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What I Write, Is What You ReadWho would ever believe, That useless, empty words Written by my hand, Could ever mean so much, To someone else than me?What I Write, Is What You Read
I write because it makes me happy, It is my one and only drug, A dAily dose can keep me going
For seconds, minutes, days and months, It keeps me happy, smiling proudly -Even when no one really reads.
A poem written by me,
My life, My mind My music And Symphony.
What I write Is what you read. And what you are reading
-Is a poem written by me.
by ~unknown-sources
I'm Not ImpressedI'm standing here Watching you Softly smiling -Watching me.I'm Not Impressed
Compliments And sugar-words Fall from your mouth In perfect timing.
Roses and candy In heart-shaped boxes.
Sweet, sweet notes Written by hand.
Love songs and melodies Outside my window Beautiful words In harmony.
I stand here and watch Your beautiful show It made me smile And feel so special But still ,
I'm not impressed.
by ~unknown-sources
Memories of yesterdayThings change, from day to day, We all notice this, -and we fear it.Memories of yesterday
We know that now, -this moment, Is over in a minute.
That's why,
we never talk about tomorrow, But live in moments, and memories of yesterday.
by ~unknown-sources
Lost In TimeThis morning is quiet, This morning seems dark. No birds are singing, Not one single lark. No jangle in trees, No splashing in creeks, All the birds died, Now they lie in the streets.Lost In Time
The air is heavy, I cannot breath, My eyes are shut,
So i can not see. There are no humans, They are all gone. No more happiness, Not a single tone.
This morning is quiet, This morning seems dark, We were never saved By Noah’s arc. I never woke up, I never wrote this. All we remember, Is lost in time.
by ~unknown-sources
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PatchesMy life is my favorite pair of jeans.Patches
Patches of every size and color, clashing with my denims jeans.
A tear here, worn through there, scrapped off a few times too.
Stains of paint, blood, sweat. Bedazzled by memories and my four year old cousin.
The dust spots stay after the rinse cycle and the smell of grass will not come out of the hem on the right pant-leg.
The threadbare belt loop is for show and the label is almost off, but somehow it's still holding on.
Autographed by every friend. Lines crossed through a few names;hearts next to other names.
&nbs
by ~aiyemora
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- Current Residence: Somwhere in your mind >:]
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- Interests: Music, dancing, being me..
- Favourite movie: The knowing, Against the rope, Phantom of the opera
- Favourite band or musician: lots
- Favourite genre of music: Reggae, rock, hip hop
- Favourite poet or writer: Amy Lee
- MP3 player of choice: I would be happy if I had an Ipod...
- Shell of choice: eat them?
- Skin of choice: silky:) u wanna touch?
- Favourite game: the game of life... im level 14:D
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- Personal Quote: Life makes no sense, that's why I enjoy it!
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My bad jokes are hilarious.
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the doubter
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My bad jokes are hilarious.
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If you hold back feelings
because your afraid to get hurt,
you wind up gettign hurt anyway.
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My bad jokes are hilarious.
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If you hold back feelings
because your afraid to get hurt,
you wind up gettign hurt anyway.
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the best things in life are unseen
thats why we close our eyes when we:
kiss wish and dream......
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My bad jokes are hilarious.
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the best things in life are unseen
thats why we close our eyes when we:
kiss wish and dream......
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