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LAST LOGIN: July 14
LAST LOGIN: July 14
14 years old
photographer
overachiever
and basically dead on my feet.
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you glance across the room when she looks up you turn away always Hiding Hiding what is inside What are you waiting for? every day you wonder every day you long every day you yearn to know if she feels the same but you can’t ask you Can’t What are you waiting for? she’s always in your mind an everlasting daydream deeper than teenage longing deeper than superficial lust something Stronger something More What are you waiting for? what do you fear? you fear rejection you fear that she will look ...
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Loneliness is ever-present, leaving me to feel unpleasant, Hoping, waiting, dreaming for someone to come and rescue me, Silly dreams of endless wonder leave me sad and still and somber, Always blandly prone to ponder, ponder of a mystery, I know me well and yet, strangely, I am still a mystery, Forever locked and never free. Still, I thought with wishes desperate, can’t I keep the voices separate? All I wanted was for silence to resonate inside of me; I dreadfully need peace and quiet, ‘fore ...
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When time itself shall cease to make amends, And thou hast crossed the line of right and wrong, Thy only choice to turn around the bends Appears a road so weary and so long. Then when thy gaze shall fall upon thy kin, Where joy and wonder dance upon their faces, To see their goodness, pure and lacking sin, Thy heart, now purged, returns to peaceful places. The realization sparks within thy brain: To criticize and mope is not the key. Happiness shall always wax and wane, Yet thou must clear th...
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The sav’ry scent of scorching meat It crawls up through my nose The babble of the campers near That all around me flows Like water ‘round me flows I’m traipsing through a clearing broad With trees to left and right The searing sun shines straight and strong Not nearly close to night It’s bright and far from night I trudge past all the stately chaps Who stand at both my sides And though we all are Union lads How feeble are my strides How weak and sad my strides For as they’re fighting fit and ...
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. it is obvious that you took raw emotion and put pen to paper, which i admire. some of my favorate phrases: -rage arises from the ash -love is to rage, rage is to hate (reminds me of star wars, but i like it) -the pen, the paper, and the headache (excellent, just excellent) -having a grip on reality, but to feel so insane (sometimes i feel like that too) i also really like how the overall rhyme scheme is freeform, but some individual parts do rhyme. kudos. i...
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