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When Simone biles runs to the bar to do back flips in the air she is an athlete.But when I run to the bar and do a backflip holding a beer, suddenly I have an alcohol problem and need help. Perhaps they might be right ya know?
Dear This, It hasn't been long since we talked but you're here again, Scraping my every word, chalking my marks and dotting my Ts to very degrees of failure.
This is the kind of love story that no one warned you about. This isn't the happily ever after kind of story. This is an incomplete sentence. The lonely page ripped out of the book.
her lips part at the arduous notions of stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
How could you do this? Destroy the bonds we built This land was our land
This poem isn't about depression.This poem isn't about a confession.This isn't a sad poem.This isn't another one of my Ho hums.
It started with a big boom Matter, thought, a spark, she forms She emerges from this She has nothing to show She begins to grow
Let it fly, fly aloneSince it has a formAnd fibres fineMade by hands divineHappy is HeAnd beautiful is itAlways full in dressFinest of all the insectsIs the butterfly!
How much can you bear? Why are you always on the clutches of wishes? However you are hurt you don’t seem to learn Whenever the mind wants to stop, you continue Whenever the mind wants to continue, you stop
Is this really it? Nothing more, nothing less? I have to ask, Is this really it? The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch? Offices, highways, business card masks,
This is ... Whose are these... What is that... Those are... I'm so Confused ~ Ricardo
By day the sun plays in her hair. He stretches in streaks through the sky, And plays there in the strands. By night the stars twinkle in August air. She lies there wide-eyed. "So this is life?"
I've try to convert if I can The will of the canvas at my demand So many different ones to counsel in Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
I see me Not a me I want to see... but a me that I can't unseen A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
I'm normal, I'm average I go to school and head to work and I make sure I do my chores I wake up everyday, clothes on, teeth brushed and I leave. I leave for school and I leave for work
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick. When you see the random round rock you kick it. When you see me you see nothing different,
My pictures have been fake for years My eyes don't sparkle like they used to I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks My heart and soul don’t quite work right I'm hurting on the inside
Makeup and picture themes Time well spend
Come up with a poem of you, they say. Who are you? What should we know? To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18, with the future on my mind and a reminiscent heart. My soul resides at home,
I am a fleeting fragment
Who am I, through a completely organic lense? A lense with no skewer or sharpener no falsehoods or pretends What am I in an entirely natural glow? A glow that eminates my true personality
Remove the filters that surround our lives. Don't sugarcoat it to the ones outside. The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel, so let's not pretend that it always looks cool.
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed they see a girl who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias but when I the stop posing
Who am I deep down? Am I flawless, or am I hidious. What do people think of me deep down. She is perfection, she is distruction. But deep down I am just me. I am me. Not you or her or him or them.
This is me Unedited, Unfiltered me I am the cries at night when hearts break The anger when it's broken I am the fear when the world is coming down The tension felt when it's falling
Will to love the wrong person Their ugliness never seems to bleed
I am a teenager I am reckless I make mistakes I stay out late and do nothing I am on my phone all day I am a student I have 3.0 GPA I am a leader I take too many AP Classes
I am dark eye circles. I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face. I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
If I must confess
She's a different type of girl, under all that founation, eyeliner and blush, you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
It's a wonder that I have survived so long without your help. How it is possible, I have no idea. Maybe it's my willpower or my lifestyle. Watever the cause, I am having fun with no you in my life.
There would be ultimate peace among each and all countries, among individuals. In my perfect little world. There would be no crimes instead continuous laughter would
Oh, how it hurts me so When I think of you While so happy, and yet Not happy, with me
I have loved you before i knew, what love was , you have loved me in ways no one else does forever my life will be devoted to you because without you , my world is so blue
My experience with love is painful unforgettable betrayal Eight months making memories moments music Proving people wrong with clashing thoughts personalities
This half of my bed Has been crying for you, asking where you've been and who you've been sleeping on since then
The feeling of my forehead pressed against yours Your touch, as always, making my heart soar To be completely honest I'm a little nervous] Your face coming closer leaves me breathless
I am suffocating
i want you to see the scars on my skin the wounds youre responsible for i want you to witness my blood an my pain and my nights spent alone on the floor i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
Life of a bully oh how it must be to have people cower all over your feet Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid of who ever would come across you and your rage
In my house enjoying a fine day, smoking cannabis, harming no one and nor, am I doing anything wrong, but yet it is a crime, and to this I say, end this war. Medicine for everybody including children,
Self conscious, insecure, the feeling of “I can’t do this anymore”This was the girl I used to me.This girl that I was choosing to be.I try not to be that girl anymore
Can you look me in the eyes,Without blinking? Can you talk to me,Without speaking? Can you cut the tension,That seems too thick to slice through? So many questions,What will you do?
Watching raindrops fall from out of my window As tears fall upon my pillow My heart it aches Because I've tried and tried...what will it take? I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Silence They say not wavers in sorrow Intriging honor once stored by doubt The height at which we soar Is not enough to bear witness For the murder of us
He called her his whore, his slut, his own bitch to ride on, like dogs.Prized only darkness, like lights. Abandoned in public, like free-speech. She wasn’t free, she wasn’t light,
What inspires me is when you don't read, you refuse to look into a world that I'm forced to perceive. What inspires me is when i sit here and bleed, lay here and shed tears, cry, cry and plead