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We used to swing under the big willow tree We lived 3 doors down from each other We were princesses who fought dragons We could save the kingdom and find our prince by lunch time Our moms laughed and talked about how cute we were Four years old was a cute age Fast forward a bit We went into elementary school innocent and young Boys had cooties Girls had cooties Kickball always ended with someone getting hit in the face We would always sit out field and pick grass and shape it into a little birds nest Life was good Until your parents started fighting and I mean really fighting. It scared me and I would have to go home I would make you come with me three doors down Our moms didn’t laugh anymore By Christmas break your parents were broken up and divorced Eight years old was a confusing age Junior high was mean. Girls would rip you to shreds and then hang pieces of you on everyone’s lockers Boys just wanted to make out A whirlwind of uncontrolled hormones We were the quiet ones Always flew under the radar Just trying to make it out alive We found a little spot to eat lunch under the stairs where no one would go We giggled and talked about boys who didn’t even know that we existed I remember crying in the bathroom with you because people were brutal and we weren’t good enough Our moms worried about us and how distant we were becoming Thirteen years old was a sad age Highschool is another story You were put in the hospital for a month I was left at school alone I had to find more friends I found most of them were fake So I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall Reading all the swear words that were carved in the wall You were really sick and we grew apart We were always close We will always love each other You tried to save me from myself But I didn’t let you Seventeen was an important age Now we are at different colleges I tried to **** myself while you were getting an A on your anatomy test It’s sad We don’t swing under the big willow tree or fight dragons anymore Our moms hardly talk You are a success and I am a failure We don’t really mesh I miss you every day I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for you We were princesses who lived three doors down, we saved the kingdom. I love you I’m sorry this has faded Just like everything else Nineteen years old is a dying age.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
quiet-pointe
willow tree
We used to swing under the big willow tree We lived 3 doors down from each other We were princesses who fought dragons We could save the kingdom and find our prince by lunch time Our moms laughed and talked about how cute we were Four years old was a cute age Fast forward a bit We went into elementary school innocent and young Boys had cooties Girls had cooties Kickball always ended with someone getting hit in the face We would always sit out field and pick grass and shape it into a little birds nest Life was good Until your parents started fighting and I mean really fighting. It scared me and I would have to go home I would make you come with me three doors down Our moms didn’t laugh anymore By Christmas break your parents were broken up and divorced Eight years old was a confusing age Junior high was mean. Girls would rip you to shreds and then hang pieces of you on everyone’s lockers Boys just wanted to make out A whirlwind of uncontrolled hormones We were the quiet ones Always flew under the radar Just trying to make it out alive We found a little spot to eat lunch under the stairs where no one would go We giggled and talked about boys who didn’t even know that we existed I remember crying in the bathroom with you because people were brutal and we weren’t good enough Our moms worried about us and how distant we were becoming Thirteen years old was a sad age Highschool is another story You were put in the hospital for a month I was left at school alone I had to find more friends I found most of them were fake So I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall Reading all the swear words that were carved in the wall You were really sick and we grew apart We were always close We will always love each other You tried to save me from myself But I didn’t let you Seventeen was an important age Now we are at different colleges I tried to **** myself while you were getting an A on your anatomy test It’s sad We don’t swing under the big willow tree or fight dragons anymore Our moms hardly talk You are a success and I am a failure We don’t really mesh I miss you every day I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for you We were princesses who lived three doors down, we saved the kingdom. I love you I’m sorry this has faded Just like everything else Nineteen years old is a dying age.
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Lollipops to cigarettes Cooties turned to pregnancy The cute little girls and boys we once knew at recess are no more, some are drop outs, some are on the news for ****** and others have seemed to disappear from existence How did this happen? How did the life we knew so well as children, filled with jump rope and four square, turn into the monstrosity of modern society The drama now is about boys, drugs, and flunking school, the only so called 'drama' back then was when someone else had the blue crayon you needed to finish your color by number Computers, televisions, and phones take over the lives of children nowadays, the big pass times when we were kids was to go back in the woods behind our houses and catch salamander, play hide and seek and cops and robbers when it started to get dark Now? It's lying to your parents to go out and get drunk, skipping class to go smoke **** and and turning the lollipop in your mouth into a cigarette Did you ever consider that the lollipop tastes better? That maybe this sticky strawberry mess gives you a better outlook on life? When you're a kid and you're happy with your crayons and hopscotch you don't care what problems you're faced with: if someones lost; find them, if someone's feelings are hurt; say sorry, if you wanna lose weight; lose it This lollipop of yours has turned an upside-down world right-side-up again creating brighter perspectives and healthier pass times So instead of curling our fingers around disgusting cancer sticks and pregnancy tests, maybe we should grab hold of that lollipops taste and lever let go...so the only downfall to life, is cavities.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
red-writing-hood
Lollipops to Cigarettes
Lollipops to cigarettes Cooties turned to pregnancy The cute little girls and boys we once knew at recess are no more, some are drop outs, some are on the news for ****** and others have seemed to disappear from existence How did this happen? How did the life we knew so well as children, filled with jump rope and four square, turn into the monstrosity of modern society The drama now is about boys, drugs, and flunking school, the only so called 'drama' back then was when someone else had the blue crayon you needed to finish your color by number Computers, televisions, and phones take over the lives of children nowadays, the big pass times when we were kids was to go back in the woods behind our houses and catch salamander, play hide and seek and cops and robbers when it started to get dark Now? It's lying to your parents to go out and get drunk, skipping class to go smoke **** and and turning the lollipop in your mouth into a cigarette Did you ever consider that the lollipop tastes better? That maybe this sticky strawberry mess gives you a better outlook on life? When you're a kid and you're happy with your crayons and hopscotch you don't care what problems you're faced with: if someones lost; find them, if someone's feelings are hurt; say sorry, if you wanna lose weight; lose it This lollipop of yours has turned an upside-down world right-side-up again creating brighter perspectives and healthier pass times So instead of curling our fingers around disgusting cancer sticks and pregnancy tests, maybe we should grab hold of that lollipops taste and lever let go...so the only downfall to life, is cavities.
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Chivalry is dead This I was taught at age eight While sitting at my poorly organized desk in the third grade Still believing cooties were being bred in the boys around me The death of chivalry was not hard to fathom Chivalry is dead When we were young Listening to the stories of old maids Recounting tales of bitter divorce In between addition problems Making sure no one saw us counting on our fingers Chivalry is dead We thought But what was it anyway?
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
laura-mankowski
Chivalry
Chivalry is dead This I was taught at age eight While sitting at my poorly organized desk in the third grade Still believing cooties were being bred in the boys around me The death of chivalry was not hard to fathom Chivalry is dead When we were young Listening to the stories of old maids Recounting tales of bitter divorce In between addition problems Making sure no one saw us counting on our fingers Chivalry is dead We thought But what was it anyway?
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island summer heat big backyards shared by three families with rambunctious kids sundresses, sandals, swim trunks a big mango tree and a merry-go-round with red chipped paint geckos and mud baths "boy's got cooties!"    mid-west plains' dry, summer heat Mr. Sun is our lamp well past 9:00pm Dow St., a giant hill covered in uniform houses, filled with the uniformed sacrificial spinning wheels, acre-wide hide and seek nintendo and donkey kong, fireflies in jars front yard mulberry trees pippy longstocking "lets' go into this 'cave' of vines" poison-ivy    southern peninsula, humid, summer heat above ground pools and trampolines a red brick house; the first home the first CD collection, Filipino food THE PARK, the sandbox lid drowning in the bayou sleeping in guest rooms, sleepovers a sign of status pelicans, ducks, fishing, sleeping in the boat; camping on the beach
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
AmyIrby
Summer Homes
island summer heat big backyards shared by three families with rambunctious kids sundresses, sandals, swim trunks a big mango tree and a merry-go-round with red chipped paint geckos and mud baths "boy's got cooties!"    mid-west plains' dry, summer heat Mr. Sun is our lamp well past 9:00pm Dow St., a giant hill covered in uniform houses, filled with the uniformed sacrificial spinning wheels, acre-wide hide and seek nintendo and donkey kong, fireflies in jars front yard mulberry trees pippy longstocking "lets' go into this 'cave' of vines" poison-ivy    southern peninsula, humid, summer heat above ground pools and trampolines a red brick house; the first home the first CD collection, Filipino food THE PARK, the sandbox lid drowning in the bayou sleeping in guest rooms, sleepovers a sign of status pelicans, ducks, fishing, sleeping in the boat; camping on the beach
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China charges 1 million annually For each panda in our zoos If we won't pay in full Then the pandas we will lose Nasty Panda's the exception No one wants him here or there He was paid 1 million dollars To abscond and disappear! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em That black and white pariah Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen On smooshy mushy pulp papaya I yelled for him to stop And I told him where to go Wink and laugh was all he did With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!" Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves He hasn't bathed in ages Masked by quarts of cheap cologne His furry skin sweat-sticky From the surface to the bone Smelly cigar and ***** breath Plus an air of upper-crust Please keep your kids away Cuz that nasty bear can cuss! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves If you meet up with Nasty Panda Better turn around and run You're bound to lose your money And your wits before he's done Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda Cuz he likes the way things are Don't forget to hide your keys Else he'll drive off in your car! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's a scoundrel and a *** He's such a nasty panda ~He's as nasty as they come Beware of Nasty Panda ~He's gonna raise a stink Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He's much nastier than you think
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
poetry2go
Nasty Panda
China charges 1 million annually For each panda in our zoos If we won't pay in full Then the pandas we will lose Nasty Panda's the exception No one wants him here or there He was paid 1 million dollars To abscond and disappear! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em That black and white pariah Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen On smooshy mushy pulp papaya I yelled for him to stop And I told him where to go Wink and laugh was all he did With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!" Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves He hasn't bathed in ages Masked by quarts of cheap cologne His furry skin sweat-sticky From the surface to the bone Smelly cigar and ***** breath Plus an air of upper-crust Please keep your kids away Cuz that nasty bear can cuss! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves If you meet up with Nasty Panda Better turn around and run You're bound to lose your money And your wits before he's done Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda Cuz he likes the way things are Don't forget to hide your keys Else he'll drive off in your car! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's a scoundrel and a *** He's such a nasty panda ~He's as nasty as they come Beware of Nasty Panda ~He's gonna raise a stink Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He's much nastier than you think
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Am I even alive? I cannot cry I cannot breathe When I was little I danced And I sang and I laughed And I didn't look at boys Because they had cooties But now I cannot move And I cannot speak And I can't look at anybody Am I even alive?
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
yourbeautifulnightmares
Numb
Am I even alive? I cannot cry I cannot breathe When I was little I danced And I sang and I laughed And I didn't look at boys Because they had cooties But now I cannot move And I cannot speak And I can't look at anybody Am I even alive?
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She has cooties, that taste like candy cake, bad breath that smells like caramelized honey. She has mono, that gives you superpowers, ****** would be a blessing, but that’s just a cut she got from climbing. If I said, “Is that a fungus?” She’d say nope, fungi and I’d say **** I got the fungeries” If I kissed you it wasn’t from lack of trying not to, but because your lips looked tasty and I had the munchies.
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Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
matthew-cannizzaro
Don’t kiss her
She has cooties, that taste like candy cake, bad breath that smells like caramelized honey. She has mono, that gives you superpowers, ****** would be a blessing, but that’s just a cut she got from climbing. If I said, “Is that a fungus?” She’d say nope, fungi and I’d say **** I got the fungeries” If I kissed you it wasn’t from lack of trying not to, but because your lips looked tasty and I had the munchies.
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Texas mud, a mud that cakes A mud that strikes fear In boots and trucks alike After fresh summer rain Billowy clouds rolling a long Singing their thunderous song Natures long cool drink I was muddy once Moms words i didn't hear as i hit the back door Thoughts of squishy toes and big smiles A freshly made mud pie for my sister I was muddy once To a boy of ten 2 acres goes on for miles A whole mess a villains ever willing to meet The business end of my B.B. gun And the neighbors nurf gun I was muddy once From the trenches of France To a foxhole on Mars Only fenced in by the outermost stars I couldn't be bested Backyard hoops to creek jumping Swing sets to sword fights I was muddy once The only thought of future Was what tomorrow would bring New adventures, new places to see And all you can drink sweet iced tea I wanted to be something great when i was a kid I wanted to be great I wanted to be a paleontologist, doctor, lawyer, cop, superhero, captain of a yacht, a and mountain man, and never wanted to get married cause girls had cooties and dolls As it turns out I am none of those things As it turns out, what i needed most Was i ran rarest away from I became something i never thought i would be I became something i never thought i could be I am becoming a servant of the King The mud which once covered my hands Bound my heart in a thick, clogging bog Only when i thought no longer of receiving glory I began to poor grace out from this imperfect jar Glory pored to a being more eloquent than I Who hath poured mercy like wine Love as a fire Turning my so called foundations into Texas mud Turns out God doesn't want me to be a doctor Turns out God wants the willing not the able i found something bigger Than the thoughts i thought i knew   How glorious days of old A tear to my eye and a distant memory To stretch and grow is one thing A loss of splendor another When others think of yesterday, Dream for tomorrow Dream and dream big, For God is bigger still He rejoices in imagination Delights in the mind of a child Reclaim that which we've lost For you were muddy once I was muddy once
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
tm
Texas Mud
Texas mud, a mud that cakes A mud that strikes fear In boots and trucks alike After fresh summer rain Billowy clouds rolling a long Singing their thunderous song Natures long cool drink I was muddy once Moms words i didn't hear as i hit the back door Thoughts of squishy toes and big smiles A freshly made mud pie for my sister I was muddy once To a boy of ten 2 acres goes on for miles A whole mess a villains ever willing to meet The business end of my B.B. gun And the neighbors nurf gun I was muddy once From the trenches of France To a foxhole on Mars Only fenced in by the outermost stars I couldn't be bested Backyard hoops to creek jumping Swing sets to sword fights I was muddy once The only thought of future Was what tomorrow would bring New adventures, new places to see And all you can drink sweet iced tea I wanted to be something great when i was a kid I wanted to be great I wanted to be a paleontologist, doctor, lawyer, cop, superhero, captain of a yacht, a and mountain man, and never wanted to get married cause girls had cooties and dolls As it turns out I am none of those things As it turns out, what i needed most Was i ran rarest away from I became something i never thought i would be I became something i never thought i could be I am becoming a servant of the King The mud which once covered my hands Bound my heart in a thick, clogging bog Only when i thought no longer of receiving glory I began to poor grace out from this imperfect jar Glory pored to a being more eloquent than I Who hath poured mercy like wine Love as a fire Turning my so called foundations into Texas mud Turns out God doesn't want me to be a doctor Turns out God wants the willing not the able i found something bigger Than the thoughts i thought i knew   How glorious days of old A tear to my eye and a distant memory To stretch and grow is one thing A loss of splendor another When others think of yesterday, Dream for tomorrow Dream and dream big, For God is bigger still He rejoices in imagination Delights in the mind of a child Reclaim that which we've lost For you were muddy once I was muddy once
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Light this up real quick lighter ****** hear Sage and they go insane Who's to blame Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain Scandalous Triple six what the **** is sane? Seeing kittens without the ******* haze Stroke game long and fast that's Usain Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying? Super lubin Leaving all you spoofs Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost Too legit to even roast on my foes Thoughts of overdose But I can't die cause I am the Goat Dismiss the dope Very cynical Self heal without the clinical I've been there I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult Get it from the back and yo girl in fear Always teased for being weird Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal Ruthless, heart of steel All I see is snakes when I walk the halls Down to ball Never for a ***** money and nothing else Helps me dwell Living well trapped in this mental cell 214 ***** where I learned to be myself Live to excel and to focus on my wealth Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch **** Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged ****** sour lime These acts so undefined Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime The truth I'll help you find In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the ******* Up on a podium on some potent I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student Bish yo man got them moobies Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies Bish we smokin some doubies Bish we making moves Bish keep up with the groove Bish yo girl got them cooties Bish you acting pretty goofy ***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci Bish we trip on some lucy Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy Nosey ****** boogie Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
david-bojay
Wha
Light this up real quick lighter ****** hear Sage and they go insane Who's to blame Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain Scandalous Triple six what the **** is sane? Seeing kittens without the ******* haze Stroke game long and fast that's Usain Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying? Super lubin Leaving all you spoofs Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost Too legit to even roast on my foes Thoughts of overdose But I can't die cause I am the Goat Dismiss the dope Very cynical Self heal without the clinical I've been there I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult Get it from the back and yo girl in fear Always teased for being weird Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal Ruthless, heart of steel All I see is snakes when I walk the halls Down to ball Never for a ***** money and nothing else Helps me dwell Living well trapped in this mental cell 214 ***** where I learned to be myself Live to excel and to focus on my wealth Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch **** Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged ****** sour lime These acts so undefined Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime The truth I'll help you find In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the ******* Up on a podium on some potent I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student Bish yo man got them moobies Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies Bish we smokin some doubies Bish we making moves Bish keep up with the groove Bish yo girl got them cooties Bish you acting pretty goofy ***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci Bish we trip on some lucy Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy Nosey ****** boogie Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
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life used to be so simple wake up in the morning, have some cereal walk to school all excited you got to see your friends after all recess was such a blessing 20 minutes of fresh air, playing tag or kickball girls had cooties so you pretended you were too cool to hangout with them and they giggled and pointed and teased you but that meant they liked you, and it made you smile after school you'd play in the yard leaping from surface to surface, cause the ground was lava, and you couldn't fall joy was so easy to come by hardship was a runny nose, or wheat bread for your lunch and the cuts on your arms were from crawling in a rose bush chasing butterflies with a mindless passion dinner was a time for family you could talk about your day, spend time with dad and after, maybe everyone would watch tv together laughing and smiling life was so simple back then why'd it have to change? now you don't wake up in the mornings because you couldn't sleep last night the demons didn't let you breakfast? you haven't had that in years; you never have the time you still walk to school, but now its a slow, weary trudge because you are dreading the hours you spend in a perfect hell anxiety ridden, stress filled, insult filled torture recess doesn't exist anymore because when you are older, they decide you don't need it now the guys you used to hangout with think they are too cool for you they are off chasing girls, because that is what they;re supposed to do and the girls? well, they still call you names but somehow, ****** doesn't make you smile quite like "butthead" did after school you trudge home and stare at a screen killing time, trying to find anything to distract yourself so you don't have to consider reality because nowadays, the ground really is like lava and if you walk in it wrong, all those ugly problems will rear their heads being sick is normal; you have worse things to deal with because dad sleeps on the couch, and mom's smiles never reach her eyes and the cuts on your arms? you tell people it was some rose bushes you stumbled in walking home but in all honestly, you put them their yourself in the depths of the night after another dinner you skipped, because being fat is a sin and family time is gone, you spend the night alone brooding and sobbing a hopeless wreck, unable to find the joy you used to have life used to be so simple I guess all good things had to end
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
daniel-kenneth
Slater
life used to be so simple wake up in the morning, have some cereal walk to school all excited you got to see your friends after all recess was such a blessing 20 minutes of fresh air, playing tag or kickball girls had cooties so you pretended you were too cool to hangout with them and they giggled and pointed and teased you but that meant they liked you, and it made you smile after school you'd play in the yard leaping from surface to surface, cause the ground was lava, and you couldn't fall joy was so easy to come by hardship was a runny nose, or wheat bread for your lunch and the cuts on your arms were from crawling in a rose bush chasing butterflies with a mindless passion dinner was a time for family you could talk about your day, spend time with dad and after, maybe everyone would watch tv together laughing and smiling life was so simple back then why'd it have to change? now you don't wake up in the mornings because you couldn't sleep last night the demons didn't let you breakfast? you haven't had that in years; you never have the time you still walk to school, but now its a slow, weary trudge because you are dreading the hours you spend in a perfect hell anxiety ridden, stress filled, insult filled torture recess doesn't exist anymore because when you are older, they decide you don't need it now the guys you used to hangout with think they are too cool for you they are off chasing girls, because that is what they;re supposed to do and the girls? well, they still call you names but somehow, ****** doesn't make you smile quite like "butthead" did after school you trudge home and stare at a screen killing time, trying to find anything to distract yourself so you don't have to consider reality because nowadays, the ground really is like lava and if you walk in it wrong, all those ugly problems will rear their heads being sick is normal; you have worse things to deal with because dad sleeps on the couch, and mom's smiles never reach her eyes and the cuts on your arms? you tell people it was some rose bushes you stumbled in walking home but in all honestly, you put them their yourself in the depths of the night after another dinner you skipped, because being fat is a sin and family time is gone, you spend the night alone brooding and sobbing a hopeless wreck, unable to find the joy you used to have life used to be so simple I guess all good things had to end
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Do you remember begging our parents to let us be adults? When our favorite thing to do was dress up and play make believe. Drinking meant chocolate milk and artificial fruity drinks. Getting wasted meant falling off your bike. When the only pain we knew was stubbing a toe… Or scraping our knees from the fall. Getting high wasn’t a term where we blew smoke out of our mouths, it was seeing who could jump or swing the highest. When “taking one for the team” meant helping your teammates, not making a girls night a little bit better. When kissing was just kissing and you got cooties, Not STDs and aids from going too far. And the protection we wore, was helmets on our heads to prevent concussions… not a newborn. When wearing makeup was fun, and a way to express yourself… Or wearing your favorite skirt made you feel cute, not like a **** When we didn’t know what drugs were, just knew that the creamy pink liquid made us feel better. When boyfriends and girlfriends were described as, “My friend thats a boy….” “Or my girl……….. Friend.” When sleepovers were strictly sleepovers, not an excuse to get in bed with your best friend… Who you recently discovered feelings for. The only wars we knew were card games And our worst enemies were our siblings. Dad’s shoulders were our thrones and mum was our hero. How about that time when we all wanted so badly to grow up?
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
ellianalyn
Remember When
Do you remember begging our parents to let us be adults? When our favorite thing to do was dress up and play make believe. Drinking meant chocolate milk and artificial fruity drinks. Getting wasted meant falling off your bike. When the only pain we knew was stubbing a toe… Or scraping our knees from the fall. Getting high wasn’t a term where we blew smoke out of our mouths, it was seeing who could jump or swing the highest. When “taking one for the team” meant helping your teammates, not making a girls night a little bit better. When kissing was just kissing and you got cooties, Not STDs and aids from going too far. And the protection we wore, was helmets on our heads to prevent concussions… not a newborn. When wearing makeup was fun, and a way to express yourself… Or wearing your favorite skirt made you feel cute, not like a **** When we didn’t know what drugs were, just knew that the creamy pink liquid made us feel better. When boyfriends and girlfriends were described as, “My friend thats a boy….” “Or my girl……….. Friend.” When sleepovers were strictly sleepovers, not an excuse to get in bed with your best friend… Who you recently discovered feelings for. The only wars we knew were card games And our worst enemies were our siblings. Dad’s shoulders were our thrones and mum was our hero. How about that time when we all wanted so badly to grow up?
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*Sippy cups to shot glasses Skinned knees to broken hearts Puppy love to marriage* Why must the bliss be replaced with Remorse and sorrow? What ever happened to the time of cooties and boys being “icky”? Soon baby dolls will be replaced with infants, And sports cars will take the place of your hot wheels. *Sleepovers turn into obscene rumors. Chubby cheeks turn into eating disorders.* I’m not ready to grow up yet. I want to stay naive to reality, Let me stay ignorant. It’s inevitable that we have to grow up sooner or later But why sooner than later?
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
krystine-hernandez
Growing Up
*Sippy cups to shot glasses Skinned knees to broken hearts Puppy love to marriage* Why must the bliss be replaced with Remorse and sorrow? What ever happened to the time of cooties and boys being “icky”? Soon baby dolls will be replaced with infants, And sports cars will take the place of your hot wheels. *Sleepovers turn into obscene rumors. Chubby cheeks turn into eating disorders.* I’m not ready to grow up yet. I want to stay naive to reality, Let me stay ignorant. It’s inevitable that we have to grow up sooner or later But why sooner than later?
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There was once a time when you were a princess and lived in a great beautiful castle, And your father was king and your mother queen and you were the smartest, bravest, and most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. You used to think “no bad things could happen here” There was once a time when the only bad things boys could do to you was to give you cooties, And the only pain you felt was when you fell and got a cut. You only cried when you couldn't get the toy you wanted or you had to go to bed early. There was once a time when you couldn't wait to grow up When feeling heartbreak was an excuse to start dating There was once a time where you could never fathom something bad to happen, So when it did, it felt like a ton of bricks just hit you full on in the chest. You used to believe in Santa Clause and princesses and magic, You couldn’t wait to fall in love There was once a time where you couldn’t imagine being sad, as if that was the worst thing that could happen to you. “My mother is only popping pills and her picking skin to feel better” you would say. How was I supposed to know it would end this way? Now boys give you heartbreak and getting cooties are the last thing on your mind Now you worry more about getting an std or pregnant than living And your parents are just the background noise to your life, telling you what you shouldn't do and how to do things better than they did instead of letting you live. Your decisions were never yours to make and now they can’t relate to how you feel even though they think they do they think they know you and that these emotions are just a “phase” But how can you explain that everything they say and every choice they force you to make only makes you break? Now castles are impossible to afford and you give yourself cuts and bruises to try to take away the pain Because how can you cope with all of this? Becoming older used to give you bliss Now you’re just an empty abyss Filled with sadness and pain so familiar you know it like the back of your hand Your friends are now the ones pushing you off the swing instead of helping you fly. Your parents don’t get it and never will and now instead of your dad being a king he is a tyrant You’re no longer a princess or a child But you wish you were Who knew growing up would be so cruel? All those math and history lessons never prepared you for this Your parents said always look both ways before crossing the road Now they say “don’t get pregnant” My parents said “there are no monsters under the bed” Maybe not anymore Because now they’re in my head.
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
lilacdreams
Once upon a time
There was once a time when you were a princess and lived in a great beautiful castle, And your father was king and your mother queen and you were the smartest, bravest, and most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. You used to think “no bad things could happen here” There was once a time when the only bad things boys could do to you was to give you cooties, And the only pain you felt was when you fell and got a cut. You only cried when you couldn't get the toy you wanted or you had to go to bed early. There was once a time when you couldn't wait to grow up When feeling heartbreak was an excuse to start dating There was once a time where you could never fathom something bad to happen, So when it did, it felt like a ton of bricks just hit you full on in the chest. You used to believe in Santa Clause and princesses and magic, You couldn’t wait to fall in love There was once a time where you couldn’t imagine being sad, as if that was the worst thing that could happen to you. “My mother is only popping pills and her picking skin to feel better” you would say. How was I supposed to know it would end this way? Now boys give you heartbreak and getting cooties are the last thing on your mind Now you worry more about getting an std or pregnant than living And your parents are just the background noise to your life, telling you what you shouldn't do and how to do things better than they did instead of letting you live. Your decisions were never yours to make and now they can’t relate to how you feel even though they think they do they think they know you and that these emotions are just a “phase” But how can you explain that everything they say and every choice they force you to make only makes you break? Now castles are impossible to afford and you give yourself cuts and bruises to try to take away the pain Because how can you cope with all of this? Becoming older used to give you bliss Now you’re just an empty abyss Filled with sadness and pain so familiar you know it like the back of your hand Your friends are now the ones pushing you off the swing instead of helping you fly. Your parents don’t get it and never will and now instead of your dad being a king he is a tyrant You’re no longer a princess or a child But you wish you were Who knew growing up would be so cruel? All those math and history lessons never prepared you for this Your parents said always look both ways before crossing the road Now they say “don’t get pregnant” My parents said “there are no monsters under the bed” Maybe not anymore Because now they’re in my head.
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When grownups say "There is no such thing as magic" They have forgotten some Mighty important things Like A Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie That you share with friends Or moments of awe Or a moment of zen Or kissing a girl (Even though she got cooties) And then she smiles And giggles As she kisses you back
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
ambient-destruction
Interview with nine year old me
When grownups say "There is no such thing as magic" They have forgotten some Mighty important things Like A Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie That you share with friends Or moments of awe Or a moment of zen Or kissing a girl (Even though she got cooties) And then she smiles And giggles As she kisses you back
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Boys, Boys, Boys, Likable, lovable,or lonely, Some are completely despicable, You got those hard ***** who are too strong for love, or who will just lead ya on, making you think thoughts you shouldn't about them and Making you want them more then you should, Or you got those babies, the ones who refuse to actually grow some ***** The ones who ask you to forgive them of their weaknesses, Their shortcomings and their downfalls, Like seriously? I'm a girl, not a leaning post who you can depend upon, Ok, maybe if I knew you more, But still like, really? The ones who refuse to make a move, like even afraid to touch you, What? Do I have cooties or something, Hold my hand, or hold me, Come on! Then you got those ones who don't even know how to communicate, Or say something worth hearing,   Please I've heard it all, How cute and adorable I am, The Goddess, a queen, labeling me to be one who I'm not, I'm a human being, one of you! Last time I checked I was a mortal, not some model of perfection, But to be put on such a pedestal is simply too much. So come on guys, get a grip and learn how to stand up for yourselves, Don't pretend I'm something more then I'm not, It aint going to work, I want you as a friend, then a lover, but the crushes are constantly crushing my hopes and dreams of finding that one prince charming
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
lover-of-words
Boys...
Boys, Boys, Boys, Likable, lovable,or lonely, Some are completely despicable, You got those hard ***** who are too strong for love, or who will just lead ya on, making you think thoughts you shouldn't about them and Making you want them more then you should, Or you got those babies, the ones who refuse to actually grow some ***** The ones who ask you to forgive them of their weaknesses, Their shortcomings and their downfalls, Like seriously? I'm a girl, not a leaning post who you can depend upon, Ok, maybe if I knew you more, But still like, really? The ones who refuse to make a move, like even afraid to touch you, What? Do I have cooties or something, Hold my hand, or hold me, Come on! Then you got those ones who don't even know how to communicate, Or say something worth hearing,   Please I've heard it all, How cute and adorable I am, The Goddess, a queen, labeling me to be one who I'm not, I'm a human being, one of you! Last time I checked I was a mortal, not some model of perfection, But to be put on such a pedestal is simply too much. So come on guys, get a grip and learn how to stand up for yourselves, Don't pretend I'm something more then I'm not, It aint going to work, I want you as a friend, then a lover, but the crushes are constantly crushing my hopes and dreams of finding that one prince charming
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You don't have to convince me you're perfect. Oh, please - I already know that. Unique? An understatement, you Are a diamond in a field of weeds. Roses are red, violets are blue, but you make me feel Every color. Beauty, thy name is you. Everyone knows it but you. A simple smile and infectious laugh is all it takes to Unveil your true inner beauty. Though, you may just think I have cooties. I know that you may think I'm silly or dumb, but **** it - maybe it's part of my "charm." Underneath this sarcastic wall, you'll find my heart in a Locker. Banter – it’s the best part of our conversations. Even the insults and digs and salt. You’re A fountain of charm; your beauty effortlessly Ubiquitous. Take it from me, there aren’t many people like You. Talking to you is like cracking a safe, I don’t know How to do it. I’d spend years and Years before I worked up the skill and charm to crack you. ****** That what you are; A hot ball of fire, divine and intriguing, My hands very well could get burned, but Everything would be worth it if I got to hold you. Is what I’m saying silly? Sure, but that’s why you like it. Jazz. That’s what you are; Eclectic and musical, soft and Seductive; sweet-sounding and beautiful, So effortlessly easy to listen to.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
casey-hamilton
Donut
You don't have to convince me you're perfect. Oh, please - I already know that. Unique? An understatement, you Are a diamond in a field of weeds. Roses are red, violets are blue, but you make me feel Every color. Beauty, thy name is you. Everyone knows it but you. A simple smile and infectious laugh is all it takes to Unveil your true inner beauty. Though, you may just think I have cooties. I know that you may think I'm silly or dumb, but **** it - maybe it's part of my "charm." Underneath this sarcastic wall, you'll find my heart in a Locker. Banter – it’s the best part of our conversations. Even the insults and digs and salt. You’re A fountain of charm; your beauty effortlessly Ubiquitous. Take it from me, there aren’t many people like You. Talking to you is like cracking a safe, I don’t know How to do it. I’d spend years and Years before I worked up the skill and charm to crack you. ****** That what you are; A hot ball of fire, divine and intriguing, My hands very well could get burned, but Everything would be worth it if I got to hold you. Is what I’m saying silly? Sure, but that’s why you like it. Jazz. That’s what you are; Eclectic and musical, soft and Seductive; sweet-sounding and beautiful, So effortlessly easy to listen to.
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“We” are becoming a game A game of Hide my feelings And Seek your touch A game of Memory While you memorize my curves I memorize the curves of your smile A game of ring around the truth and let the thought of being together fall right down my cheek as I cry from your words of Guess Who doesn't love you “We” have become that Puzzle With the pieces that all look the same And I’m not sure if our pieces fit together One of those puzzles with the pieces that look like they’ll fit But you won’t know for sure till you finish But you aren’t sure you want to try hard enough to find out A game where you Chute me that look And I start to climb the Ladder Even though I know I’m gonna have to slide back down eventually A game where I constantly think about the sweet Candy that is you and Land right back into reality Knowing you’ll never get the Clue And I’ll be the one who is Sorry Even though I should have known you were Trouble all along I’m starting to learn that this is Life And the War with myself isn’t worth it It isn’t worth feeling like the Paper While you are the Scissors when really we are both stuck under this Rock We just keep calling for Red Rover to send sanity right over our way so we can finally figure out the Monopoly of Forged seduction I’ll just continue to Go Fishing for the words to unlock our mystery so we can finally Connect our Four arms together ‘We” are becoming a game Where we are constantly Tagging each other to be the one to say It first A game where feelings are Cooties and we have to Circle our brains to find the Spot Where we find out if we even have a Shot You’ll just keep making me Tick While I try to find a way to Tack a label Toe how I feel Until I realise this is just Child's Play
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
kira-massey
Child's Play
“We” are becoming a game A game of Hide my feelings And Seek your touch A game of Memory While you memorize my curves I memorize the curves of your smile A game of ring around the truth and let the thought of being together fall right down my cheek as I cry from your words of Guess Who doesn't love you “We” have become that Puzzle With the pieces that all look the same And I’m not sure if our pieces fit together One of those puzzles with the pieces that look like they’ll fit But you won’t know for sure till you finish But you aren’t sure you want to try hard enough to find out A game where you Chute me that look And I start to climb the Ladder Even though I know I’m gonna have to slide back down eventually A game where I constantly think about the sweet Candy that is you and Land right back into reality Knowing you’ll never get the Clue And I’ll be the one who is Sorry Even though I should have known you were Trouble all along I’m starting to learn that this is Life And the War with myself isn’t worth it It isn’t worth feeling like the Paper While you are the Scissors when really we are both stuck under this Rock We just keep calling for Red Rover to send sanity right over our way so we can finally figure out the Monopoly of Forged seduction I’ll just continue to Go Fishing for the words to unlock our mystery so we can finally Connect our Four arms together ‘We” are becoming a game Where we are constantly Tagging each other to be the one to say It first A game where feelings are Cooties and we have to Circle our brains to find the Spot Where we find out if we even have a Shot You’ll just keep making me Tick While I try to find a way to Tack a label Toe how I feel Until I realise this is just Child's Play
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Come here kids and listen We're gonna play a game It's just like tag, a little And Covid is it's name The whole wide world is playing It's a simple game to play Everyone has cooties The idea is stay away The game has no time limit It may last a month or more You can win it if you listen That's what this poem is for You don't want the cooties You don't want to be it The idea is keep your distance This game may take a bit One way to block the cooties From getting in your space Wash your hands like we do And do not touch your face You don't know who has cooties Who is it and who is not So, stay close like we tell you And then you won't get caught This game is really something I'll tell you when it's done Just follow my instructions And we'll keep on having fun So, one, two, three...we're playing Don't let the cooties in your space Wash your hands like I do And do not touch your face
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
roger-turner
The Cooties Game
Come here kids and listen We're gonna play a game It's just like tag, a little And Covid is it's name The whole wide world is playing It's a simple game to play Everyone has cooties The idea is stay away The game has no time limit It may last a month or more You can win it if you listen That's what this poem is for You don't want the cooties You don't want to be it The idea is keep your distance This game may take a bit One way to block the cooties From getting in your space Wash your hands like we do And do not touch your face You don't know who has cooties Who is it and who is not So, stay close like we tell you And then you won't get caught This game is really something I'll tell you when it's done Just follow my instructions And we'll keep on having fun So, one, two, three...we're playing Don't let the cooties in your space Wash your hands like I do And do not touch your face
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Something isn’t right. Perhaps I’m a little screwy. I thought the fear of cooties existed only within childhood realms. It’s come back to me in my twenties however. In grown up terms I think it’d be referred to as a fear of intimacy. In psychological terms PTSD. It snags against the chip on my shoulder catching and consuming my heart. I’m afraid of cooties. Yeah, let’s say that’s the problem. **** is such an ugly word after all.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
chillo6
Catching Cooties
Something isn’t right. Perhaps I’m a little screwy. I thought the fear of cooties existed only within childhood realms. It’s come back to me in my twenties however. In grown up terms I think it’d be referred to as a fear of intimacy. In psychological terms PTSD. It snags against the chip on my shoulder catching and consuming my heart. I’m afraid of cooties. Yeah, let’s say that’s the problem. **** is such an ugly word after all.
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I wish relationships worked like they did when we were younger. I like you, you like me, Let’s be together. No games, no worries, just love. Obviously, that love we felt back then wasn’t love love. It wasn’t the kind people write books and make movies about. Such a simple story would never sell copies or tickets. But love is still love, no matter what form it’s in. So let the movies have heartbreaking tales, Star-crossed lovers doomed to fail from the moment they met. I want love like a six-year-old, Where a boy pulls your hair and says you have cooties. And your mom wipes your tears, Saying it’s only because he likes you. And sure enough, the next day you two are married on the playground. I want love like sixth grade, Where your friends all giggle about your crush. But you like him anyway, Because he thinks you’re pretty despite the frizzy hair and braces. So you become a couple, Holding hands at recess and sitting together at lunch. After that things become complicated. People play games, Saying one thing and doing another. Love is no longer straightforward. It becomes a roller coaster ride that you’re not even sure you want to be on anymore.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
kristi-d
Like We Were Younger
I wish relationships worked like they did when we were younger. I like you, you like me, Let’s be together. No games, no worries, just love. Obviously, that love we felt back then wasn’t love love. It wasn’t the kind people write books and make movies about. Such a simple story would never sell copies or tickets. But love is still love, no matter what form it’s in. So let the movies have heartbreaking tales, Star-crossed lovers doomed to fail from the moment they met. I want love like a six-year-old, Where a boy pulls your hair and says you have cooties. And your mom wipes your tears, Saying it’s only because he likes you. And sure enough, the next day you two are married on the playground. I want love like sixth grade, Where your friends all giggle about your crush. But you like him anyway, Because he thinks you’re pretty despite the frizzy hair and braces. So you become a couple, Holding hands at recess and sitting together at lunch. After that things become complicated. People play games, Saying one thing and doing another. Love is no longer straightforward. It becomes a roller coaster ride that you’re not even sure you want to be on anymore.
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I'm tired of feeling all this pain, I feel so num I wan't to go back to when I was young To the time where nothing matter No worrying, No jealousy, No guys Just friends I wan't to go back to the time where depression didn't exit instead of cutting wrists we cut paper snowflakes The time where boys had cooties not hormones The time where all I wanted was to be a princess The time where I cried over broken crayons not over boys The time where *** didn't matter It's so different now instead of looking like a princess, you have to look like barbie And guys expectation are just so high And even if they say we are perfect we aren't because it's the same thing ever day they still look at the naked chicks on the front of those playboys It's so painful Now I wait to get hurt I'm just expecting it It's an every day thing Worrying that another girl will take my place You say that they are just friends But you use to like them at one point so it's not that simple I'm a girl my mind over thinks I've been hurt so many times by you and other guys I just don't trust anymore You've lied to me once you lie you lose all my trust now I'm laying here while my mascara runs.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
michaela-gagnon
The time when nothing mattered
I'm tired of feeling all this pain, I feel so num I wan't to go back to when I was young To the time where nothing matter No worrying, No jealousy, No guys Just friends I wan't to go back to the time where depression didn't exit instead of cutting wrists we cut paper snowflakes The time where boys had cooties not hormones The time where all I wanted was to be a princess The time where I cried over broken crayons not over boys The time where *** didn't matter It's so different now instead of looking like a princess, you have to look like barbie And guys expectation are just so high And even if they say we are perfect we aren't because it's the same thing ever day they still look at the naked chicks on the front of those playboys It's so painful Now I wait to get hurt I'm just expecting it It's an every day thing Worrying that another girl will take my place You say that they are just friends But you use to like them at one point so it's not that simple I'm a girl my mind over thinks I've been hurt so many times by you and other guys I just don't trust anymore You've lied to me once you lie you lose all my trust now I'm laying here while my mascara runs.
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your lips were stained red the first time you ever drank from a big girl’s cup you know the one without a lid and your mother was so proud when you still bathed with your little sister because you were young and it was okay she decided to taste the grape shampoo because it smelled so sweet and so it should taste the same and she was curious and so were you but she grimaced and choked and even cried so you thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea so you didn't taste it and remember the time you scraped your knees because you were trying to be like all of the boys and so you climbed up the tree at the park just to prove that you weren't fragile and you didn't even cry not even a tear so they decided you must not have cooties you weren't like the other girls you were one of them and you were the exception you wore those scars with pride your lips were stained red the first time you tasted wine you were at communion with your best friend who called herself a bad catholic at the age of just thirteen when your sister was twelve and just learning about how smoking was bad for you she decided to steal a cigarette from your mother because all of the grownups did it and you were sixteen and curious because all of the cool kids did it and when she coughed and hacked and ****** in another drag you thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea but you both did it anyways and remember that same year you wanted to impress all of the boys so you went to your first party and it was nothing like in the movies but you wanted to prove that you were like the other girls so you drank yourself into a haze and you slipped into one of the bedrooms with a faceless stranger and you didn't even cry but you wanted to
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
josephine-vanhise-1
your lips were stained red
your lips were stained red the first time you ever drank from a big girl’s cup you know the one without a lid and your mother was so proud when you still bathed with your little sister because you were young and it was okay she decided to taste the grape shampoo because it smelled so sweet and so it should taste the same and she was curious and so were you but she grimaced and choked and even cried so you thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea so you didn't taste it and remember the time you scraped your knees because you were trying to be like all of the boys and so you climbed up the tree at the park just to prove that you weren't fragile and you didn't even cry not even a tear so they decided you must not have cooties you weren't like the other girls you were one of them and you were the exception you wore those scars with pride your lips were stained red the first time you tasted wine you were at communion with your best friend who called herself a bad catholic at the age of just thirteen when your sister was twelve and just learning about how smoking was bad for you she decided to steal a cigarette from your mother because all of the grownups did it and you were sixteen and curious because all of the cool kids did it and when she coughed and hacked and ****** in another drag you thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea but you both did it anyways and remember that same year you wanted to impress all of the boys so you went to your first party and it was nothing like in the movies but you wanted to prove that you were like the other girls so you drank yourself into a haze and you slipped into one of the bedrooms with a faceless stranger and you didn't even cry but you wanted to
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I built a time machine Out of barbie shoes Plastic legs and heads No-junk Ken Mr. Teddy bear Baby Blue quilt That doesn't even reach to my shins anymore Spilled finger paints On the bathroom floorr Primary colors Forming little swirls A refrigerator box makes up the body And there's tinfoil For the roof I've stocked my miracle machine Full of PBJ's Spaghettios My childhood comfort foods I fired it up Admired the purring Whirring Wheels in motion Turning I thought 1999 was when I felt alive Was when I thrived When all the toys could talk And all the dogs Boys still had cooties I didn't want to kiss them all It took a refrigerator box An overgrown backyard To break a smile Break a sweat I was betting on the past To match my memories Take a breath. Press the button. Go back.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
holly-salvatore
The Time Machine
I built a time machine Out of barbie shoes Plastic legs and heads No-junk Ken Mr. Teddy bear Baby Blue quilt That doesn't even reach to my shins anymore Spilled finger paints On the bathroom floorr Primary colors Forming little swirls A refrigerator box makes up the body And there's tinfoil For the roof I've stocked my miracle machine Full of PBJ's Spaghettios My childhood comfort foods I fired it up Admired the purring Whirring Wheels in motion Turning I thought 1999 was when I felt alive Was when I thrived When all the toys could talk And all the dogs Boys still had cooties I didn't want to kiss them all It took a refrigerator box An overgrown backyard To break a smile Break a sweat I was betting on the past To match my memories Take a breath. Press the button. Go back.
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Depression isn’t something you can just push off your shoulder Everyday is a struggle between laying on the colder side of my pillow Forcing myself to get up/face the day The sun shine literally pierces my skin New meaning to blinded by the light Getting ready in the morning is a blur Foggy vision, foggy thoughts No, I wish it actually was Staring at myself in the mirror isn’t easy You hate what you see Always a desire to be someone else Who is no where near myself Hate the person staring back at me “You’re pretty” they say “You’re fine” they say “You’ll be fine” they say “You don’t understand” I say Colder weather means colder thoughts The brisk air filters my head with sharp brittle thoughts Rainy days mean movies, cuddling, hot coco with the little marshmallows Take me back to the days where being happy was easy Where I would run around mindlessly, giggling When no one cared who my friends were What I wore Who I was Life used to be carefree Tentative smiles excitement over coffee shops Humble attitudes Boys had cooties, not hormones Where you feared *** scenes with your parents Now you crave the artificial love, and false hope When did drinking chocolate milk turn into ***** Puking meant you were sick, not sick of ********
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
aime-worcester-1
pain
Depression isn’t something you can just push off your shoulder Everyday is a struggle between laying on the colder side of my pillow Forcing myself to get up/face the day The sun shine literally pierces my skin New meaning to blinded by the light Getting ready in the morning is a blur Foggy vision, foggy thoughts No, I wish it actually was Staring at myself in the mirror isn’t easy You hate what you see Always a desire to be someone else Who is no where near myself Hate the person staring back at me “You’re pretty” they say “You’re fine” they say “You’ll be fine” they say “You don’t understand” I say Colder weather means colder thoughts The brisk air filters my head with sharp brittle thoughts Rainy days mean movies, cuddling, hot coco with the little marshmallows Take me back to the days where being happy was easy Where I would run around mindlessly, giggling When no one cared who my friends were What I wore Who I was Life used to be carefree Tentative smiles excitement over coffee shops Humble attitudes Boys had cooties, not hormones Where you feared *** scenes with your parents Now you crave the artificial love, and false hope When did drinking chocolate milk turn into ***** Puking meant you were sick, not sick of ********
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Fall would bring down the leaves and reveal the entrances to their secret tree forts. They would wave two fingers in their faces and pretend that the early morning steam of their breath was cigarette smoke. They would laugh like maniacs when the teacher wasn’t looking, and be as quiet and innocent as babies when he was. The sun gone down, the last inning played and the first street lamps came on they could be found under blankets, reading scary stories by flash light. When the winter arrived they slept near the cold glow of televisions. Tomorrow screamed of Baseball, and school books, and notes passed in class to the girls they pretended to hate. It would beg them to throw off their shoes and feel the sun warm blacktop on their bare feet. It would whisper secrets of life, new things discovered. When spring came around they would chase through the tall grass, looking for Pokemon. They would accuse each other of contracting cooties from their spring fever addled crushes. They would send away UPCs from the backs of their comics for the prizes, treasures untold. In the evenings they would study, and write and miss the summer. As summer finally came they would gather together, their days at long last free for planning. They would make additions to their tree houses, tell fictional stories about how far their old crushes had let them get. They would wrap on the side of the old TV every Saturday morning, when the static interrupted the cartoons. Tennis ***** were made for bouncing off the sides of houses. When the air grew cold at night they would string a clothes line between their beds and the wall. A sheet hung on it made an excellent tent, a flash light a fine camp fire. They would tell each other what they would do when they grew up.
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 9:51 PM UTC
paul-glottaman
Seasons.
Fall would bring down the leaves and reveal the entrances to their secret tree forts. They would wave two fingers in their faces and pretend that the early morning steam of their breath was cigarette smoke. They would laugh like maniacs when the teacher wasn’t looking, and be as quiet and innocent as babies when he was. The sun gone down, the last inning played and the first street lamps came on they could be found under blankets, reading scary stories by flash light. When the winter arrived they slept near the cold glow of televisions. Tomorrow screamed of Baseball, and school books, and notes passed in class to the girls they pretended to hate. It would beg them to throw off their shoes and feel the sun warm blacktop on their bare feet. It would whisper secrets of life, new things discovered. When spring came around they would chase through the tall grass, looking for Pokemon. They would accuse each other of contracting cooties from their spring fever addled crushes. They would send away UPCs from the backs of their comics for the prizes, treasures untold. In the evenings they would study, and write and miss the summer. As summer finally came they would gather together, their days at long last free for planning. They would make additions to their tree houses, tell fictional stories about how far their old crushes had let them get. They would wrap on the side of the old TV every Saturday morning, when the static interrupted the cartoons. Tennis ***** were made for bouncing off the sides of houses. When the air grew cold at night they would string a clothes line between their beds and the wall. A sheet hung on it made an excellent tent, a flash light a fine camp fire. They would tell each other what they would do when they grew up.
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