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"mysef" poems
I never meant you any harm, my tears feel warm on my forearm Close my eyes for a little while, forced from the world a peaceful smile Keeping my head up, my tears fall down making mud In the dirt they lye, i ask mysef why? Trying to hold back, im wondering what i lack Whats the purpose of being here, i live in absolute fear Lower my thoughts go, soon i will follow The blades cutting my skin, Oh how im awhfully thin Food hasnt passed my chin, as i feel empty within My heart drops, as i feel the teardrops.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
Teardrops
to the rhythm of "Miss Muffet" A lone little girl sat in her room holding her stuffie so tight. The terrible shadows wrapped close about her forcing her sad eyes to cry. she cut at the shadows but cut only herself wishing the shadows would leave. she dreamed of a plant that could bloom over her booboos where she had made herself bleed. Her shame was so mean and crawled bout the corners where all the mean memories lay. "Can't sumbudy save me an chase out the night, befow I cut mysef away?" When suddenly to her surprise and delight the door opened, pouring in light. The shadows hissed cruel as they slinked off in fear, cursing and suffering blight. The sound of His voice was all that it took to chase the bad memories away. "Come to Daddy's arms my sweetest of treasures, Daddy's now here to stay." "you will not be scared. you will not have fright, as long as you hold Me tight. Daddy will be here to cuddle you close, all throughout the night."
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
A Lone little girl
Well, when I started getting older I decided to set out on a quest I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth Or, at least, I'd try my best I stumbled across this forgotten village Where only young people live That's when I knew I'd found it I was almost positive I saw this beautiful stone fountain Standing in the middle of the square My journey was finally over As I slowly walked over there They had a tarnished silver dipper That was hanging on a nail Beside it was a old wooden bucket And then, a golden pail As I was reaching for the dipper This little boy appeared He said, "Careful you choose correctly" And he suddenly disappeared Now, I didn't know which one to choose The wooden bucket or pail of gold So I decided to drink a little of both At least, I wouldn't grow old And then a couple of hours later I noticed, I wasn't looking too young Then that little boy came back and said, "Do you know what you have done?" I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought Though I really wanted to lie I just couldn't make mysef do it No matter how hard I'd try "You have cheated," the little boy said "Now you'll never find your youth For by tasting both you've deceived yourself And it became the Fountain of Truth? So, needless to say, I really messed up And I'm cursed for the rest of my life Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try I can never tell a lie to my wife They'll be no more late night poker games Or a night on the town with the guys I've changed my name to honest Abe For I can't tell no more lies Now, the reason I wrote this story Is, well, I really can't tell you why I was gonna make a reason up But, remember? I just can't tell a lie
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Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
The Fountain of Truth
Well, when I started getting older I decided to set out on a quest I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth Or, at least, I'd try my best I stumbled across this forgotten village Where only young people live That's when I knew I'd found it I was almost positive I saw this beautiful stone fountain Standing in the middle of the square My journey was finally over As I slowly walked over there They had a tarnished silver dipper That was hanging on a nail Beside it was a old wooden bucket And then, a golden pail As I was reaching for the dipper This little boy appeared He said, "Careful you choose correctly" And he suddenly disappeared Now, I didn't know which one to choose The wooden bucket or pail of gold So I decided to drink a little of both At least, I wouldn't grow old And then a couple of hours later I noticed, I wasn't looking too young Then that little boy came back and said, "Do you know what you have done?" I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought Though I really wanted to lie I just couldn't make mysef do it No matter how hard I'd try "You have cheated," the little boy said "Now you'll never find your youth For by tasting both you've deceived yourself And it became the Fountain of Truth? So, needless to say, I really messed up And I'm cursed for the rest of my life Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try I can never tell a lie to my wife They'll be no more late night poker games Or a night on the town with the guys I've changed my name to honest Abe For I can't tell no more lies Now, the reason I wrote this story Is, well, I really can't tell you why I was gonna make a reason up But, remember? I just can't tell a lie
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Well, when I started getting older I decided to set out on a quest I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth Or, at least, I'd try my best I stumbled across this forgotten village Where only young people live That's when I knew I'd found it I was almost positive I saw this beautiful stone fountain Standing in the middle of the square My journey was finally over As I slowly walked over there They had a tarnished silver dipper That was hanging on a nail Beside it was a old wooden bucket And then, a golden pail As I was reaching for the dipper This little boy appeared He said, "Careful you choose correctly" And he suddenly disappeared Now, I didn't know which one to choose The wooden bucket or pail of gold So I decided to drink a little of both At least, I wouldn't grow old And then a couple of hours later I noticed, I wasn't looking too young Then that little boy came back and said, "Do you know what you have done?" I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought Though I really wanted to lie I just couldn't make mysef do it No matter how hard I'd try "You have cheated," the little boy said "Now you'll never find your youth For by tasting both you've deceived yourself And it became the Fountain of Truth? So, needless to say, I really messed up And I'm cursed for the rest of my life Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try I can never tell a lie to my wife They'll be no more late night poker games Or a night on the town with the guys I've changed my name to honest Abe For I can't tell no more lies Now, the reason I wrote this story Is, well, I really can't tell you why I was gonna make a reason up But, remember? I just can't tell a lie © All Rights Reserved
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 9:44 AM UTC
The Fountain of Truth
Well, when I started getting older I decided to set out on a quest I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth Or, at least, I'd try my best I stumbled across this forgotten village Where only young people live That's when I knew I'd found it I was almost positive I saw this beautiful stone fountain Standing in the middle of the square My journey was finally over As I slowly walked over there They had a tarnished silver dipper That was hanging on a nail Beside it was a old wooden bucket And then, a golden pail As I was reaching for the dipper This little boy appeared He said, "Careful you choose correctly" And he suddenly disappeared Now, I didn't know which one to choose The wooden bucket or pail of gold So I decided to drink a little of both At least, I wouldn't grow old And then a couple of hours later I noticed, I wasn't looking too young Then that little boy came back and said, "Do you know what you have done?" I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought Though I really wanted to lie I just couldn't make mysef do it No matter how hard I'd try "You have cheated," the little boy said "Now you'll never find your youth For by tasting both you've deceived yourself And it became the Fountain of Truth? So, needless to say, I really messed up And I'm cursed for the rest of my life Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try I can never tell a lie to my wife They'll be no more late night poker games Or a night on the town with the guys I've changed my name to honest Abe For I can't tell no more lies Now, the reason I wrote this story Is, well, I really can't tell you why I was gonna make a reason up But, remember? I just can't tell a lie © All Rights Reserved
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I'm getting hyped up on caffiene and ignoring my problems just kind of trying to forget about everything that has happened and everything that will. I'm tired of feeling neglected and turning my head away- pretending that what you've been saying hasn't made me want to just set mysef on fire and ignore my true desires. I'm sick of running up into my bedroom to escape inside of my virtual worlds to ignore the lectures my parents have been screaming to me. I'm so fed up with the fights my best friend and I get into they're pointless and make me want to turn away but I truly cannot because she means too much to me. I'm saddened and physically effected by the way I think and feel about myself. I'm pretty sure if everyone somewhat enhanced the way they acted towards me I'd simply crack. Shatter. Fall to the floor in my own tears. Because I do not deserve such greatness nor do I deserve the hate that I've been recieving. But maybe they'd be better off if that were to happen, they wouldn't have me around to complain and dump my feelings everywhere from the drain that is my mind The only person that I really want to stay around for is someone who I really adore he is everything to me and more, in fact I dream about him a lot which is just lovely like the smile that he shows to me in pictures that I hope will sooner or later become mine, his, our reality. He's amazing.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Angry to lovely venting?
I prefer staples over tape. I prefer someone who's high over somebdy drunk. I prefer fixing the roof in the rain. I prefer mashed potatoes. I prefer teling my secrets to a plush otter than someone who can sell me. I prefer loving her, rather than him. I prefer a story that's not quite readable. I prefer Paramore. I prefer waking up when it's still morning. I prefer the drumming of rain that spans over 24 hours than a year of sun. I prefer sticking up for myself. I prefer picking my own battles. I prefer power outtages as it snows. I prefer wondering about people. I prefer yeling to the oppression. I prefer cuddles when I know you're not perfectly okay. I prefer ties over skirts. I prefer Polaroids over selfies. I prefer to tie my shoes constantly. I prefer cnvincing mysef she's on another trip she'll return from, rather than believing she was robbed from us. I prefer Sora. I prefer masculinity on myself. I prefer RedBox movie nights. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that we came out to be that high school couple who beat the odds and made it to forever.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Possibilities
this morning, I hurt myself, not by mistake but on purpose, I wanted to feel how it felt to live again, to breath, to escape the pain, that was building up inside of me.. it scares me, to hurt mysef, it makes me reminisce on the varies times and occasions, I wanted to commit suicide, end my, God given life, back then I wanted to give up, to hurt myself again today, took a lot of courage, I was scared, even though I've experienced the pain before, it showed me that I've grown up, I've become a stronger person, within in myself. I threw away the blade, and smiled, telling myself, I'm beautiful and brave, and life has a purpose for me. and that giving up is the last thing on mind, when I have so many things to achieve in life.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
giving up
People **** up. They're only human. People will hurt you and they wont even know theyre doing it. Some people have become stuck in a world Where they've been hurt so much they believe they can never be happy. I'm one of those people. When I have a good thing, somehow I end up ******* it up and I never mean to. I've hurt people that don't deserve it. I've hurt people that I would die for. But...God... I dont mean to... If only people could understand us and the hell we face everyday in our heads. I hate mysef for everything I do wrong. It's best you just stay away from us. We're only gonna hurt you.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
get away
I used to think mysef a Romany reading palms and wearing golden bangles layers of purples pinks and reds adorning my body but your love turned me into nothing but a Tinker stealing purses from unsuspecting well dressed women and pocket watches from pinstriped suited men I never said I was guiltless but your love made me nothing but ashes in the fire pit of Hell
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
Gypsy Girl