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The monster - draftThere was this girl once, who, liked to live in a world created inside hear head. And that world was made out of rainbow skies, sun kissed flowers, dream, fairytales, marshmallows and... him. But the was like the waves, coming, going and coming again. He was typical, norma, real and a total idiot. Real, like I mentioned. And she described him in so many words, she filled up an entire notebook with them, and she believed in those words. She described him as being every hero in her stories...
But one day, he, Travis, decided to brake her the news. This thime he was leaving for good, never returning into her caring arms although he promised her that a thousand times. He was never coming back, ever. his reason: he wouldn't regret it. Not now anyway...
And she was devastated of course, heartbroken, unwanted, alone. And she never really got over him because every time she missed him, she would stare in that notebook and remamber all about their story. And how he was the voice inside head hea
se pare ca-mi graieste-n alta limba intortochiata
in timp ce zambeste vag cu o aura intunecata
desprinzand mistere din aerul vechi al incaperii
in care soarele abia mai partundre printre draperii
in timp ce numar umbrele si-ascult sunetul distant de fanfara
el paseste lent numarandu-si pasii si masinile de afara
poarta in suflet o iubire, minus acele urme din trecut
care-i sunt prinse ca medallile unui soldat de soarta rapus
alt minut cade, cuvintele lui suna a poezii furate
dar niciunul dintre noi nu vorbeste de acele fantezii uzate
ma iubeste, dar cand a contat mai mult niciodata nu mia spus
doar s-a lasat purtat de vant, a inchis ochii si s-a lasat dus
si cand s-a intors tot la fel era, inchis, distant
cu gesturile unui veteran ingropate intr-un trup sarmant
dar cu toate acestea m-a luat de mana, ochii si-a inchis
si-a rosrtit domol "cu tine mereu, sunt cel mai fericit"
A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
DepressedI hate the pain.
I hate the crying.
I just want someone to love me.
I’m sick of trying.
The pain kills me.
I wish it would stop
My body is breaking down.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.
Just rip my heart out.
I don’t want it any more.
I’m running away from everyone.
I’m putting myself behind a locked door.
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
It all to hellI overspilled my intentions
they made a mess on the floor
in the tangle there was tissue from hearts
and we were bleeding in our chests
I expected the universe to put a lens
against the open window but nobody came
knocking. Looking back to the spectacle,
I was alone, hands full of crimson
Funny, I thought my suicide would
cause havoc to the floors
but doesn't matter, vigorously
I'm still pounding on Hades' door
Modern Day SavoirDrowning in darkness of deep despair,
Believing lies, truths not there,
Shining upon scars, see this ray of sunlight,
Reaching your broken smile hidden in the night,
Hearing the tear drops falling from your eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, tell my stolen lies,
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breathe,
Let you see the truth upon my broken dreams.
Wild Animal DesiresJane really wanted a Red Panda for a pet.
“He'll maul you to death" I warned.
But she didn't listen.
“They're so cute, Winston!" She argued.
The funeral's Monday.
Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
if i could .still wonderless.if i could find a place were burdens could fade
you'd be a payphone away from the mess that i made
but I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there
i'm still wonderless why you didn't begin to care
if i could know a time when i wasn't to blame
then i could run away for you every now and again
but when you kill the conversation and wrap up the knife
i'm still wonderless why you are still alive
if i could rearange every single memory that exists
you'd be a murderer and i would be at the top of your list
and we should get back to when we were in collision
but i'm still wonderless why you took that decision
if i could find a place where I could keep you safe
then you'd be just a doorknock away from that place
and i don't care if your unwilling to give it a try
i'm still wonderless why you won't try to be mine
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