But I hope that in the future People will accept me for being me,if not that will be ok bcause Im different
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Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
Restless
Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I don't treat them the way they want to. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I ignore them when they were my friends. Others say that I'm a hypocrit bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I'm not with them anymore. But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me. If I discover that "them" are just fake friends, If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness, what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore Maybe they are the hypocrits. Just maybe, because I don't know, and I'm no one to say who they are. But I now they are not my friends anymore. At least, not the real ones.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
Others say
A hundred and seventeen by day Cools to ninety overnight No relief but the shower stall. Humidity at sixty-five Mixed with sweat for a nasty soup. Cold water from the tap is warm. The shade no cooler than the sun. Trapped in Air Conditioned caves, It’s hunker down and find a way To forge a path though ninety days. Why does anybody even try To live in this forsaken place. Bcause it’s lovely in the Winter. The gorgeous skies are like no other With clouds that tumble into billows Of fantastic size and shape. The Craggy mountains circle round In jagged homage to the sky, And sunrise is excelled by none. In March wildflowers explode in bloom. Along the streets and in the fields Where little bunnies hide in bushes. And tiny lizards scurry by. The air is clean and brisk and new And snowbirds make their yearly trek Infusing new and different views. That’s the Yang to scorching Yin That keeps us here, content to be. ljm
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
SCORCHER
Been through so much sh** now Haven't we all And I live in this body That I don't really like And I spend my life alone And I can forget about success Or a career or a future in this country Just store food and water And get ready for a big collapse You're on your own soldier! But that's okay Grandpa was on his own In North Africa I'm tough, I'm mean And I will survive Bcause that is all I ever do I certainly don't have Many good feelings I don't know any pretty women I don't have fun I scrape and scrap For every lousy worthless dollar And I'll keep my can opener Close at hand I need to store up more canned foods Cause this is a nation in a whole bunch Of trouble
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Some Thoughts