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I'd Like A Chance I'd like the chance to be human.
To make mistakes without critique.
To smile with no reason to be given.
To create with purpose.

I'd like the chance to make a friend.
To have my heart interact with yours.
To feel the magic of a hug.
To laugh at jokes we only understood.

I'd like a chance to give it all I got.
To show the world what I'm made of.
To make something more human than human.
Not giving a damn to what they think.

For him.For the guy who told her in his native tongue,
For the guy who tells her every day,
For the guy who holds her close,
For the guy who does because he's scared to lose her,
For the guy who can admit that,
For the guy who would die for her,
For the guy who's cried for her,
For the guy who holds her hand,
For the guy who knows she's perfect,
For the guy who knows she's everything to him,
For the guy who lost her,
For the guy who lost his mind for her,
For the guy who sacrificed,
For the guy who knows she couldn't love him as much as he loves her,
For the guy who stayed anyway,

Thank you.

For the guy who doesn't tell her often enou

I just want to live with you. If I could,
I would sing you a rainbow
as you hold me in your arms
that will make the whole world fade away.

If I could,
I would say ''I love you''
a million times a day
without you getting sick of my voice.

I just wanna live with you.

fear is the heart of pain.you say you'd rather be scared than angry.
i don't think you've ever been afraid.

have i told you about the worst night of my life?

it was not
the night the thought of you turned my
stomach inside-out and i
b r o k e
my neck bones
screaming inside.

it was not
the night i lashed my tongue
at your back
like a messiah would rip apart an iscariot.

it was not
the night i couldn't stop my heart from
beat.
ing.
like.
a.
drum.
of.
war.

it was not
the night the words
'i hate you'
became a mantra that kept me alive
kept the blood
flooding
in my ears and eyes

no.

it was the night i made un-
love to you
and fel

The Message Is SimpleThe Message Is Simple:

Smile
Even if it hurts... You still look prettier

Laugh
Even if you can't... because it will help

Live
Even if you think you've nothing to live for... the world is still yours

Dream
Even if you think it won't come through... you have a great chance

Scream
Even if your lungs can't handle it... because its hard to hold it in

Play
Even if you have no toys... you've your imagination

Cry
Even if you've no tears... happiness needs some expression too

But Most Importantly Dance
Even if you can't ...Keep moving... because nothing can stop you

Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.
The one tipping the glass up in her hand,
like a hurricane is on it's way.
like the world will end any second.
like everything will never be okay.

The one with a needle in her arm.
like she wants to lose her voice,
like she wants to fade, fade away,
like everything is worth leaving behind.

You're the one,
the only one.
Who sees that in her eyes.
the blank stare that grabs your heart and bursts.
You're the stranger at the party,
in the alley that night.

Thinking, "Was it worth it Pretty ugly girl?"

Thoughts: Love is a big word.What does it mean to love someone?
To really love someone.
Does it mean that you care about them, and that you always want to see them? That you will always be there, when they cry?
That if they didn't want to end up with you,
you'd let them end up with someone else?
They always say, if you love someone enough,
that you'd let them go with someone else,
besides you, if it made them happy. Is it true?
Do you love them enough, to let them do that?
That no matter what, you would just want them to be happy,
Even if it meant you couldn't have them?
Is that what love is?

Or is love meaning,
Even thou they won't be happy with you,

Met in My MindI met someone in my mind today.
Someone I don't think I shall soon forget.

He was a he, with a tall scrawny body. Pale and freckled.
Long limbs, gangly, thin and lanky.
Infinite eyes and a rose of a smile.
His hair wouldnn't stay put- kept changing color.
Blue, Red, Brown, Blonde, Black. Like he couldn't make up his mind.

He owns three pairs of jeans and eight T-Shirts.
They are pretty much all he wears.
Oh and the hoodies. Can't forget the hoodies.
Did I meation the galsses? Becase he had them too.
Big old-fashioned frames. Only he had them before they were back in style.
He looked comfortable in his skin, which was nice.
You d

You're The...You're the sugar
To my ice cream.

You're the blue
To my sky.

You're the bud
To my flower.

You're the ink
To my pen.

You're the paper
To my book.

You're the...

Wait.

Did I say all that?

I meant to say:

You're the poison
To my apple.

TrustTrust.
It's something earned,
Not given.

It's like an ember of my heart,
Placed inside yours
To hold and protect.

Extinguishing it or throwing it away
Will break our bond,
It may never be repaired.

Don't try to steal an ember,
For it's not rightfully yours
Until I personally place it in your chest.

Once it's there,
It grows and strengthens
Until it's a fire.

A fire of trust
That can't be extinguished
That can't be thrown out.

It will always be there,
Linking me to you.

BackwardsI'm mixed up, I'm wrong, I'm backwards.

I get dressed up, put on makeup, do my hair to dance around my room.
I wipe it all off before I leave.
I smile and laugh in my mirror, let my inner beauty show.
But I feel awkward and dull outside of the glass.

I try to think philosophically and creatively.
But when I come up with an original thought or idea,
I hide it away to avoid appearing like a foolish child.
I'm terrified of growing up too fast without trying.

I'd prefer to find the most awkward, dorkiest, nerd-iest boy in the world,
Than the most smooth, romantic, handsome man on the planet.
I'd prefer to fall in love with a poor man w

Lead to...Misunderstandings.
They leads to disputes.

Disputes.
They lead to divisions.

Divisions.
They lead to abandonments.

Abandonments.
They lead to tears.

A Twisted Love(i wrote you a letter
you'll never see,)

i wandered in the dark
all my life
desperately trying
to find you.

then you found me.

(& in this dark
and twisted story
called reality
you're the only
one i'll need.)

and i knew
that i'd never
be able to
leave you,

(if only you loved me too.)

i guess love isn't
what I thought it'd be,
i never expected it
to be like this.
do you even know
what you have done to me,
because i haven't forgotten.

(a dying rose
lays on your bed
a dying heart
is what i have.)

do you rememberthe days
of grilled cheese and muddy shoes,
of simple joy tracked in through the back door

when your mother's call to dinner
was the most pressing obligation of the day—
even halting the unrelenting advance
of those scurvy pirates
(a temporary parley)

when sticks and stones
were a garden's gold and rubies,
freely transformed
into dragons and damsels,
only as dangerous as the flames of your imagination

what has happened
to the sticks and stones,
those simple symbols of creativity?
now you wield them along with words,
those double-edged swords
more dangerous than any dragon
(though of course they will never hurt
y

Happiness. Happiness-
a lot of people believe it has to do with smiling,
but I think it's more about
how you feel inside.

The warmth inside your heart
that makes you want to melt in pieces,
that you would kill for.

I have caught it.

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Yes, believe me, it really does make it worse.

Do not disturb.
Do not disturb me when I am day dreaming.
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Then out here is this dreadful place with you.

Do not disturb.
Do not disturb me when I am just sitting and being with a guy.
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Do not disturb.
Do not disturb my life when I think its okay,
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Do not disturb.
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Beautiful

by ~bookworm012496, Mar 26, 2011, 4:36:15 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I felt beautiful today.
I didn't straighten my hair,
And I didn't put on makeup.
I closed my white blinds and let
The light shine through
For a fresh background.

I stole my fathers camera,
Turned on my iPod, and began to dance.
I held it away and smiled,
Letting the -click- of the shutters
Blend with the music, forming its own beat.

I grinned and twirled in one of my sister's dresses,
Not giving a care should she walk in.
I laughed and fiddled with my hair,
I was coy and shy and natural.
I shed my shell of T-Shirts and jeans,
And let myseelf be free.

I look at the pictures I had taken and said,
Oh- there you are.

_{I've been looking for you.}

Beautifulby ~bookworm012496

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Literally I felt beautiful for the third or fourth time in my life today. I think I've finally managed to find myself, no I'm just going to let it take me where she wants to go.