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Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.
But you still don't move..
The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?
You don't want to go, do you?
Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,
the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.
The scars that those pretty little roses caused,
as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.
The boundless embers dance on,
pulling you in with them.
Will you dance, or will you fall?
Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,
bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.
Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...
So answer this, will you dance?
Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,
with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.
And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,
hides underneath it the roots to all value,
to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,
as they blemish your face with their candy blood.
But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from that mean, old town.
The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.
I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.
I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"
The oddities of this animal amused me, though.
One of them amused me most, of all her woes.
This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.
She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Revisioning DarwinSometimes I'm jealous of pandas
because they are the most retarded animals
that I know of, but still
They take a leak on Darwin
And prove that PR has it's use
in the animal kingdom as well
Maybe they can give a seminar to slugs?
RU: Rutariowe Wspominki (KONKURS)
K O N K U R S
Po całym dniu zajęć, wróciłeś zmęczony do swojego pokoju w akademiku. Wiedziałeś, że powinieneś odpocząć, jednak zdawałeś sobie sprawę, że masz bardzo dużo pracy domowej, za którą należałoby się w końcu zabrać.
Zrezygnowany, powlokłeś się do biurka i sięgnąłeś po pierwszą, lepszą książkę.
Po pewnym czasie, usłyszałeś stukanie, więc podniosłeś wzrok znad podręcznika.
Okazało się, że na parapecie za oknem Twojego pokoju siedzi szkolny kruk.
Do jego nóżki, przyczepiona była fioletowa koperta z godłem uniwersytetu.
Wstałeś by czym prędzej wpuścić ptaka do środka i odczytać wiadomość, choć nie spodziewałeś się niczego dob
Positively PuppyMaturely I do say icky--
but for being rather sticky;
I would like--
to be the merrier and
say I'd like that it is dread--
ful to think of its odor---
a pugilist-like motor.
A repulsive, feeble callus
I can't cut off the foot of malice,
I swear I'll grit my teeth
and strangle it 'till it dies.
And many other adj-
ectives to describe---
why I hate you.
It's not that I'm pessimistic,
depressed or criminally a best
At the sight; oh what a sight
Just don’t expect me running
when a messy mishap's coming.
Because there is no point
running when you fate is coming,
since I'll be the one standing overflowing,
with a joy of overcoming the
Absolutely adorable, fluffy--
because I will hold the axe when you die.
Now don't cry your children's eyes out.
There much better pets out there for a child, my love.
The creature, or an octopus, Aristotle's faithful cous-
There is no need to cry--
Oh it only deserved to die---
Day eight.Sometimes I wonder if my funeral will be a celebration.
If my family will smile,
throw my things on a trash pile,
happ'ly thinking all the while
"I'm glad you're gone, you asshole."
If my friends will gather round
as I'm dropped in to the ground
making quite a joyous sound
of "I never liked her anyway."
Because Boredomif you look at the big picture
you will see that we are all going to die
in all probability
and the world will end
possibly in explosions
(explosions are so majestic)
so if life is gonna end
why do we try so hard
in individuality, as a group, nations, and as a planet
to make marks in the dust
in the sand
of this infinite beach
that we call our home
why do we ask the meaning of life
and try so HARD in school
and spend taxes on ice cream trucks
and scour the galaxy
for interestingly unique bacteria
(that will probably just give us interestingly unique diseases)
and take time to save the lemurs
and if the world will end
why do we train for marathons
and lose the game
and watch dumb sitcoms
with terrible acting
and plot holes the size of Nebraska
(SERIOUSLY! SHE DOES NOT LIKE YOU! GET OVER IT!)
and if the world will end
why am i sitting on the couch
typing this unnecessarily long and moderately depressing poem
just so you can read it
(and possibly laugh)
Shojo BoyOh Shojo Boy
With hair so fine
Do you brush mascara on your eyelashes in the morning?
Such great wide shoulders
And so tall!
A group of fangirls hovers in your wake
Pushing enraptured passerbys
Out of their reveries.
So dark and distant.
That tragic past
That Shojo Girls will claim to see it in your eyes.
Don’t fight Shojo Boy
Let’s not damage that pretty face.
InsomniaI close my eyes.
I lay my head on my pillow.
I recount everything that happened today.
Every little detail.
Every good, bad, sad, terrifying, beautiful thing.
I hone in on it all and dissect it all.
Then I remember.
Why did he say that to me?
What did I do to deserve that?
Am I just wallowing in self pity?
I open my eyes.
I walk to the kitchen.
I walk to the sink and pour myself a glass of water.
I grab some melatonin from the cabinet.
I take my five milligrams.
I go back into my room and crawl into bed.
I close my eyes and go to my happy place.
I go to my cabin in the woods.
I step inside.
I light a fire in the fire place.
I go to get some food out of the fridge.
I am appalled to see that someone stole all my food.
I open my eyes.
I go to the kitchen.
I pour myself a glass of Pepsi.
I go back to my room.
I open my laptop.
I search “burglary statistics”.
I read through a few webpages.
My eyes begin to strain and creak shut.
I look over at my clock.
Iiiiice CreamNo parents are home
I'm all alone
Ice cream in the freezer
I'll pick out a cone
How can I stop
When there's no one to
hold me back
Snag a popcicle or two
The weathers warmin' up
Don't let it melt
Get too hot
may as well stuff it in your belt
I'm so obsessed
With this summertime--
Can't get it out of my head--
This ice cream rhyme
I should stop
I'm feelin' sick
But wait, please,
just one more lick
The Key That Changed The World
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