"hilighted" poems - Hello Poetry

sometimes i wish i could submerge myself in vanity. i could find solace in obsession, in hilighted hair, acrylic nails. my scars could be airbrush spray-tanned, and my fake eyelashes would remind my eyes to stay open. i could walk around like a peacock, strutting for attraction while i move for distraction; anything to keep me busy, to keep me from laying in bed at 7 p.m. because there's nothing better to do. if i had worn makeup, i would have been forced to get up, to wash my face, to move. but now i think i'll just continue here, dreaming of pretty me's, pretty days, and a different tomorrow. today wasnt bad, it just wasn't anything. if I was vain at least my fake smile would be bleached.

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Oct 25, 2012

Oct 25, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC

katy-turner

Vanity/Sanity

sometimes i wish i could submerge myself in vanity. i could find solace in obsession, in hilighted hair, acrylic nails. my scars could be airbrush spray-tanned, and my fake eyelashes would remind my eyes to stay open. i could walk around like a peacock, strutting for attraction while i move for distraction; anything to keep me busy, to keep me from laying in bed at 7 p.m. because there's nothing better to do. if i had worn makeup, i would have been forced to get up, to wash my face, to move. but now i think i'll just continue here, dreaming of pretty me's, pretty days, and a different tomorrow. today wasnt bad, it just wasn't anything. if I was vain at least my fake smile would be bleached.

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I never wanna tell u What I really wanna say I'm just here too help u no need to runaway My words are my best friends That I won't ever chase Wont beg for attention dont need u too stay If you dont want Break up that bond Got it all wrong now u wake up all gone .. Nothing is permanent Just take my word for it You'll be returning quick thinkin you learned new tricks Not here to disappoint u but I have no choice Notice destruction you cannot avoid Lost in the noise flanted my voice Traded my toys for songs I enjoyed No one will help u until ur heart stops Wat ever u know prove ur heart is on top Ignoring the news while my art hopes for props showed u the thruth and u started too pause Look at the view like a portrait that's rare Looking at u becuz ur unware Too late for mistakes no need too compare Living day by day fully prepared I'm not here too force I just wanna help Get lost in the course I keep hurting myself Mission abort give it too someone else Lying in court Dont know how I felt This is what happens when your way too passive Notice the damage no need 2 panic Took off the bandage locked in the attic Just like an addict look how I had it On Automatic till it fell off a cliff Last cigarette Before hell gets dim Hilighted the meaning Gave u full emphasis Lucidly dreaming Dont need too remenis Super nintendo sega genesis When I was younger I couldn't picture this Random world in tabu why keep Locking eyes One bite 2 her lip just too start up the ride ...

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC

eyevory88

I never wanna tell u

I never wanna tell u What I really wanna say I'm just here too help u no need to runaway My words are my best friends That I won't ever chase Wont beg for attention dont need u too stay If you dont want Break up that bond Got it all wrong now u wake up all gone .. Nothing is permanent Just take my word for it You'll be returning quick thinkin you learned new tricks Not here to disappoint u but I have no choice Notice destruction you cannot avoid Lost in the noise flanted my voice Traded my toys for songs I enjoyed No one will help u until ur heart stops Wat ever u know prove ur heart is on top Ignoring the news while my art hopes for props showed u the thruth and u started too pause Look at the view like a portrait that's rare Looking at u becuz ur unware Too late for mistakes no need too compare Living day by day fully prepared I'm not here too force I just wanna help Get lost in the course I keep hurting myself Mission abort give it too someone else Lying in court Dont know how I felt This is what happens when your way too passive Notice the damage no need 2 panic Took off the bandage locked in the attic Just like an addict look how I had it On Automatic till it fell off a cliff Last cigarette Before hell gets dim Hilighted the meaning Gave u full emphasis Lucidly dreaming Dont need too remenis Super nintendo sega genesis When I was younger I couldn't picture this Random world in tabu why keep Locking eyes One bite 2 her lip just too start up the ride ...

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I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered. I sit the front row because I film the lectures on my iPad, and there I was, doing my usual bit - taking detailed, color coded notes. If the lecturer mentioned something, I noted it, with my #5 mechanical pencil, but that something could become a heading or a bullet-point in a larger tableau. Those, I would color code with one of several gel pens - tracing carefully over the pencil. Later, in review, I might hi-lite these points with neon, phosphorescent highlighters. (I have a strict color coding system). I tell you all that because it describes how focused I get on my note taking in classes. I don’t usually interact much due to my filming. Suddenly, I noticed an unusual hush. I looked up and realized, to my trauma, that the professor had addressed me. He was looking fixedly at me, bent over with his hands on his knees (he’s on a platform). “Pardon?” I said, meekly. “Don’t just mouth the answer,” he repeated (apparently), exasperatedly, “say it out loud!” I thought back to his last question and I offered, “Magnesium nitride,” but he tilted his head like he was waiting for more, “gave off ammonia as it mixed with the water?” I finish the answer like a question. “Exactly!” he said, standing back up after giving his knees a little slap with his palms. “Thanks for JOINING us,” he says, and after checking his seating chart on his lectern, he added, “MS. Vionet.” I took a shocked umbrage at this (scolding?), my whole body turning a defensive, atomic pink. What did I do - I thought - why was he being so sassy with me? I doubt he REALLY wants answers just called out. It might be a long year.

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Sep 7, 2022

Sep 7, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC

anaisvionet

hilighted

I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered. I sit the front row because I film the lectures on my iPad, and there I was, doing my usual bit - taking detailed, color coded notes. If the lecturer mentioned something, I noted it, with my #5 mechanical pencil, but that something could become a heading or a bullet-point in a larger tableau. Those, I would color code with one of several gel pens - tracing carefully over the pencil. Later, in review, I might hi-lite these points with neon, phosphorescent highlighters. (I have a strict color coding system). I tell you all that because it describes how focused I get on my note taking in classes. I don’t usually interact much due to my filming. Suddenly, I noticed an unusual hush. I looked up and realized, to my trauma, that the professor had addressed me. He was looking fixedly at me, bent over with his hands on his knees (he’s on a platform). “Pardon?” I said, meekly. “Don’t just mouth the answer,” he repeated (apparently), exasperatedly, “say it out loud!” I thought back to his last question and I offered, “Magnesium nitride,” but he tilted his head like he was waiting for more, “gave off ammonia as it mixed with the water?” I finish the answer like a question. “Exactly!” he said, standing back up after giving his knees a little slap with his palms. “Thanks for JOINING us,” he says, and after checking his seating chart on his lectern, he added, “MS. Vionet.” I took a shocked umbrage at this (scolding?), my whole body turning a defensive, atomic pink. What did I do - I thought - why was he being so sassy with me? I doubt he REALLY wants answers just called out. It might be a long year.

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