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Cronos and Rhea, better known as mother and father.  More like corrupt, wealthy leaders of the town rather,  Cronos was the former mayor and still held a power,  Rhea had not had to work an hour. 
Our perceptions are irrelevant we are aware that they are not important We are deceived that the world is making a change But I feel like these officers practice with my face in the gun range
Dear Atopic Eczema, As you take away barriers of my skin I have built up walls around my heart Before I knew that I was Pangea, You break me into continents
I am confusing. Like a deep sea current. I change direction, rapidly, swiftly Left Then right. My mind a sea of spiraling thoughts
"Hello Landen", wait, that won't work. "Greetings fellow---", AUGH. "Hi Landen." That sounds so lame. I give up.   In the process of me writing to you, I always go through this process.
Unhealthy love comes with a toll,With your heart locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole,When cupid substitutes the arrow bouquets,You can't fix it with chocolate ferrero rochers,  You see, but
Because I love you... I will protect you  From anyone  or anything  that I am able.   Because I love you...
The girl in the mirror looks at me with sunscreen still on her nose, A smile plastered across her face as she realizes her mistake, I turn away from the mirror and try to rub the sunscreen in,
Depression depression you bring me down you make me sad you make me drown. Drowned in emotions so deep so dark, they melt my soul they break my heart. The cuts, the burns, the tears feel great.
Remember when we talked about coming of age Well it's pretty hard to see  when I know  Imma be the same height 
When The Sun Comes Up in a Bright New Dawn Or The Clouds Roll By And I Just Want to Yawn I've Still Hope Inside Left to Carry Me On   When I'm Out in the World Wishing I Could Fly
For so long I suffered, a prolonging pain now I feel something that I cant explain.  Its like a fire, a light, a burst,  but for some reason it might be worse worse than the sad, the mad, the rain
I am a funfetti cake. It sounds silly and may make me seem obesed with food. 
Him
when he kissed her he breathed summer air into her winter lungs
I want to look at you and say all the things that are stuck in my throat I want to say how i feel when i'm close to you and how i just don't wanna leave your side
Isnt it crazy how rapidly things change From calm to insane, Like life is a game, Or the other way around. Catastrophe comes storming down Then suddenly, Its nowhere to be found.
Light, how I ponder It's surreal, knowing you came from so far and against impossible odds for you just to end up landing upon my skin. It makes me think, much passed the brink of my intellect the answer must be
Have you ever found yourself in the state when you're asleep but still aware of your surroundings? It's kind of like limbo between two worlds, not fully involved in either of them. But what if you were constantly in that state?
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
I panic between doorways  I count the breaks in stairways  to rules I always adhere  and I do this out of fear fear that I'll lose my sight  that it will punish someone dear 
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation, but this information is on a need to know basis.
I have created and started activies before. This isnt new. My problem was never finishing. Im starting over to a new beginning. Everyone needs that once awhile in there lives.
Slit my wrists and hope to die Not for one more second do I want to have open eyes Leave this world eternally Sleep forever, oh so blissfully No more worries to keep me up No reason to give a fuck
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was one of my very first poems I ever wrote, please bear with me as it is not all that great.        
The curtain seems nice and beautiful Filled with graceful colors But there are a few things that seem unusual Like a biscuit without butter   People come to ask her questions And ask for some advice
it goes like this: the clock reads 7:06am cloudy skies, morning mist on the window i am swallowed by silence  clod toes, cold nose, cold heart the coffee warms my throat, warms my toes,
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom. You could choose whichever you wanted And if you weren’t content with your purchase, An exchange or return could be arranged As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
I'm from a city where everybody strugglin Rap,comedy,sports the only thing that seems to be important
Money or Starve  by Andrea Victoria
one, moment that changed our lives. as you told me the news  Holding my hand  Two seconds for it to sink in  I let the tears fall three days before you left walking away from us leaving 
These shattered Memories I hold Are only Fragments of the things that I truly remember. For as of now, nothing feels real
Today women have a voice, a place, And we are recognized for not only our beauty, but our intellect. Our contributions to society. But when we walk down the streets, 
Something I knew existed, but never tried; I was scared of the feeling its might stir inside; Fear of being judged, is what first comes to mind; But far is something I refuse to let linger in my mind;
What if I became a philosopher? Would it change me and open my mind? Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school?   I long to understand the minds of many popular people
The gym, so musty and cool. The weights clanging against the ground. The buff guy, I thought “what a tool.” The hydraulics hissed, and gave out a sigh. The tap-tap-tap, of feet on the treadmill.
L O V E Those four letters spell love but that's the only love I see. In the society we live in divorce has become such a normalcy. If I could change anything?
Change is always around us Change is everywhere It happens every day, but sometimes we hardly notice The temperature, the shape of the clouds, and change even arises from tectonic plate movement.
New awakenings e
I've only had one boyfriend -we went out for three days, he liked me but I didn't like him back. I only said "yes" so he would shut up during History class  
Hopeless   You turn left; Brother against brother. You turn right; Man against wife.   You fight for what you believe in, But at what cost?   You know it’s right;
Sometimes I just lay on my bedThoughts and memories swarming in my head.I try to remember the good times I've hadBut they somehow slip away, always making me mad.
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
I am skinny gawky average unappealing in the most appealing ways.    When he entered my life I was lost broken and he was my light   Told me I was beautiful amazing
For tweleve years we're taught a standard everyone is taught the same To solve for x or to remember a historical name But this connontation of learning isn't all it's cracked up to be
  My First poem.     This Should be simple right? i want to indent but i dont know how to work the site.... i' ll end this with a hi.  
She sits at homeThe four year old girlCrying, hidingFrom he she once loved. He once had warm eyes, A big smile,Everytime he would see her.But now everything changed.
  thighs have a testimony but those stories can not be shared too many disguise their cares and I rather be shy than shed tears because I have fears of being penalized for my thighs
Where do we go when we go? Who can we ask? I don't know. I know who I should But I don't think they would Tell me cause I want to know.
Education is a beautiful thing But only if you’re doing something useful Useful What does that mean? It means business, science, and math Or so society says “What do you Study?” is what I hear
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