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We are offended by things so temporary, Things that will soon cease to be. We are offended by those who are offended But they too will be gone, don’t you see?   Night and day come and go, media abounded.
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania genuine snow white hair upon her noggin doth adorn, perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)  after i croon (to said lass), the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
To the cause of this madness,
Life is morbid  like candles flame sizzling out from the cold wind at night that can be lit time and time again  yet eventually it will meet it's end. point is... when will I let mine die?
50 Shades of not just Grey    By: Vivian Ngo There’s only 6 colorson the spectrum.Red, Orange, Yellow,Green, Blue, and Purple.That’s how I was taught.
I lay broken and confused because the past that has held me back for so long. Along came a glorious man who held out his hand and saved me from the dead. He held my hand on our treacherous leap of faith. 
Footsteps tapping lightly against the road beneath my feet, I walk under the streetlights; across concrete rivers I leap-   Spotlight on! Dancing under the orange light
It hid in the creases of my story books, nibbling away at the stanzas,Chewing across the pages as I, just a tike, lay at night.It sat on my window and sill and waited for years to pass.For knowledge to seep into my skull.
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other A hug for one person to another A kiss to make somebody’s day Some loving to make the pain go away
Metaphorically I am a simile, like an allusion, I AM an oxymoron, a flagrant euphemism, a hyperbolic faux-pas, so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
See your flower is delicate Delegates of angels persuade to me you're heaven sent But you know how the devil is.. With his disquises Almost Compromised me From the ground grew a violet
Of course no one knows. But I do know what you’d get If there was one.
You know what I want to hear? A rape joke I want to hear you joke about a traumatic experience I want to hear you joke about my traumatic experience And when I don't laugh
Mom
I had a dream last night, Too real to be ignored. It started out inside The mind's sequestered storm.
Latching on to things that stick. Holding tight, but losing grip. Adhesive wears and tape grows dry, But time extends in Elmer's eyes.
 I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
Water runs so slow Patiently cutting a path I am unstoppable
Concrete blocks on the sidewalk A bounce in every step A beam for each passing face A passion firing to every heart A simplistic reminder
It's cold out, and the weather's frigid.  I frown throughout the dreary day.
Waves of blue I always see The scene is cold and lonely here Why can't you see the good in me   I cry out to you in sweet misery  You never listen, you just see right through 
I'm on top of the world he said in the next breath, he proclaimed, That we all fall. Its kind of funny how we're all taught, how we all bought into the lies that we all sought.
There was once a girl who had given so much of her heart away that one day, after giving her last piece, she fell asleep listening to Bon Iver, and doed of a broken and missing heart.
My experience with love is  painful unforgettable betrayal Eight months making memories moments music Proving people wrong with clashing thoughts personalities
Understand that not everyone is the same when you think about it where did people get the "standard" for criticizing people since when did not wearing brand name clothes  become the definition of
Today is the day I will be heard Today I will emerge out of this shyness I will let the world know I no longer will stand injustice!   Today is the day I will be heard Today I will say
For all we know, we could have died years ago.  Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.  For all we know, life is one big dream.
the first time i hated myself, i was 9 years old. groups of soulless children followed me around the schoolyard calling me diseased ridden, disgusting, fat... the laughed as my tears splashed on the table at which i sat 
The waves of fire, roll across the sky. The stained ebony river flows beneath the bridge, that bears witness to  a murder. And the  frightened elderly man- the eyewitness to the 
No matter where I go, I can't explain away, the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way. She's a mystery to us all,  and a puzzle to a tee, a conundrum to her parents, 
The first time I saw you, you were sitting at a lunch table reading the first book of the Harry Potter series alone.
Leafs leave in the winter and return in the spring. Like how the elderly pass and babies are born. we laugh, live, and learn. boys and girls play, clothes are torn. Then we feel a lovers burn
We might only have one last time together To walk along the halls and hold the memories forever Our last moments at the lockers between classes
I saw a picture of you in the mirrorI realize I've become what I fearAmeliorate me, and then you walked awayTie my mouth shut - there's nothing left to say
She clings to her rules As tightly as she ties her bun No piece out of place, Polished and proper.   For her there is only one; One way to answer One way to think One way to question
  Let me take y’all back Back in time Somewhere between the nights Somewhere without the lights Where you were the only person in my life That can make this thing we call lust feel so right
grey hallways, close us in, trapping our imagination ,  trained to fight, trained to win, similar to prison, I wish it weren't true, wondering about what awaits for me in the big wide blue,
The meaning of life, Who knows what it is, Is is finding a wife, Or the pursuit of riches.   Is life finding the meaning of true love, Or finding a love for adventure, The many kisses you share,
I am   made of stardust, so science recognized.   Grandules measured by two sets of metaled hands.   My mind a split open galaxy, bleeding
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.   Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.  
This is my first time putting my stuff out there. Wrote this when i was 14- 15. thanks.       red rose, red rose, oh what, do you say? For alas and alack... He took my life away.
In my puzzle, The pieces mold together, and can’t be rearranged.Each piece stands for a part of me,And every completed section,Is a window,Looking into my past.
One side is where your on the inside looking out  And the other is when your on the outside looking in  There is nothing in between except that clear glass that allows you to see through that wall in front of you
Paintings are the sky in many colors, She looks and observes as well as many others, Green as the grass as she is the color of life, Shining through the dark scaring the demons of the night,
I have a dream And as I say these words, I feel the word dream fade away The nightmare takes its place and the only thing we dream of is a new dawn And I’m not talking about it breaking in two parts—Twilight
Why I write? I write because it’s right and its fundamental value can compensate for what I’m feeling. I write to tell the story of my life, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, what’s my meaning?
Life is what you make of it You choose what you do You make your own decisions No one can do things for you It's all on you People surround you everyday Times may be hard But
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful. Like new mothers, like flickering candles in dark rooms like flowers pressed into books like new shoes...
Click-snap-bang-boom, range gun shot in zoom lenz, don't step on my toes, ill step on your toes too, you at the barrel of a gun (I say boom) , love your looks so, i shot your ex to get to you,
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