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"becasue" poems
I don't think my friends understand, That when I'm with them I'm in another land. A place where I know I'll always be safe, I won't be judged, I can just be me. And it means a lot to me that they're there. They make me feel like I have no need to fear, I can speak up which is nice becasue I'm quiet. Usually because I'm trying to avoid riots. Riots that could hurt me emotionally that is. I hope I'm being clear and not blurry. I'm trying to express how it feels to be- Surrounded by thorns that change into clouds. Just often enough to make the bleeding stop. Do you know what it feels like to be that shocked? It's as if you're drowning and then all of a sudden, Someone saves you and takes you into their coven. I'm just glad to not feel as abandoned as I had before. I'm not alone in heart, I'm just a little sore. But I'm healing more and more every day. So that's a good thing, wouldn't you say?
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
But do They Understand?
Get out of my head, Because you're making me crazy. Get out of my mind, Because you're making me crave you. So get out of my body, Before I want to shake you down to the core. No, I never forgot, Did you honestly think I would. You came into my life, And you made it a wreck, But did you honestly think I would forget. I gave you everything, And here's your hand wanting more, Was it not enough to control me. Did you think I was going to give you my heart, All the pieces that you left shattered on the floor. All I wanted was you, But you never thought it fit, So now I'm walking out that door. Don't try running, Because you already have to swim. No I never wanted to hurt you, But you left me no choice. So get out of my head, Becasue you're making me crazy. Get out my mind, Becasue you're making me crave. So get out of my body, Before I want to shake you down to the core.
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
Crazy
what the hell is love anyway? why is there this supposed special connection to someone. And why do we fret so much when it goes away? what makes it different than a friendship? is it the extra doses of horomones you get from kissing? (wich, lets face it, is oly a trigger to the brain to think of ****** contact) why must humans search and find this ONE person the propose impossible promises to? Most animals just let their ****** need envelope them when they choose and dont think too much on the subject. But doses of religion and morals of society prohibit us from doing that. Are those morals the things telling us to seek out this unreasonable aspect of love? are those morals the secret to these pain-inflicting circumstances? becasue, all feelings are are certain levels and mixtures of horomones in the brain, so love is nothing more than a science. The thing that seperates the link between enjoing someone as a friend and as a suitor is *** and the eason people get heartbroken and cry over losers who hurt them are merely the fault of morals
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
i blame morals and horomones
Mischievous secrets Softly screamed in my ear Anger surging And racing through me Voices no on else can hear Crying out in my mind Revealing truths Sheding light on shadows Soul cowering in the corner Afraid of everything, everyone People you've hurt before Try to warn me and tell me Exactly what will happen If I say only 3 words Fatal words hurtful words You know of the damage they cause And of the wreckage they bring Yet you say them so meaningly Your trying to hurt me And bring me pain Well you succeeded My heart is slain And I feel a pain Like no other pain And I still tell you I still love you And no matter what I always will And you never will So ***** I spill Because you make me sick Because you think your slick But you're not All this is what runs through me And my mind As I sit here and you tell me This 3 word devastation That I fear, so much I fear As I'm dripping a tear As you softly whisper in my ear I love you dear Tears crystal blue Becasue I know its not true
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
Three Word Devastation
I see things in the clouds, pretty things, scary things, sometimes just shapes and fluff. I feel things becasue of the clouds, weightlessness, lightheartedness, sometimes just nothing. I think about things because of the clouds, flying far away, how lovely that would be, sometimes just mesmerized into sleep.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Clouds
I want to sneak out and meet you at the end of my street and risk everything just to spend my time with you and be able to glide your hands up and down my body again. Would you be willing to do the same? However,Darling while were falling inlove to Lana Del Rey's"Born to Die" in the pitch black at 2 am I don't want you to stop loving me for the night just becasue you are scared of me telling you I love you, wich I do, and even my loneliest words can't explain how I feel without you by my side during that moment in time.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
without you there
hey dad. how are you? i miss you. a lot. although you're just a text away, i still can't bring myself to carry through. i hope she treats you well. and i hope those boys aren't ornery ******** i sometimes think about the day at the st. louis children's mueseum. it was happiness. i think that's my reason. i still haven't told you about it; the darkness, i mean my darkness i should say because i know about yours maybe we can bond since our biological bond isn't real sometimes when i'm sad, i want to call you but you're probably busy or maybe you don't care i don't know i wanna tell you how i can't stop thinking about filling the emptiness and longing, with substances you've had issues with in the past speaking of, you're drinking again. i blame her whole-heartedly although it pains me not to give the fault to myself for once, i still will always blame her did you know that when you got engaged, i wanted to jump off a cliff? probably not. do you know that i still sometimes feel like that? but not just becasue of you. mom is a factor and sonia and grandma and friends and boys but you, you were the one i never thought would make me feel so ****** it's cliche, i know an other suicidal teen girl with daddy issues i'm thinking about what would happen if i were to visit you in the fall imagining her on your arm makes my heart feel stretch across the grand canyon of space that seperates your world and mine someday i will tell you everything every feeling and thought and wrong-doings i will say it all dad, i miss you to the god **** moon and back it's five in the moring and i'm thinking of the way you used to take care of our yard you were just getting bad then i was young i didn't realize please know i've grown into a woman without you i get it now i'm imagining seeing you in september and you sugar coating the truth and me crying over a false reality so please be honest with me if you want to be in my life i run on truthfulness and cynical humor and if you can't handle me tell me because i deserve the truth as much, if not more than you i love you, ron. and you will always be my father no matter who comes in goes in my life you will walk me down the aisle and we'll be happy as happy as we were that day at the st. louis children's muesuem i miss you so ******* much, dad call me back as soon as you get this. i hope you are doing well.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
5 am phone call
hey dad. how are you? i miss you. a lot. although you're just a text away, i still can't bring myself to carry through. i hope she treats you well. and i hope those boys aren't ornery ******** i sometimes think about the day at the st. louis children's mueseum. it was happiness. i think that's my reason. i still haven't told you about it; the darkness, i mean my darkness i should say because i know about yours maybe we can bond since our biological bond isn't real sometimes when i'm sad, i want to call you but you're probably busy or maybe you don't care i don't know i wanna tell you how i can't stop thinking about filling the emptiness and longing, with substances you've had issues with in the past speaking of, you're drinking again. i blame her whole-heartedly although it pains me not to give the fault to myself for once, i still will always blame her did you know that when you got engaged, i wanted to jump off a cliff? probably not. do you know that i still sometimes feel like that? but not just becasue of you. mom is a factor and sonia and grandma and friends and boys but you, you were the one i never thought would make me feel so ****** it's cliche, i know an other suicidal teen girl with daddy issues i'm thinking about what would happen if i were to visit you in the fall imagining her on your arm makes my heart feel stretch across the grand canyon of space that seperates your world and mine someday i will tell you everything every feeling and thought and wrong-doings i will say it all dad, i miss you to the god **** moon and back it's five in the moring and i'm thinking of the way you used to take care of our yard you were just getting bad then i was young i didn't realize please know i've grown into a woman without you i get it now i'm imagining seeing you in september and you sugar coating the truth and me crying over a false reality so please be honest with me if you want to be in my life i run on truthfulness and cynical humor and if you can't handle me tell me because i deserve the truth as much, if not more than you i love you, ron. and you will always be my father no matter who comes in goes in my life you will walk me down the aisle and we'll be happy as happy as we were that day at the st. louis children's muesuem i miss you so ******* much, dad call me back as soon as you get this. i hope you are doing well.
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They say come shine with us brotha We'll make you a star Above the life your living Into a new beginning They Really want you to Illuminate... So They'll scope you out, take your talents and you'll Illumainate.. Out of the darkness of nothingness the normal everyday Into a new relm of darkness Blinded, guided all the way, So You'll do as they say becasue you want their way of lifestyle they portray, But thats not their everyday But You Illuminate..... On the black and white cause colors don't exsit well not by themselves just hidden in abyss But you Illuminate.... Climbing to the top your light can't be stoped, As a pawn in their chess game you just want the fame Because you Illuminate.... You think we are not the same And you do as they say found no better way to see but out one Eye an As You Illuminate... All You see is I Cuz To you thats who got you there, But they know it was them and You so unaware You Illuminate For Him, Marrying the night with contracts that seem so right and then Your tied to strings To Illuminate All there things, the corruption of the pure No longer your own source of power, But they're your electricity Causing you to Illuminate The way they want you to be Binded To the ROC Universal Mind control, But everyone Once a chance To Illuminate The Soul.... Making this your goal you dont understand, They say to be great... You Need To Illuminate....
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
Illuminate
Jumping is scary, exhilerating, and fun, untill you fall, shooting twards the ground, you scream, and close your eyes, waiting for the pain it should be sxrushaiting as you hit the cold hard ground, you should be burning, you should be crying. but you're not. becasue I cought you, I told you that when you jumped, I would be there to catch you. I told you that when you jumped, I would be there to catch you, I would save you, from the pain of falling. You didn't believe me, But now you do. You know, that I will never hurt you, never make you cry, and always catch you when you fall.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Jumping
You took my heart and broke it in two; What did I do to deserve that from you? My heart was yours, As was my body. Anything you wanted I would give. So you took what I had to offer And eventually found that I wasn't enough. I got hurt in the end even though I offered so much. Now I'm moved on And there isn't anything for you to do. I'm done with your crap Before I have another anxiety attack over you. I still care, that much is true. But I also need to love and be loved For that is what I was born to do. I've found someone new who loves me for me. And I hope you do the same, Becasue I want you also to be happy.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
Broken and Fixed
The more that we talk the more I'm attracted The only probelm is I'm not that romantic I'm just a simple man with a single heart Not much I could do when were this far apart You mean the calls we have are way too short, Becasue theres never enough time to say what you want, Like if I could I would stay on forever Because you are the reason why I'm under the weather If me is what you want then please do say it, Cause if it was I would also admit it Your eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky And if I could I would gracefully grab each one Becuase there the closest thing to you I could find Although I do this, my mind is unsettled Because there has to be more that resemebles The perfect face they once promised But I prayed that whoever is upstairs will give the person the bears the same feeling And links not just our arms but hearts and will help me through the hardest parts God chose me and you to be the ones to say our dues So grab my hand and hold on tight Because this is goin to be one wild fight
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Forever Would Be Too Short
I piece of me has gone. My heart feels cold like winter on the north pole... A shadow tinted in my heart, becasue your gone. The love of not my father, but acted like one. My life was bonded from your wisdom, and your jokes. Like the earth and the moon. You teach me how to rotate on earth. Your memories will never fade away from me. Now your gone, and my life is a puzzle. It is destiny of human kind to die... And I hate it... I will always love you. And my heart has your mark of wisdom. Thank you for the time, and love you took on me. I...Will..Miss...You...
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
Goodbye old man.
Stubborn and strong He walked through the world often misunderstood For there was always a smile, a smirk under that serious exterior of his A heart full of love A passion for the simple things in life As though it were yesterday I recall walking on the boardwalk trolling across the glassy bay driving for hours on our way to nowhere in seach of ourselves I hear his voice in my mind Mighty and deep, yet cracked by life and time Jokes and stories, reassurance and advice I search for them there When I need to smile When I need to be brave When I search for answers I can't find on my own And now as I write A tear makes its way down my cheek Though he's so far away He's so close in my heart Freed from a life that ended in sickness and pain He's so alive withiin me it's been years since his obnoxious snore awakened the whole house it's been years since his laughter filled the room It's been years since he held my tiny hand And made my world seem alright I am who I am Becasue of who he taught me to be.
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Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 7:02 PM UTC
Always In My Heart
I look in the mirror it's not what i expect. I see someone that is hard to respect. I see someone that's thrown his life away. It's like i've been content with everyday. But now I've realized I'm not. And if I stay like this surely I will rot. I see someone who has aged but not grown at all. I see someone who trips but never falls. If I were to hit the ground one time Would I realize my clock had chimed? That I can't continue to live like this. That becasue of my actions I now have someone to miss. I've finally fallen flat on my face. Your love is something I can not replace. And I just sit here looking at this mirror. Wondering if this is all I have to fear. I've said alot of things and never followed through. But all my lies were always right on cue. It's really cost me this time around. I took you for granted, loneliness is what I've found. If I could make this right I would. But I'm going to do what I should. I'll never forget you that much is true. But the tears I've cried are through. Maybe soon you will see. That you really are meant for me. And that I'm not the person I was before. That this relationship won't be a chore. I know this will take time so you can see. How much of a change there will be in me. Never again will my words hurt you. All my negativity is through. So now as I look in the mirror. Everything before me is clear. Change this thing that you call life. End all the fighting and strife. Then maybe one day we can be. Happy together without a plea.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Mirror
I look in the mirror it's not what i expect. I see someone that is hard to respect. I see someone that's thrown his life away. It's like i've been content with everyday. But now I've realized I'm not. And if I stay like this surely I will rot. I see someone who has aged but not grown at all. I see someone who trips but never falls. If I were to hit the ground one time Would I realize my clock had chimed? That I can't continue to live like this. That becasue of my actions I now have someone to miss. I've finally fallen flat on my face. Your love is something I can not replace. And I just sit here looking at this mirror. Wondering if this is all I have to fear. I've said alot of things and never followed through. But all my lies were always right on cue. It's really cost me this time around. I took you for granted, loneliness is what I've found. If I could make this right I would. But I'm going to do what I should. I'll never forget you that much is true. But the tears I've cried are through. Maybe soon you will see. That you really are meant for me. And that I'm not the person I was before. That this relationship won't be a chore. I know this will take time so you can see. How much of a change there will be in me. Never again will my words hurt you. All my negativity is through. So now as I look in the mirror. Everything before me is clear. Change this thing that you call life. End all the fighting and strife. Then maybe one day we can be. Happy together without a plea.
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Roses are Red and I am Blue Violets are Violet idiots and Violence is subtle until you turn Blue or black but I was born like that and he was born with a turbin and she was born with a veil And then there were those born pale ...But what ever the matter they were born believing that roses are red and violets are blue not that I should love you too.. But just my brothers and sisters... not anything different.. and I should beat a Violet till it turns Blue... Becasue thats what it should do... No matter if im black, Pale, muslim or hindu I will beat a Violet blue... And Keep all roses red Cuz I still haven't Got to I love you!!
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:53 AM UTC
Violets are Blue
she had mornings (still does) where she'd not talk to anybody so i'd get on tumblr and check, finding the familiar phrase she used on these days "i'm such a ***** and between classes i would find her and wrap her in my arms and tell her she wasn't she never believed me, always disagreed with me so isn't it ironic that those words- "you aren't a ***** are the ones i hold on to now everytime i start thinking she is i tell myself i was right, that she's only had a hard life and thinks differently than me but then she cuts me off walking in the hall, she gives me emotionless stares on the bus (where i sit 8 seats farther from her than ever before) and i almost call her a ***** but i hold off, knowing i was right i walk an extra three blocks to and from the convenience store to avoid her house. i spend lunch in the library to avoid hearing her voice. i walk home from the elementary school to avoid her presence. and i don't go swimming with my brothers boyscout troop to avoid the memory of the first time she said she loved me. but when i'm about to call her a ***** because avoiding her only makes me remember what she did to me- i stop because i know i was right those words were probably the reason she left for the last time the reason she says nothing to me now becasue she always believed she was right. i only hope i'm right, but i try so hard to convince myself because i don't want to, someday get so ****** off that i scream at her that she's a ***** because that will break her and she'll think she's right that all her insecurities and anxieties are true are righteous, and she'll be hurt forever thinking that she's horrible. she isn't she isn't a ***** just misunderstood by herself. when i look at her, i feel no anger and i supress the sadness which may create anger. anger only fuels my thinking that word and i can't bring myself to hurt her no matter how much she hurt me. not a ***** not a ***** ©Brandon Webb 2012
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 4:27 AM UTC
Leaving Out a Word
she had mornings (still does) where she'd not talk to anybody so i'd get on tumblr and check, finding the familiar phrase she used on these days "i'm such a ***** and between classes i would find her and wrap her in my arms and tell her she wasn't she never believed me, always disagreed with me so isn't it ironic that those words- "you aren't a ***** are the ones i hold on to now everytime i start thinking she is i tell myself i was right, that she's only had a hard life and thinks differently than me but then she cuts me off walking in the hall, she gives me emotionless stares on the bus (where i sit 8 seats farther from her than ever before) and i almost call her a ***** but i hold off, knowing i was right i walk an extra three blocks to and from the convenience store to avoid her house. i spend lunch in the library to avoid hearing her voice. i walk home from the elementary school to avoid her presence. and i don't go swimming with my brothers boyscout troop to avoid the memory of the first time she said she loved me. but when i'm about to call her a ***** because avoiding her only makes me remember what she did to me- i stop because i know i was right those words were probably the reason she left for the last time the reason she says nothing to me now becasue she always believed she was right. i only hope i'm right, but i try so hard to convince myself because i don't want to, someday get so ****** off that i scream at her that she's a ***** because that will break her and she'll think she's right that all her insecurities and anxieties are true are righteous, and she'll be hurt forever thinking that she's horrible. she isn't she isn't a ***** just misunderstood by herself. when i look at her, i feel no anger and i supress the sadness which may create anger. anger only fuels my thinking that word and i can't bring myself to hurt her no matter how much she hurt me. not a ***** not a ***** ©Brandon Webb 2012
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-A Psalm Of Johnson We Christian’s worship the living triune God with an unquenchable zeal, Unlike all the other false gods in the world, he is very much real!
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Recovered Fragments: Debated Papyrus 59
The moment you notcied me was something of a dream, something I would never expect, becasue I was a mere moth in a garden of iridescent butterflies. You woke me up at 6am on a summer morning, my oh my, what a miracle, you worked a wonder, you left your number, so I left mine, and the dream froze. Now I've been awake, (the kind of awake where you have to stick toothpicks in your eyes to pry them open) searching for signs of you everywhere. The thing I want most is for that little blue light to appear so I know that we're both constantly pathetically thinking about each other. I'm to shy to talk to you first, and maybe you're sitting there too, staring for the light on your phone, like gatsby staring at the green light, debating if its way to soon to text. Please do, I don't want to be gatsby, staring for the light, I want to have the privilege of seeing the light often don't be afraid. 12:21 the light hasn't appeared. Please think of me
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
blue light
I was there, when each of you                       were born, that change, from womb to life with room to grow, beyond what nurtures, leaving behind sutures, and now, scars at what your mom, all moms gave away, so you are here today, she bore scars then, and she will again, and again, when you forget a birthday card, or to call, or don't drop by on Mother's day at all, but she, will be the first to defend each one of you in their turn, until the end, so remember, if you read this, it is nothing more than a kiss as a reminder, come and find her, stand behind her, not to take advantage, of being first or last or in between, and whisper in her ear, that you love her, as much as there is air in the atmosphere, and you know she has cried an ocean of tears, inside for each time, each of you, or others have broken her heart, but it does not mean she is angry, but it does not mean she is frankly cranky (that's me) what it means is she is human who has made enough room in her heart for all of you forever, whether or not you bring flowers or hold her hand for a walk, when she gets older,(light years from now) just call her and listen more than you talk, give her the time to be creative, ART recharges her battery pack. For she is special, like ripples in the pond, her love can be felt like the waves that goes on and on,                              and I observe all this, and I am in awe, becasue I too have a mother, who is unlike any other, except her capacity to show her love for me, for all the time, years and miles, distance between her and me.              And she still smiles when me she sees. ©DWE112013
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Observe the Ripples
I was there, when each of you                       were born, that change, from womb to life with room to grow, beyond what nurtures, leaving behind sutures, and now, scars at what your mom, all moms gave away, so you are here today, she bore scars then, and she will again, and again, when you forget a birthday card, or to call, or don't drop by on Mother's day at all, but she, will be the first to defend each one of you in their turn, until the end, so remember, if you read this, it is nothing more than a kiss as a reminder, come and find her, stand behind her, not to take advantage, of being first or last or in between, and whisper in her ear, that you love her, as much as there is air in the atmosphere, and you know she has cried an ocean of tears, inside for each time, each of you, or others have broken her heart, but it does not mean she is angry, but it does not mean she is frankly cranky (that's me) what it means is she is human who has made enough room in her heart for all of you forever, whether or not you bring flowers or hold her hand for a walk, when she gets older,(light years from now) just call her and listen more than you talk, give her the time to be creative, ART recharges her battery pack. For she is special, like ripples in the pond, her love can be felt like the waves that goes on and on,                              and I observe all this, and I am in awe, becasue I too have a mother, who is unlike any other, except her capacity to show her love for me, for all the time, years and miles, distance between her and me.              And she still smiles when me she sees. ©DWE112013
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When you look at me You would see me smiling You would ignore the pain I carry You would ignore my scars. I'm happy, don't you know? I was never sad For you, I guess... Becasue you don't care You just strike away the depair That dwells in me And then you say I don't understand Because I am always happy. But one should know THAT I AM NOT! The doctor wasn't happy When I was born The neighbour wasn't happy Because I was a girl. I wasn't happy when I was four I wasn't happy when I was eight I remember I cried on my 8th birthday Because no one was happy I was born that day. You say I smile But that's the satan in me smiling She got what she wanted She wanted me to get crazy And now I am. What more do you want from me? Are you happy now? Oh, you're sad? Then why don't you stop Saying things about me! Why don't you ever ******* stop! You're making me sick! I'm tired of this I am tired of slashing my wrist I am ******* tired of all your jokes And if this doesn't make YOU happy, Then I'll have no choice But to slash my neck.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
My name is chloe but you can call me liz I changed my name becasue chloe isnt the girl you thought she is you see chloe was a diffrent me kept everything bottlede up so no one will see that is why i want to change my name from chloe no one understands liz but that is because seh's not fake no one cares about liz because she pushes the people she loves away liz isnt suicidal because liz doesnt care liz is who i am now but chloe will always be there
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Liz
I'd like to think people are like little universes. Have you gone around crowded streets? have you seen them? Not like you see them when they cross the street with you: I want to know if you wouldn't love to know what's going through their minds. It works like this: choose a person, any person will do, becasue after all, we are all made of more or less the same things. We are all made of thoughts like stars and constellations, and loved ones who live inside us like planets (my cat means a world to me) we are made of talents that make us shine like comets and fears that sometimes can be like black holes. Choose a person, any person will do, but be careful, because decoding a universe isn't as easy as you think: have you got one? You finally got one. He stepped out of the coffee shop with a latte. He walks, and when he walks, he moves with the intensity of a shooting star. Go and say hi. If he answers, and he tells you his name, congratulations: the door is open. Now it's up to you to wander like a lost astronaut in the Milky Way that a person's mind can be. You may get to know the hidden galaxy under his skin, and if you are a little lucky, some of it will melt with yours: you may share worlds and form constellations with stars from both ("last night I heard this song that reminded me of you") but there's a thing you have to remember: this universe where we live is infinite, and it's always expanding itself more and more, forming more mysteries we might never reveal. Our universes are little, but also so big sometimes we don't even know ourselves at all.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
why we're like the universe (or why the universe is like us).
I'd like to think people are like little universes. Have you gone around crowded streets? have you seen them? Not like you see them when they cross the street with you: I want to know if you wouldn't love to know what's going through their minds. It works like this: choose a person, any person will do, becasue after all, we are all made of more or less the same things. We are all made of thoughts like stars and constellations, and loved ones who live inside us like planets (my cat means a world to me) we are made of talents that make us shine like comets and fears that sometimes can be like black holes. Choose a person, any person will do, but be careful, because decoding a universe isn't as easy as you think: have you got one? You finally got one. He stepped out of the coffee shop with a latte. He walks, and when he walks, he moves with the intensity of a shooting star. Go and say hi. If he answers, and he tells you his name, congratulations: the door is open. Now it's up to you to wander like a lost astronaut in the Milky Way that a person's mind can be. You may get to know the hidden galaxy under his skin, and if you are a little lucky, some of it will melt with yours: you may share worlds and form constellations with stars from both ("last night I heard this song that reminded me of you") but there's a thing you have to remember: this universe where we live is infinite, and it's always expanding itself more and more, forming more mysteries we might never reveal. Our universes are little, but also so big sometimes we don't even know ourselves at all.
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As my life moves on im becoming colder, Feelings escape me as i get older, Logic prevails no matter the case, Emotion finding itself out of place, Love meaningless, Sadness meaningless, Colors meaningless, happiness meaningless, Im feeling less, Less human, Less connected, More robotic, More calculated, Turned away by those around, Emotions keeping them off the ground, Bound by thier irrational sense of worth, Forgetting of their own timeless birth, Forgetful of the blood that courses through their veins, Human being is all of our name, Pulled to the clouds by a need undefined, So called hole in our hearts no one can find, But i am a spectator walking through the zoo, Watching the monkeys as they throw their poo, Not aware of how silly they all continue to look, Knowledge, logic, and thinking not defined in their book, But ill read your chapters, And skim your book, I get the idea, I understand the hook, But thats all it will be, Forever and evermore, Becasue sooner or later, Your words will become folklore.
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
Fall (03/26/10)
I cant' write How I feel Act on whats not real theres no peace if not resloved How can I script love, If Im constantly correcting your lines your stumbling I need this to be real, something you really feel.... Not just words you memorized actions emotionalized, but this has to be real I need you to feel...... Im not looking for an actress Who's use to her back upon a matress, Im' looking for a lover who doesn't just love undercovers, Show it to me in your eyes or eles this script is lies, let me hear it in your voice as if you had no other choice, So recite your lines As if It was inception of the mind, and as we do embrace Let passion flow along your face, and say it.... what I wrote upon your heart becasue for me this is ture, "I Love You" ..... Let the world hear it, Present your debut And lets throw away this script Cuz now its just Me and You....
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
Love Script
The first time I went to my therapy class I despised everything the thought of simply going made me feel crazy It made me fear the truth about myself and in that instant I hated my therapist I though she didn't know much about my supposed illness becasue in that moment I thought you can never truly understand a mental illness until or unless you've lived with one It's not something you can read in a psychology textbook and call yourself an expert
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
My Therapist