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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:22 pm
It's Not Easy Being Green.
There's nothing harder than being green,
trying to live in a world where no one cares.
People act as if you don't exsist,
degrading and dismembering you.
Until there is nothing left to survive,
then they will regret what they have done.
When they finally see,
it's not easy being green.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:04 pm
My Mirror and Me
I walk up to my mirror and look into its face,
hoping to see something new,
a future me from time and space.
Her will is strong and cheerful,
her lifes path is wide and clear,
there is absolutely nothing that this girl has got to fear.
And her beauty is completely flawless,
from both the outside and within,
but there is not a single trace of vanity,
not a single false tale she'd spin.
But in reality in that mirror,
it is the plain old me I see,
my path is full of clouds and fog,
that girl I saw is definately not me.
I fear the smallest things in life,
like failure and disgrace,
and there are very many troubled lines,
that stream across my face.
That girl that is within that mirror,
is the luckiest girl I know,
because if I was that girl in the mirror,
then my confidence would grow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:41 pm
I like the second one more than the first
First one:
6/10
Second one:
9/10
Kinda made my heart sink, the second one...which is why I liked it, I felt something.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:12 pm
I felt like I've heard the first one before, But the second was amazing!
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 4:00 pm
you know what? you`v inspired me to write poems myself thank you
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:01 pm
Epilepsy
Does my flaw from birth annoy you,
I would change it if I could,
play with others the way you do,
and be the way you say I should.
It hurts me that you hate me,
only because you do not understand,
I wish I could explain it,
and try my hardest when I can.
But everytime I try to think,
my brain decides that it should stop,
and that is why I can't remember,
all of the things I thought.
So here I am again,
stuck in this time with you,
and it simply feels as if,
there is nothing I can do.
Some day I hope I will be better,
and then I'll make you understand,
and then maybe you will like me,
just the way I am.
(for those of you who don't know me, I was diagnosed with epilepsy in second grade. I am now 18 and have been cured for eight years.)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:17 pm
I like your poems and I think that they are very touching. Your third one is the best in my opinion. I think that you get exactly to the point of your poem. You have also inspired me to write some more poems. Thank you. smile
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:01 am
These poems are very nice, I love it, you've done a great job
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 7:58 am
wow I love the second and third. so true. the third reminds me of me. awsome job.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:44 am
I haven't been in here for a while but have written more poems. Feel free to comment every single one helps.
Anger~
Hot tears stream down my face,
from all the yelling in this place.
Whimpers, sniffles, and then fear,
hoping that they will never hear.
Crumpled tissues overflow,
I have to let my feelings go.
Headache, anger, pen in hand,
writting feelings all unplanned.
Ink streams, anger grows,
the tears trickle down my nose.
Pen stops, paper tears,
so everyone will be unaware.
Tears stop, anger gone,
open the door, I am done.
But Never~
Never near but never far,
fighting as if we're in a war.
Never telling but never lies,
the tears come streaming from my eyes.
Never happy but never sad,
I'm too afraid to feel glad.
Never ending but never start,
I feel the breaking of my heart.
Never loving but never hate,
the issues never seem to wait.
Never living but never dead,
perhaps these things are in my head.
Never knowing but never known,
when will the love be shown.
Never hearing but never heard,
I'll die without a single word.
Never lonely but always alone,
with the problems from my home.
Humanity~
She stands tall before the surface,
confident, informed, pure,
skin of silk and pearl,
hair of autumn leaves,
eyes of the sea after a storm.
The surfact stands tall before the girl,
wide as the love of a mother,
deep as the darkest nights,
clear as the dawn's air,
simple as a childs' curiosity.
The two sides stand apart,
neither moving nor speaking,
minutes, hours, days pass,
but there is no change,
they ponder each other's grace.
She stands tall before the surface,
confident, wise, learned,
skin of leather and sand,
hair of thunder and lightning,
eyes of the sea's youth.
The surfact stands tall before the woman,
wide as the love of a mother,
deep as the darkest nights,
clear as the dawn's air,
simple as a child's curiosity.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 9:33 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 12:28 pm
Thanks for all your comments. I've been working on some less emo poems as of late but I don't think that they're ready yet. (Oh and I am not trying to be mean to anyone but please check your grammar when you post comments)
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:56 am
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