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"stupidness" poems
Andy my friend I am praying for you I know what happens is hard to go through We all love you and hope you will smile I hope to see you for a long time trial I know cancer is a hard battle to win But I am hoping that you will stay in your skin The reason you fight the battle so long Is the same exact reason you will become strong Andy, you are not the cancer that is inside Just push all the stupidness of this illness aside Us people will still look at you the same Within my heart you will always have fame You are a great person and someone I will never forget Even though to this day we have never met Andy, you are important to this world and me Even though cancer is in you, we will fight it, agreed? I will stand with you and fight this battle until the end I hope that you know that in me you have friend.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Andy
Please forgive the lies. Those lies you realized were real lies in your eyes, that look at my eyes that cries. Please forgive my tick, my tick that flicks when you click my impatience. Please try to forgive the tears I cried, my hands tied down to the chair of my stupidness. Forgive me for the different masks I've worn because I was born with a face torn.. Please, forgive me for looking at that mirror Glaring Staring Preparing, to attack and smack Break this make-up of me and off my face. Forgive those scars across my heart that left marks on my inner wrists, forgive my fists that ball, hit walls and doors to settle the score between love and hate. Please forgive me for wasting your time, I'm fine. That line, like the line you wait behind dozens of people who I've said that to.. please forgive me when you tell me "I'm beautiful" because the thought of me possibly, being pretty, is new to me. Forgive me when I say I'm lonely or feeling alone because I only have myself in my mind and behind the door of thoughts are secrets kept, sept underneath the rug if uncertainty. Insecurities, get the best of me, Forgive my darkness Forgive my awkwardness Forgive my serial killer mentality, hunting down, killing off my confidence and any compliments I receive. I enjoy bringing myself to low points And at this point, I need a new point. A hight point. And the distance between my low point and my high point is a long line of self awareness and weakness. I digress, my progress is better, my confidence is higher, I guess.. You'll be impressed with what you don't know, What you should know, But what I don't show. My confusing image of myself "Love thy self" Lord please forgive me for I have sinned. Trying to die earlier than intended is a sin. Trying to force pain amongst my body is a sin. Please forgive my dark thoughts, my depressed ways. Forgive those who attempt the same attempts  i attempt. Forgive those who drag themselves to the ground, buried underground with tomb stones above their heads. Forgive the knives they used to bleed out their tears and sadness. Forgive the pills that sit in the stomach of the people lying on the bathroom floor unaware of their scared mothers faces. Forgive the flowers you place in front of their grave of hopefulness buried with terrible self consciousness. Please forgive me when I say, please don't delay, but I really can't stay..
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Please forgive
Please forgive the lies. Those lies you realized were real lies in your eyes, that look at my eyes that cries. Please forgive my tick, my tick that flicks when you click my impatience. Please try to forgive the tears I cried, my hands tied down to the chair of my stupidness. Forgive me for the different masks I've worn because I was born with a face torn.. Please, forgive me for looking at that mirror Glaring Staring Preparing, to attack and smack Break this make-up of me and off my face. Forgive those scars across my heart that left marks on my inner wrists, forgive my fists that ball, hit walls and doors to settle the score between love and hate. Please forgive me for wasting your time, I'm fine. That line, like the line you wait behind dozens of people who I've said that to.. please forgive me when you tell me "I'm beautiful" because the thought of me possibly, being pretty, is new to me. Forgive me when I say I'm lonely or feeling alone because I only have myself in my mind and behind the door of thoughts are secrets kept, sept underneath the rug if uncertainty. Insecurities, get the best of me, Forgive my darkness Forgive my awkwardness Forgive my serial killer mentality, hunting down, killing off my confidence and any compliments I receive. I enjoy bringing myself to low points And at this point, I need a new point. A hight point. And the distance between my low point and my high point is a long line of self awareness and weakness. I digress, my progress is better, my confidence is higher, I guess.. You'll be impressed with what you don't know, What you should know, But what I don't show. My confusing image of myself "Love thy self" Lord please forgive me for I have sinned. Trying to die earlier than intended is a sin. Trying to force pain amongst my body is a sin. Please forgive my dark thoughts, my depressed ways. Forgive those who attempt the same attempts  i attempt. Forgive those who drag themselves to the ground, buried underground with tomb stones above their heads. Forgive the knives they used to bleed out their tears and sadness. Forgive the pills that sit in the stomach of the people lying on the bathroom floor unaware of their scared mothers faces. Forgive the flowers you place in front of their grave of hopefulness buried with terrible self consciousness. Please forgive me when I say, please don't delay, but I really can't stay..
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got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria we ride for adventure on two weels interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions if you dont contact me then why should I I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword That child support is piling up, I dont really care got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more? i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
sloppy run on randon
got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria we ride for adventure on two weels interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions if you dont contact me then why should I I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword That child support is piling up, I dont really care got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more? i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
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You picked up a salt shaker mistaken for a pop You went to take a drink And the word stupid came up You caught yourself in a stutter Unable to speak People began to laugh at you And the stupidness started to creep Your memory wasn't the sharpest And you received **** As people made fun of you The word stupid slowly began to slipped Now you sit here in a dark corner Beating yourself senseless Continuously convincing yourself You'll alway be stupid
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
This "stupid" Game
I can't wait for you to notice me. I can't wait to spend hours on the phone. I can't wait for the butterflies to erupt. I can't wait for you to laugh at my stupidness. I can't wait for the late night walks, hand in hand. I can't wait for the lonely yet romantic kisses. I can't wait for the cute, ******** photos that I'll remember. I can't wait to make memories that will never be forgotten. I can't wait for 'friendly' touching. I can't wait to fall. I can't wait for you to say 'I love you'. I can't wait to say it back. I can't wait to get heartbroken. I can't wait for the tears and agony. I can't wait for the moment your forget me. I can't wait for the times I can't forget you. I can't wait for you to actually remember me. I can't wait for you to say you miss me. But what I can't wait for most, is when I fall back in love with you all over again.
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
I can't wait
Hating my self for feeling unloved. Hating that people say I Love You to many times. Hating when people cry about spilled milk. Can't take it....................But I Have To. Can't get out of here. Can't make my life better. Can't move an inch. People complain about life. People aren't thankful for what they have. Sick of the complaining. Sick of the sad stories. Sick of You. Can't take It get away from ME. Leave me be. Did you get the hint? No. Ha Ha Ha........... You will never get the hint. You are so blind by you sure stupidness. You are blind and can see whats infront of you. Im sick of you hurting her, Complaining that she's no good. She does what she can. Not what she can't. Do YOU get the hint know. That we are better off without you? Leave me be. Leave her be. Just leave disappear in to the abyss of my Memories. Leave now. Run away. Get away from me.
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
Away From You
Running was our thing My connection to you Now I have to share with her She who always is trying to best me And is ruining the fun And relaxation That comes from so many of my favorite things Reading was our thing Something I could relate to Our shared sense of humor Is now being forced into stupidness Because I have to share with her We didn't have much in common But the few things we did are gone Because of her My friends that are closer to my age I'm gone one time because of a conflict Now they're not my friends at all They say I'm a role model She looks up to me She doesn't She just sees it As a competition I try to be patient But I can't People say we are so similar But we are nothing alike She is loud and commanding She wants attention And has different sides to her That no one else sees Because she is so fake around others People are disappointed in me When I dislcude her But when she does that to others No one cares Or is disapojnted in her Because she isn't supposed to be mature And I'm supposed to be setting the example
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Shared Example? or Being the Best?
She was so proud of herself ! She had turned her soul Into such pure despicable ugliness That all the girls were jealous of her Mastery of Misery ! || They would gather before her And with worshipful songs Would ********** To her image And sing praises for her Magical malignancy And self abusing prowess • • ( it was the golden age of HELLO POETRY poetry ! ) • to THE BOYS it was the very epitome of WONDROUSNESS The total Marriage Of *** & DEATH Of POWER & IRRESPONSIBILITY // EARTH & HELL Of MAGIC POWERS & SELF DEBASING HUMBLENESS //:// to me It was just ******* BORING •• as is all display of STUPIDNESS
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
ugly
Servile -- We been KISSIN *** for 1000 years ••• We run like **** eatin lunatics Thru the spread legged high school corridors Looking for death or some other toy •• We find eachother & tear eachother apart Looking to hurt the most vulnerable •• We love to entertain ! We hope the masters are amused And find our stupidness non-threatening •• At the height of our debasement We cut OURSELVES with razor blades Like good little slaves! -- So uncool ! So bleak! •• We compete to see who is capable Of expressing the most grief! ____ We boast that we will NEVER CHANGE ••• NEVER CHANGE ! ••• Servile -- All the creative power! (LOVE itself) So abused and laid to waste
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
The years......
I'm up 'till wee hours in the morning writing about you. Restless and depressed. I love you?
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Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
Stupidness?
theres love in my eyes that no one is able to see, i dont think anyone is able to see the despaire i have inside of me i try and try to let it out but nothing works except crying just balling my eyes out it feels better like im refreshing my screen, or talking to people who are actually there to help, with helpful words that help with the tears just makes me feel better in the end i dont know how to explain the feeling to certain people because a lot of them dont understand it maybe i just feel the need for attention so im forcing myself to feel like this..i have no idea. those thoughts i have of "i wish i was sick or hurt so people would notice me or see me or at least pretend to be my friends" i hate the fact that some days i can be off in my own world in this mood that just sweeps over me and starts tearing me apart piece by piece and then i just sit there in silence eating my lunch with friends all around laughing and smiling and having a good time or even a bad day but they seem to make themselves happy again with a fake smile that almost everyone brings along with them. but instead i forgot mine and i just sit there thinking of all the things, maybe thinking of that stupidness that i want myself hurt so people would notice me more, or just maybe people will notice how i look today and they'll ask or wonder and i'll be able to tell them all about it and they can help or relate or just say a few words to put a smile on my face. but then the fear comes back..the fear of what if they dont care? what if they get annoyed..that big fear too its like how do i get the attention i want when its hard to . i think now i should nust continue getting all the help and advice and support i need from friends because thats the only thing going to help me keep going.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
my life.
theres love in my eyes that no one is able to see, i dont think anyone is able to see the despaire i have inside of me i try and try to let it out but nothing works except crying just balling my eyes out it feels better like im refreshing my screen, or talking to people who are actually there to help, with helpful words that help with the tears just makes me feel better in the end i dont know how to explain the feeling to certain people because a lot of them dont understand it maybe i just feel the need for attention so im forcing myself to feel like this..i have no idea. those thoughts i have of "i wish i was sick or hurt so people would notice me or see me or at least pretend to be my friends" i hate the fact that some days i can be off in my own world in this mood that just sweeps over me and starts tearing me apart piece by piece and then i just sit there in silence eating my lunch with friends all around laughing and smiling and having a good time or even a bad day but they seem to make themselves happy again with a fake smile that almost everyone brings along with them. but instead i forgot mine and i just sit there thinking of all the things, maybe thinking of that stupidness that i want myself hurt so people would notice me more, or just maybe people will notice how i look today and they'll ask or wonder and i'll be able to tell them all about it and they can help or relate or just say a few words to put a smile on my face. but then the fear comes back..the fear of what if they dont care? what if they get annoyed..that big fear too its like how do i get the attention i want when its hard to . i think now i should nust continue getting all the help and advice and support i need from friends because thats the only thing going to help me keep going.
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I stumble in the darkness. I try to see but I am blind from what is happening to me. I cannot see. I don't see the lies. I don't see the stupidness of you love. I stumble over everything. When you say. You love me I stumbled. I keep coming back for more. Wanting more. After more. Can't I just leave you here. Can't I just forget. Its like my memories keep playing back and forth. In my messed up head. Confused at the point of not coming out of it. Sing me a love song one last time?
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC
Stumble
I hate that I miss you Why my heart did I have to give? How I miss my beautiful care free days Heart un affected by your stupidness. Sick of every thing u say to me Your sweet nothings, like a scratched CD. Feeling angry and frustrated, cause I chose to love. Thinking that I love you, is a bitter taste to my mouth and a lump in my throat. Silently asking my self, what the **** did I just get into. Loving you is hard, for its taking my everything to not walk away. For the heart is fooled and letting go, it doesn't want to do. I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU. Cause that's why I'm missing you.
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
I Hate That I Miss You!....
I sit for most of the day almost always by the window I place my muzzy body in a tall wooden chair run my fingers through my eyes smear dreadful thoughts which begin with pain in my left thumb deadness plocks I am captive. I want. I tell myself what i want. I want it to be mine, to come from my aching bones and tingly devilish spasms petrified patricide but its not me. or is it a solemn search where the lights are off I want a vessel to open in soft creamy sunlight streaks with warm feel gushing the stupidness out numerous arms will captivate me others. not mine in crisp air easy kisses plop
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
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They had waited in ill conception upon the reality of man, between the moment this was but a flicker in the eternal motions of what waited eons for it unwitting birth of perpetual existence. But where there in metaphorical thoughts urges the reality of thought into eventual birth. And it tasted upon existence and succumb to it taste and wished to depart more on its hungered birth, The signs had fallen upon the calendar of mans folly, where there had been no relevance now conjectured thought had birthed it into place. Like an egg it hatched upon the civilization of mans wanting of retribution. All ill conceived musing now given an illegitimate form of what feel on the 13th 13th moment of mans fall of what was meant as luck now befalling into disrepute. Now given the day of mans weakness upon its self wheres its weaknees falls short. Feed me glutton upon the stupidness of mans folly and reap the seeds sown in tempestuous ignorance and on this day the worst tiding will fall on the many now called man.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
The Day Of Luck That Fell Short 13th
0 I JUST LOVE the new heading WHAT 'S HOT ( though it should really say WHO'S HOT  ? ) /::/ I mean HOW CAN I GET THRU THE DAY without the POETIC PICTURE of some *** - crazed babe Lying in a pool of BLOOD begging for some ANYONE to fill her " private parts " ( hee hee hee ! ) with his THANG ( hee hee hee ! ) while she writhes in helpless ecstasy /:/ and then (?) OH MY GOD MY ******* GOD ! he dumps her for a real girl ! and she cries and cries YOU ! YOU ! NOW I KNOW !! NO ONE WILL ..... EVER !  .... LOVE ME !! ;;; but NO ! NO ! NO ! We all cry together •• you look so **** in your naked ****** stupidness and we all want you so bad IT HURTS ! // a broken girl ! This image reminds me of a helpless country and shows us why AMERICA would want to Bomb it ! Or of a poor black man And why a cop would want to just shoot it !! // NOTHING IS MORE LOVELY THAN THIS SENSE OF HELPLESSNESS THAT US POETS CAN CONVEY !!! //: HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT !!!!! // oh I can't write anymore ! Knowing that right back there on my home page HOT POET BABES ARE MOANING AND GROANING AND LUSTING AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE AND THAT OTHER READERS ARE PLOTTING TO GET TO HER BEFORE ME AND STEAL HER AWAY !! /::/ Oh baby !! YOU YOU YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't break me too babe !! // I almost got my pants down ! // and you look so hot ! In your ****** stupidity
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
/:/ ____ \:\
feeling your heart is frozen no beating heart for love you will see it is very cold looks so strong but fragile so much beautiful but everyone afraid for catch it red turned black harm turned cold fervent become desolate because a little stupidness waiting something will make it harm again make it melted or it will broke into pieces
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
when your heart is frozen
Oh. Why. Simply, solely why Why why why why why Why why why why why A brain filled with big, bushy questions All summarized by why Why this, why that Why me Why me Why me I am aware, fully, completely aware, it is not just precisely me, specifically Yet all my concerns, are me, mine Oh yes, selfishness Arrogance, little piece of high-nosed nonsense You talked and talked About what you believed in What you thought of Ideals, theories Ha-ha-ha, they laughed As if they were somehow understanding Receiving the message Bip-bip Brain in a mush of stupidness Of ignorance But you're worse You are so sensible to little useless, easily-perceived reflexes Realizing that their blank eyeballs were staring at you Billiard ***** Motionless, waiting solemnly for their turn to shine and roll On their gossips And you joined their stupid cascade Of mascarade Because you cannot, not listen And hide information, in the pockets of your ear Because you were made to shut that ******* mouth of yours Because all you said was a mess Of words All you were ever destined to be was chaos You were always meant to be disastrous And you shook the wrong things The wrong people The ones with enormous plastic globes just underneath their foreheads Boundless mouths, that stretched words till the capability of visibility And cosmic nostrils that sniffed your brains out, till all you were left was a black hole drifting into their credibility
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
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