oh pretty....
I wish for cake
I went to the store and couldn't decide on one, I'm useless.
It was between coconut or german chocolate...now I have neither
My hearts desire, my wish is love and happy times for you and all my friends!
Thank you for remembering me You not only write beautifully you have a beautiful heart.
A cake for Pandora
It's a shame I can't bake
Her numbers are double
And always she cares
A soft heart beating
Too good for this world
She takes the trouble
To reach out and touch
I know her from somewhere
I know her from here
She always gives something
And don't ask for much
Happy Birthday!
Sorry it's not quite Shakespeare - it's early morning!
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A cake for Pandora
It's a shame I can't bake
Her numbers are double
And always she cares
A soft heart beating
Too good for this world
She takes the trouble
To reach out and touch
I know her from somewhere
I know her from here
She always gives something
And don't ask for much
Happy Birthday!
Sorry it's not quite Shakespeare - it's early morning!
A cake for Pandora
It's a shame I can't bake
Her numbers are double
And always she cares
A soft heart beating
Too good for this world
She takes the trouble
To reach out and touch
I know her from somewhere
I know her from here
She always gives something
And don't ask for much
Happy Birthday!
Sorry it's not quite Shakespeare - it's early morning!
It's the best! Pretty and sweet
You made my day!
Thank you!
PS....
that's a keeper for me.... for always
You're welcome!
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Perseverance furthers at the South West
Every man must take his place
Every man must have his day
Fragile surface tension pops
Too easily
Must vanish then reform
Pay respect to those who go before
Who have come
Who have tried
Who have failed
Who have stayed
Tried to penetrate this blackness
With words too much their own
Only to be shunned, ignored, abused
Ridiculed, reviled
Take heed of those who tried before
Take heed of those who have stayed
Take lessons from those who still write
Unafraid
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i had this idea for pj skool supplies so i started a forum for it called WE NEED PEARL JAM SCHOOL SUPPLIES im trying to get as many people possible to agree so we kan make it happen please help :!: :!:
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
i had this idea for pj skool supplies so i started a forum for it called WE NEED PEARL JAM SCHOOL SUPPLIES im trying to get as many people possible to agree so we kan make it happen please help :!: :!:
Yeah I saw that thread. I think it's a good idea!
Your poem earlier in this thread has had a big effect on me recently actually - the Evil Man one - totally changed what I was writing about in this section for a while. Think I may come back to other subjects soon though.
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i had this idea for pj skool supplies so i started a forum for it called WE NEED PEARL JAM SCHOOL SUPPLIES im trying to get as many people possible to agree so we kan make it happen please help :!: :!:
Yeah I saw that thread. I think it's a good idea!
Your poem earlier in this thread has had a big effect on me recently actually - the Evil Man one - totally changed what I was writing about in this section for a while. Think I may come back to other subjects soon though.
thanx i try , and ive read some of the stuff uve posted and i luv it
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
i had this idea for pj skool supplies so i started a forum for it called WE NEED PEARL JAM SCHOOL SUPPLIES im trying to get as many people possible to agree so we kan make it happen please help :!: :!:
Yeah I saw that thread. I think it's a good idea!
Your poem earlier in this thread has had a big effect on me recently actually - the Evil Man one - totally changed what I was writing about in this section for a while. Think I may come back to other subjects soon though.
thanx i try , and ive read some of the stuff uve posted and i luv it
Thanks. I thought the evil man was very thought provoking and showed a lot of insight. You should keep writing.
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The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.
Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.
The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.
You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.
But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.
The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.
Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.
The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.
You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.
But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.
The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.
Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.
The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.
You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.
But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.
Shards fracture and splinter
DIgging in deep
and jutting out like icicles
Something for someone, anyone to grab
Grab it hard, try to snap it off
Only more jagged edges
And the rest left sticking out of my fucking head
For all to see?
I used to think so
So I practised the disguise
Practised the mask
Practised the blank look
I can't have you reading my thoughts
My every nerve, twitch, stumbled word
Betrays the anxiety beneath
The blank look
The vacant look
It helped me when the room turned on me
When the mockery started
All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
The icicles left
The jagged edges left
And people got close enough to care
Who knows if they'll ever come back
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live
i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond
dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit
ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head
dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone
i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head
i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same
all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy
but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds
so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?
-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool
wow, i loved this. very good, i can relate so much it's scary.
"popular kids" - yep, i know the ones.
thanks for writing this
Shards fracture and splinter
DIgging in deep
and jutting out like icicles
Something for someone, anyone to grab
Grab it hard, try to snap it off
Only more jagged edges
And the rest left sticking out of my fucking head
For all to see?
I used to think so
So I practised the disguise
Practised the mask
Practised the blank look
I can't have you reading my thoughts
My every nerve, twitch, stumbled word
Betrays the anxiety beneath
The blank look
The vacant look
It helped me when the room turned on me
When the mockery started
All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
The icicles left
The jagged edges left
And people got close enough to care
Who knows if they'll ever come back
All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
loved that especially
it's hard when you don't know
what the difference is
between the mask
and yourself
dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live
i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond
dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit
ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head
dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone
i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head
i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same
all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy
but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds
so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?
-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool
wow, i loved this. very good, i can relate so much it's scary.
"popular kids" - yep, i know the ones.
thanks for writing this
thanks i really want to be a writer when i grow up and also work with disabled kids. i do alot of writing for school but when we have to write about school we're limited on topics, if i turned this in id probably get introuble, so it realy means alot when someone likes what i love to do, especialy since i cant get graded on it
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
Popular kids
Make lousy adults
They look back and ten years zapped by in a blink
And they are there staring at the same kitchen sink
Misfits, they got something to say
They know why it matters to care
They grow up quicker
They grow up slower
Making something of themselves
And before long
It passes
Before long it passes
And the misfits are the ones
People listen to
Value
Respect
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Comments
Which way to go
Tell me which way to look
Away or inside
Show me
Something from the deep
Pull up something that flashes
Makes me crack
A smile, or a heart string
Tell me
Why it's not what I wanted
Why I'm not what you wanted
Why I am what you wanted
Make me
Believe in something
For tonight
Something more solid
Than firefly light
Than candle wax
Than what we had before
From before
We knew better
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I remember..... before I knew better
for me
oblivious was kind of comforting
really like this
'Something from the deep
Pull up something that flashes
Makes me crack
A smile, or a heart string'
I live for that...to feel
really great thanks for sharing tremors
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Now you hit me
Thanks friend
Sorry, I can't afford a cake!
Make a wish tho
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I wish for cake
I went to the store and couldn't decide on one, I'm useless.
It was between coconut or german chocolate...now I have neither
My hearts desire, my wish is love and happy times for you and all my friends!
Thank you for remembering me
It's a shame I can't bake
Her numbers are double
And always she cares
A soft heart beating
Too good for this world
She takes the trouble
To reach out and touch
I know her from somewhere
I know her from here
She always gives something
And don't ask for much
Happy Birthday!
Sorry it's not quite Shakespeare - it's early morning!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
It's the best! Pretty and sweet
You made my day!
Thank you!
PS....
that's a keeper for me.... for always
You're welcome!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Every man must take his place
Every man must have his day
Fragile surface tension pops
Too easily
Must vanish then reform
Pay respect to those who go before
Who have come
Who have tried
Who have failed
Who have stayed
Tried to penetrate this blackness
With words too much their own
Only to be shunned, ignored, abused
Ridiculed, reviled
Take heed of those who tried before
Take heed of those who have stayed
Take lessons from those who still write
Unafraid
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Send my credentials to the house of detention
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
Yeah I saw that thread. I think it's a good idea!
Your poem earlier in this thread has had a big effect on me recently actually - the Evil Man one - totally changed what I was writing about in this section for a while. Think I may come back to other subjects soon though.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
Thanks. I thought the evil man was very thought provoking and showed a lot of insight. You should keep writing.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Cyber Psychic
fingers lightly stream
pouring warm and cold
words across a black mat sky
no here or there
only time reflects
the vacuum we've created
orbiting
the shields are up
the truth revolves
yet in another lie
empty eyes
hold the soul
that whispers tainted trust
whispers from an empty heart
in blackness
no love's light
The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.
Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.
The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.
You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.
But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.
That's Freaky
OPEN-MINDED
"Sitting here thinking....
Does this sweater match my brains?"
beautiful Pandora
i love your picture+poem posts
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
Note to Self:
Note # 1 "Never let painters use my brain as a texture sponge again"
Note # 2 "Never, never, never."
Shards fracture and splinter
DIgging in deep
and jutting out like icicles
Something for someone, anyone to grab
Grab it hard, try to snap it off
Only more jagged edges
And the rest left sticking out of my fucking head
For all to see?
I used to think so
So I practised the disguise
Practised the mask
Practised the blank look
I can't have you reading my thoughts
My every nerve, twitch, stumbled word
Betrays the anxiety beneath
The blank look
The vacant look
It helped me when the room turned on me
When the mockery started
All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
The icicles left
The jagged edges left
And people got close enough to care
Who knows if they'll ever come back
Send my credentials to the house of detention
wow, i loved this. very good, i can relate so much it's scary.
"popular kids" - yep, i know the ones.
thanks for writing this
All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
loved that especially
it's hard when you don't know
what the difference is
between the mask
and yourself
hard to break a mask that's become a part of you
thanks i really want to be a writer when i grow up and also work with disabled kids. i do alot of writing for school but when we have to write about school we're limited on topics, if i turned this in id probably get introuble, so it realy means alot when someone likes what i love to do, especialy since i cant get graded on it
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
Make lousy adults
They look back and ten years zapped by in a blink
And they are there staring at the same kitchen sink
Misfits, they got something to say
They know why it matters to care
They grow up quicker
They grow up slower
Making something of themselves
And before long
It passes
Before long it passes
And the misfits are the ones
People listen to
Value
Respect
Send my credentials to the house of detention