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"maddie" poems
This may be way too early But as people always say You only live once, YOLO But I usually don't follow This is not a normal poem There is no rhyme or pattern Just an explanation to you I know it hasn't been long Since it all abruptly ended But I am just not quite sure Not sure on when it's right Or even when it is wrong But I am sure on one thing The facts about you, Maddie You're adorable, cute, pretty Beautiful, stunning, lavishing Any description that you want You ARE absolutely amazing I've been debating to do this But I am needing to ask you I know I said I wouldn't go But will you, Madelyn Go to homecoming with me?
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Homecoming Proposal
Its getting late and I'm running short of words to describe you funny as though you're as tall and striking as a lightening bolt, majestic and bright as it as well. With your beauty and brains surly you could take over the world. Not such a large height for someone who's head lies within the clouds, devising them into shapes for the ants to see. What that's? A bird, a plane. No, its a volleyball entangled of predicted rain strapped in a storm of fire from maddie's fatal hands.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
M.M
~for maddie~ the inference need not be discerned, plain clear like a perfected blue sky that took a millennium to craft so well that you take it 100% for granted even God needs trial and error to get it right, and more to create a perfect anything and any body and any elephant
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Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 9:58 AM UTC
elephants spring to mind
Pale skin Red lipstick Big brown eyes I never stood a chance My heart melted It is obvious why
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
For Maddie
Inspector Dork was not pleased with himself he had interrogated everyone in the house only to be knocked down by impenetrable alibi Spouse Susan slept soundly through the night and was awakened in the morn when the alarm bell rang in his room Daughter Debby's room was a floor down she was up with her studies plugged to earphones Son Simon was out for the night he was at his friend's place for a birthday party Maid Maddie made his bed when the clock in his master's room was chiming ten Butler Bill having served a glass of milk closed the door behind him and retired for the night. Inspector Dork was about to leave the victim's room when his eyes fell on the clock pendulum it was not swinging he knew who was lying.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
One was Lying
A little girl went missing One dark but starry night, We do not know what happened Although, some think they might. So many thoughts and theories About what might have been There is much fact and fiction, The like you’ve never seen It’s certainly a mystery What happened to this child, But one thing is for certain The case must not be filed It’s not about the parents It’s not about the Police It’s not about the rights or wrongs, and where they had their teas. It’s about a little person A Grandchild, sister, niece, And someone knows just where she is You need to tell us , please. Somebody knows the answers They know its only right.!! What happened to that little girl, That dark and starry night ??
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
For Maddie
Happy day Maddie Fay Life is great Maddie Fay ‘Go away Maddie Fay’ Said no one, ever. Are you gray, Maddie Fay? You don’t say, Maddie Fay.. Maybe play, Maddie Fay. Life is good, Maddie Fay. Are you gay, Maddie Fay Like they’d say, Maddie Fay In old days, Maddie Fay? Life is good Maddie Fay. Don’t mistake Maddie Fay For a blank Maddie Fay Just a baked Maddie Fay. Life is good, Maddie Fay.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Happy day, Maddie Fay
I can’t even think to for the words for you, so many so little time.. I’m sorry: for being even a blip in your existence For taking you away from your course That I’m leaving a stain in your memory For wasting as much time as I already have You’re sleeping next to me tonight That I won’t be your sacrifice I won’t be able to give you our demon spawn That I allowed myself to love you I say you’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen I’m so ******* stupid For absolutely loving our *** Because I accepted you with ease That we have a divine connection I couldn’t help you help yourself The others before me hurt you so bad For not being able to give you the world My emotions get out of hand That sometimes I just don’t understand I have shown you a different light This will be our last fight It’s our last night But I have to stop there because you would tell me I’m making it about me or not trying to understand you But tonight I will be selfish and I will say my side even if no one sees this I’m so happy I got to fall in love with you even if you, as you say, don’t love me You are the best I will ever have in bed; you hold me all through the night; our *** is unreal, the way you can make my body feel You listened when no one would and wouldn’t when everyone could lend an ear I haven’t had any serious nightmares since being with you but I’ll lay it out right I have nightmares every night You make me feel unstoppable, I never would have felt that without you The amazing things we seen and the earth shattering things you allowed me to dream The way you made me scream acting out my fantasies Purple spotted skin from the **** you were not into; including ******* on me Feeding into my multiple personalities, allowing them to learn how to love and it’s ok for little Maddie to be Letting Maddie roam free, mushroom hunting and ******* me Telling me you actually enjoy my poetry; making me feel motivated and free I love your soul and every personality including Zero... even if he wants to **** me Nights and days in the cemetery; that night you grabbed my back, the nap that could’ve lasted an eternity Eternity...you make me believe Most of all showing me that this reality is just another dream; coming to know me you know how I exit my dreams So I’m sorry to say this will be our last memory because tonight I will finally give into my urges to bleed I don’t intend to die but sometimes I can get a little extreme and hopefully tomorrow I might wake to a dream within a dream I wouldn’t get my hopes up though because it will probably just be a cold reality
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
To my Death Dealing Devil: Love Truly, Devils Delight
I can’t even think to for the words for you, so many so little time.. I’m sorry: for being even a blip in your existence For taking you away from your course That I’m leaving a stain in your memory For wasting as much time as I already have You’re sleeping next to me tonight That I won’t be your sacrifice I won’t be able to give you our demon spawn That I allowed myself to love you I say you’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen I’m so ******* stupid For absolutely loving our *** Because I accepted you with ease That we have a divine connection I couldn’t help you help yourself The others before me hurt you so bad For not being able to give you the world My emotions get out of hand That sometimes I just don’t understand I have shown you a different light This will be our last fight It’s our last night But I have to stop there because you would tell me I’m making it about me or not trying to understand you But tonight I will be selfish and I will say my side even if no one sees this I’m so happy I got to fall in love with you even if you, as you say, don’t love me You are the best I will ever have in bed; you hold me all through the night; our *** is unreal, the way you can make my body feel You listened when no one would and wouldn’t when everyone could lend an ear I haven’t had any serious nightmares since being with you but I’ll lay it out right I have nightmares every night You make me feel unstoppable, I never would have felt that without you The amazing things we seen and the earth shattering things you allowed me to dream The way you made me scream acting out my fantasies Purple spotted skin from the **** you were not into; including ******* on me Feeding into my multiple personalities, allowing them to learn how to love and it’s ok for little Maddie to be Letting Maddie roam free, mushroom hunting and ******* me Telling me you actually enjoy my poetry; making me feel motivated and free I love your soul and every personality including Zero... even if he wants to **** me Nights and days in the cemetery; that night you grabbed my back, the nap that could’ve lasted an eternity Eternity...you make me believe Most of all showing me that this reality is just another dream; coming to know me you know how I exit my dreams So I’m sorry to say this will be our last memory because tonight I will finally give into my urges to bleed I don’t intend to die but sometimes I can get a little extreme and hopefully tomorrow I might wake to a dream within a dream I wouldn’t get my hopes up though because it will probably just be a cold reality
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I'll never forget the feeling of my baby brother's fingertips, How thankful I was to feel his flesh and not empty space. Hydronephrosis wasn't a word they told me to study for my 5th grade spelling bee, but it somehow because my most frequently used word for the first month of his life. Along with guardian ad litem, child support, separation because Daddy hit Mommy, and Daddy hit Maddie. Supervised visitation. Daddy hasn't seen him in six years but Maddie saw Daddy just the other day and had panic attacks instead of sleeping. Every time I see a trait in my baby brother than reminds me of his dad I love on him a little more So he doesn't give a sixth grader PTSD one day. Hydronephrosis is child's play when they start talking about leukemia, Or lymphoma, Or osteosarcoma, Or whatever the **** it is because they still don't know what's wrong with my 7 year old piece of heaven, my proof that pure, unadulterated innocence still exists. I missed two weeks of school to make sure his dimples always showed And to make sure Mommy didn't fall apart I was supposed to be her rock But my own tears wore me down. I eroded. Like grains of sand slipping through fingers, I watched him slip away. He almost died in my arms. I missed two weeks of school And still miss days when he goes to the doctor I'm waiting by the phone for when a check up turns into a diagnosis Praying to a god I'm not even sure exists anymore To keep me alive By keeping him alive.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
For my baby brother
I've been fighting whispers all my life people have been saying "maddie's gay" "maddie's a ***** "maddie's bi" behind my back the whole **** time, I got it, okay? it's not news that people say that about me- it's not a surprise, don't expect me to be offended, it just hurts when it's people I love and it's really whatever it's just I can't seem to avoid it even when I'll join the religious order later in my life, it'll be "maddie's overcompensating" "maddie's doing it so no one would realize she's gay" "maddie's religious so she had to do this because if she just stayed single there would be questions" what do I have to ******* do to prove them wrong bang a male in front of my whole school? no, there will still be questions, "maybe she's bi" I'd like it if sexuality wasn't such a huge issue and if my mannerisms didn't cause people to say my name like a ***** word and if I could just act like ordinary me without being put in a box wouldn't we all?
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
fighting boxes and whispers
let's fall tragically in love drink too much and then fall tragically in lust because I would like to stop and take a break from destiny- I would like to pause and stop who I must be, for just a moment, let it go, forget it all, make this night like it never happened, no rewinds marked from the record, just kiss me, for now; I'm tired of being dependable ***** filling expectations and following the path moral obligations and saying the right thing at the right time I'm tired of being looked up to 'oh, maddie, with the good morals' **** being respectable **** being responsible **** having a reputation **** it all- just **** me.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
escaping destiny
it's one of the great sadnesses of my angsty teenaged existence, that a man who saw all the good in the world was killed by all the bad in it.
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Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
are you there, john lennon? it's me, maddie.
I like the way your cheeks turn red when you're embarrassed, or sometimes for no reason at all. I like the way you say 'God Maddie' I like when we are REALLY talking about something else entirely. I like your hair. and I like when you let me play with it, and I like how tenderheaded you are, because I have to be extra careful I'm not laying on it. I like when you get really excited about something and I can't understand what you're saying. and when people ask me to describe you, I say you're short, quiet, and that's not good enough, when I could describe the way your eyes light up or the way you say things, or your mind, or all the millions of conversations we've had, or your laugh, or your walk, as if you're the only one walking alone on a slackline over a mattress and you're there for the thrill. You aren't a GPA or a collection of friends or a green-orange-gold-blue who is friends with a blue-orange-green-gold. You aren't even an aspiring pilot. You're every experience you've had and every time someones' said your name. and every kiss someone wished they had with you, but didn't have the ***** to pull it off. and every phase you've been through, and every embarrassing quote from freshman year. I wasn't there for all that. But I can be there for the rest of it. and I could write line after line and never come close. adjective on top of adjective with maybe a few verbs, couldn't capture you. or me, really. there's a certain fire inside you everyone who meets you can see it. it's more than there is on the outside and makes me want to burrow and dig for it so I can be warmed by the gentle (or blazing) heat. if I get too close, I might get burnt. but maybe it'll be worth it. I don't want to capture you. capturing and owning and containing will slowly **** your flame. I don't want to change you. I don't want to hold you down. I want to see you fly. I want to watch as your soul alights on the wings of heaven, and the fire inside you finally finishes eating away at the outer shell and it emerges in full glory, and I've seen it for a long time and now everyone can see it just like me. You're looking for someone who sees things like you do. I don't. I see differently. But at least I can try to understand the way and the why you see things like you do. We're so ridiculously different. but can anyone ever be similar? Who you are is expansive and never-ending and unimaginable and no words could ever capture it. Who I am is completely in the other direction but the same in scope. I hope that you understand- who we ARE is not nearly as beautiful and powerful as who we can be or who we will be.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
who you are
I like the way your cheeks turn red when you're embarrassed, or sometimes for no reason at all. I like the way you say 'God Maddie' I like when we are REALLY talking about something else entirely. I like your hair. and I like when you let me play with it, and I like how tenderheaded you are, because I have to be extra careful I'm not laying on it. I like when you get really excited about something and I can't understand what you're saying. and when people ask me to describe you, I say you're short, quiet, and that's not good enough, when I could describe the way your eyes light up or the way you say things, or your mind, or all the millions of conversations we've had, or your laugh, or your walk, as if you're the only one walking alone on a slackline over a mattress and you're there for the thrill. You aren't a GPA or a collection of friends or a green-orange-gold-blue who is friends with a blue-orange-green-gold. You aren't even an aspiring pilot. You're every experience you've had and every time someones' said your name. and every kiss someone wished they had with you, but didn't have the ***** to pull it off. and every phase you've been through, and every embarrassing quote from freshman year. I wasn't there for all that. But I can be there for the rest of it. and I could write line after line and never come close. adjective on top of adjective with maybe a few verbs, couldn't capture you. or me, really. there's a certain fire inside you everyone who meets you can see it. it's more than there is on the outside and makes me want to burrow and dig for it so I can be warmed by the gentle (or blazing) heat. if I get too close, I might get burnt. but maybe it'll be worth it. I don't want to capture you. capturing and owning and containing will slowly **** your flame. I don't want to change you. I don't want to hold you down. I want to see you fly. I want to watch as your soul alights on the wings of heaven, and the fire inside you finally finishes eating away at the outer shell and it emerges in full glory, and I've seen it for a long time and now everyone can see it just like me. You're looking for someone who sees things like you do. I don't. I see differently. But at least I can try to understand the way and the why you see things like you do. We're so ridiculously different. but can anyone ever be similar? Who you are is expansive and never-ending and unimaginable and no words could ever capture it. Who I am is completely in the other direction but the same in scope. I hope that you understand- who we ARE is not nearly as beautiful and powerful as who we can be or who we will be.
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Ayea, Ayea I hear the call The call of my ancestors They walked the paths They know the ways Guides when no one of the flesh appears Teachers of ways not written Ways thought long forgotten Ayea, Ayea Grandmother Maddie Whispers in my ear Centuries gone I know her face without a picture I met her in the dreamtime I met her in the trees I met her in the rocks I met her in the streams I met her in the sky I met her in myself. Ayea, Ayea I see my path I placed it in front of me before the womb The knowledge is there It's there for the remembering If I open my senses to experience If I open my heart to know If I open my soul to sing Music, the most ancient tongue Ayea, Ayea Breaking from the cocoon I balance on the shell Which fostered this birth trembling and stretching feeling the power of my wings I have nothing to fear They are a part of me I cannot fail Ayea, Ayea I cry out to the sky I hear the laughter of the cloud children Calling for me to come Come and play Tickle the face of the Mother Spread her moisture Across the drought-ridden land Ayea, Ayea Hiding in my soul womb I was afraid Afraid to claim myself To speak the truth of Who I Am What I am Why I Am A Shaman A Healer A Teacher Ayea, Ayea I see the titles Without labels This is my song This is my dance This is my Me I was gifted with Sight I was gifted with Voice I was gifted with Thought I am Blessed Ayea, Ayea I am all Women I am your Lover I am your Friend I am your Mother I am your Daughter I am your Sister I am You I am Me I am Her Ayea, Ayea I hear the Call the Call of the Wild No matter the walls around me I am One with Nature I am One with the Universe I am One with Chaos I am One with Order I Am One I Am Ayea, Ayea, Ayea
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Sacred Ayea
Ayea, Ayea I hear the call The call of my ancestors They walked the paths They know the ways Guides when no one of the flesh appears Teachers of ways not written Ways thought long forgotten Ayea, Ayea Grandmother Maddie Whispers in my ear Centuries gone I know her face without a picture I met her in the dreamtime I met her in the trees I met her in the rocks I met her in the streams I met her in the sky I met her in myself. Ayea, Ayea I see my path I placed it in front of me before the womb The knowledge is there It's there for the remembering If I open my senses to experience If I open my heart to know If I open my soul to sing Music, the most ancient tongue Ayea, Ayea Breaking from the cocoon I balance on the shell Which fostered this birth trembling and stretching feeling the power of my wings I have nothing to fear They are a part of me I cannot fail Ayea, Ayea I cry out to the sky I hear the laughter of the cloud children Calling for me to come Come and play Tickle the face of the Mother Spread her moisture Across the drought-ridden land Ayea, Ayea Hiding in my soul womb I was afraid Afraid to claim myself To speak the truth of Who I Am What I am Why I Am A Shaman A Healer A Teacher Ayea, Ayea I see the titles Without labels This is my song This is my dance This is my Me I was gifted with Sight I was gifted with Voice I was gifted with Thought I am Blessed Ayea, Ayea I am all Women I am your Lover I am your Friend I am your Mother I am your Daughter I am your Sister I am You I am Me I am Her Ayea, Ayea I hear the Call the Call of the Wild No matter the walls around me I am One with Nature I am One with the Universe I am One with Chaos I am One with Order I Am One I Am Ayea, Ayea, Ayea
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My sister she had cancer and I was scared she would die. But she fought. And she fought. And she never gave up. even when she lost her hair. Even when she had a feeding tube. Even when she thought no one cared. Because that's the thing they don't talk about when they talk about cancer. What if all your friends are bad friends? She had one maybe two friends who stayed with her. She changed schools because of the cancer. But those one maybe two friends mattered so much to her and that just shows that nothing means more than love.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Maddie's Poem
Carla Simmons is gonna be a freshman at Bates Academy in two weeks. She was born in Nebraska and lived there until about two months into summer break. She and her family moved there when her parents were offered jobs to be agents for the Teens Acting Agency. Her parents learned how to be agents after about three years of college in Boston before moving to Nebraska shortly after having her older sister, Maddie. Her sister is now a freshman at LA Acting Academy in Los Angeles, California. Carla only lives about an hour and forty-five minutes away. But she still misses her sister as if she were on the other side of the world. Maddie was the only one who understood her and now she wasn’t gonna be there. But Maddie said that as soon as Carla needed her she’d be there in an instant. Her sister has a car and says that as long as she has a way to get there, she will. Carla is really nervous because no one in this town knows anything about her. No one except for her new teachers and the people where her parents work. Carla is so nervous because she knows that she has something that might get her either laughed or stared at if it happens at school. Her parents try to tell her that other kids do it every now and then. But Carla is still worried because she can’t control it. At any moment, even if she had the best night sleep in the world. No matter how early she goes to bed and how late she gets up in the morning. She is always so tired that she will fall asleep anytime at anyplace. It happens every day and there’s nothing she can do about it. Well, she could talk medicine to help with it. But she says that she doesn't think it would do any good. So she just decides to let it be. So now she has to go to school and hope that nothing happens. How will her life turn out? Read the California Life of Carla Simmons and find out.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
The California Life Of Carla Simmons
Carla Simmons is gonna be a freshman at Bates Academy in two weeks. She was born in Nebraska and lived there until about two months into summer break. She and her family moved there when her parents were offered jobs to be agents for the Teens Acting Agency. Her parents learned how to be agents after about three years of college in Boston before moving to Nebraska shortly after having her older sister, Maddie. Her sister is now a freshman at LA Acting Academy in Los Angeles, California. Carla only lives about an hour and forty-five minutes away. But she still misses her sister as if she were on the other side of the world. Maddie was the only one who understood her and now she wasn’t gonna be there. But Maddie said that as soon as Carla needed her she’d be there in an instant. Her sister has a car and says that as long as she has a way to get there, she will. Carla is really nervous because no one in this town knows anything about her. No one except for her new teachers and the people where her parents work. Carla is so nervous because she knows that she has something that might get her either laughed or stared at if it happens at school. Her parents try to tell her that other kids do it every now and then. But Carla is still worried because she can’t control it. At any moment, even if she had the best night sleep in the world. No matter how early she goes to bed and how late she gets up in the morning. She is always so tired that she will fall asleep anytime at anyplace. It happens every day and there’s nothing she can do about it. Well, she could talk medicine to help with it. But she says that she doesn't think it would do any good. So she just decides to let it be. So now she has to go to school and hope that nothing happens. How will her life turn out? Read the California Life of Carla Simmons and find out.
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bee da fee da fee deedledee feel boo dumb da fee fee fee see what you want and hear what you see you'll find you're picking from a cherry tree ickie fickle pickle picker tickle chuckle lemon pucker naps and cuddles and jumping in puddles playin on the fiddle I'm a monkey in the middle Ponyo Kahlo Siddle Widdle Cookie Wookster Queen Maddie Schizofranny Victor Victor Jackie Jackie meowy meowy meow!
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
repository
Skylar, What if you were told that I Killed myself? Ashley, What would you do? Maddie, Would you miss my fake smile? Mom, Would you cry? Dad, Would you care? Macky, Would you miss me? Tori, Are you glad? Bryce, Would you miss our Doctor Who days? Trace, Would you miss Cuddling with me? Mike, Would your Lessons be quieter? Hellopoetry, Would you miss my words that Meant so little?
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
What if?...
Imagine if I was given one moment, just a single slice of my past. I could hold it close forever, and that moment would always last. I'd put the moment in a safe, within my hearts abode. I could open it when I wanted, and only I would know the code. I could choose a time of laughing, a time of happiness and fun. I could choose a time that tried me, through everything I've done. I sat and thought about what moment, would always make me smile. One that would always push me, to walk that extra mile. If I'm feeling sad and low, if I'm struggling with what to do. I can go and open my little safe, and watch my moment through. There are moments I can think of, that would lift my spirits everytime. The moments when you picked me up, when the road was hard to climb. For me to only pick one moment, to cherish, save and keep, Is proving really difficult, as I've gathered up a heap! I've dug deep inside my heart, found the safe and looked inside, there was room for lots of moments, in fact hundreds if I tried. I'm building my own little library, embedded in my heart, for all the moments spent with you, before you had to part. I can open it up whenever I like, pick a moment and watch it through, My little library acts as a promise, I'll never ever forget you
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Maddie
New Text Message; 3:03, read you wanted to see me, but as you ****** me from behind, my face was the last thing on your mind. I know this is what I signed up for, simply *** and nothing more, but lately I've been feeling, my pulse race in anticipation of our next meeting. Realized I had it in for you bad, when you mentioned how many other girls you had, and I smiled, played along, and lied, pretending you weren't the only guy of mine. You don't even know the right thing to call me, when you breathe "Madison" and not "Maddie", I hate my name, it's unfitting and plain. Yet I discovered when your lips form those very sounds that I despise, if just for a moment, there's nothing I'd rather go by. To you it's just another night with another girl, to me it's about more than the way my toes curl. When you leave, the only thing I have to remember you by, are your moans echoing in my ears and bruises on my thighs. You said "this is the best view in the world, I could **** you forever", like I was the only one who could bring you pleasure, but I'm aware if it came down to it, you wouldn't know if my eyes are green or sort of blue-ish. The sad thing is I'm hanging on to every moment, I have with you waiting to one day find my spirit broken.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
New Text Message; 3:03
We are sisters as such, Elbow to elbow, Knee to knee. They call her Maddie and Sammie is she. My eyes are of dark, And hers are of blue. Maddies got the brains in her head, Sam's the one with sand in her shoe. I am goofy and fearless, Always ready to shout. The Sam that I am Cuz why fit in when you are born to stand out. I'm 9 and I'm Maddie. I wonder and think and my thoughts are in tact. I'm smart and I'm cautious. But remember  life' s a great balancing act. Our dads' name is Joe Shmoe He's a wonderful dad,  this is truer than true. Cuz there's noone alive That is youer than you.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
Sam that I am
I 'am' happy there is just some parental tension and stress and a constant struggle on trying to momentarily please people who are sticking there two cents down my throat slots. Cha-Ching goes Maddie and they've hit the jackpot of hurling cold hard attitude.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
hit the jackpot
These feelings, I know them, I’ve felt them before. I was reeling, In feelings, I felt from a ***** But now I’ve moved on, That’s all in the past. She’s out of my life, she’s gone, I knew that **** wouldn’t last. Then why, I ask, Do I feel this way? Towards the girl I love, The girl that loves me. I sit and I think, About the feelings and thoughts, That seem to come about, When it seems I’ve forgot, That she really cares, Like nobody before, Much more than Heather, That stupid-ass ***** Let’s think a second here, She smokes and drinks beer, Along with these habits, Comes unending fear, That she likes other addiction, More than our love, More than our friction, Cause when push comes to shove, I’ll let her shove me, Right down the stairs, Before I create some part of her, That will need repairs, Years and years from now, If she ever left, If she ever up and, Stole my heart out my chest, And ran and ran, Blood spewing and spraying, Like love was a game, That is just meant for playing. And she talks to this guy, A past sugar daddy, He thinks that he’s sly, With Britney and Maddie, And Courtney and Tia, In all corners of the world, He’s got girls that will be a, Nice ***** for him, And he likes my baby, And she says she misses him, So maybe... just maybe, If she goes to Canada, And decides to meet him, They’ll get in a situation, Where she decides to treat him... I know this will never happen, But there will always be the fear, That one of us will **** up, So I worry the end is near. Soon I’ll gain trust, This won’t last forever, But, until then, Trust issues I’ll sever, I’ll cut them all off, One by one, Because feeling this feeling, Is anything but fun.
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
The End Is Near?
These feelings, I know them, I’ve felt them before. I was reeling, In feelings, I felt from a ***** But now I’ve moved on, That’s all in the past. She’s out of my life, she’s gone, I knew that **** wouldn’t last. Then why, I ask, Do I feel this way? Towards the girl I love, The girl that loves me. I sit and I think, About the feelings and thoughts, That seem to come about, When it seems I’ve forgot, That she really cares, Like nobody before, Much more than Heather, That stupid-ass ***** Let’s think a second here, She smokes and drinks beer, Along with these habits, Comes unending fear, That she likes other addiction, More than our love, More than our friction, Cause when push comes to shove, I’ll let her shove me, Right down the stairs, Before I create some part of her, That will need repairs, Years and years from now, If she ever left, If she ever up and, Stole my heart out my chest, And ran and ran, Blood spewing and spraying, Like love was a game, That is just meant for playing. And she talks to this guy, A past sugar daddy, He thinks that he’s sly, With Britney and Maddie, And Courtney and Tia, In all corners of the world, He’s got girls that will be a, Nice ***** for him, And he likes my baby, And she says she misses him, So maybe... just maybe, If she goes to Canada, And decides to meet him, They’ll get in a situation, Where she decides to treat him... I know this will never happen, But there will always be the fear, That one of us will **** up, So I worry the end is near. Soon I’ll gain trust, This won’t last forever, But, until then, Trust issues I’ll sever, I’ll cut them all off, One by one, Because feeling this feeling, Is anything but fun.
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The hazy world sharpened when myopic Maddie got a new pair of glasses sitting pretty on her pert nose. Now she could discern each leaf in a foliage, and tell people apart from a respectable distance. She peered at every face, thrilled that now she could describe the smallest details in case she were ever called in to sit for a police sketch. Smug glee turned to horror when her wondering gaze met quizzical stares and she recalled that her glasses were transparent.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Maddie's Mortification