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Me
When everyone is saying
How much they hate
Their appearance, personality, althetic and academic abilities

I stand away
Awkward and quiet
Offering no opinion

Not because I am happy with myself
But because I am so insecure
I am afraid that pointing out my flaws

Will make you see

The parts of me I hate
The parts of me I hide
The parts of me I tried to change

Yet failed

Because I have what I got
I can't change it
To fit in with everyone else

I can't be someone else
Because I am not them
I'm me

And in some way that has to be enough
Repost if this is you.
Within the first two seconds of meeting you I knew I had no chance
But I still fell for you
Live for the moment,
live for the now.
Stop wondering when,
stop wondering how!

Don't live your life
wrapped up in a shroud.
You only live once,
so live it out loud.

We worry about dying,
We live for the pill.
If it's going to happen,
then happen it will.

So go and enjoy life,
don't become a health boffin.
You'll have plenty of time,
when you get in that coffin.

Life is a road
that we all must walk.
Sing for the hell of it,
talk just to talk.

Everything's possible,
just take that first
step into freedom
don't wait for the hearse.

We're all going to die
as is so often said.
But don't just lie down
in the flowery bed.

Go and get out there
and do take a chance.
Spit into the wind,
or do that daft dance.

Make love more often,
smile at the girl.
Find whatever turns you on
and give it a whirl.

So live with the living,
don't curl up and rot.
Make the most of each day
of this one life you've got.
21st October 2014
 Oct 2014 LonelyPoet
AllAtOnce
"Hey babe :)"
I said
And "Hey baby"
Said he
"Heyy"
I said
"Oh well"
Said me:
"Maybe he's busy"
"He always is"
Said the voice, taunting
"Maybe he's working"
"Isn't he always?"
Said they.
"He's too busy for me."
On the depressing, I feed
"But he loved you."
Their words flew
"Shut up, mind. He doesn't anymore."
"What a ******."
"I have Nick."
"And you're sick."
"No. I love him."
"And so do we, that's why he wins."
"You aren't even real."


*"But we're what you feel."
Just a weird thing...idk if i like it or not...feedback?
 Oct 2014 LonelyPoet
Creep
Fuck you
 Oct 2014 LonelyPoet
Creep
Okay, *******!
I'm sorry I'm too shy to do anything in real life,
too insecure to ask my love out,
to be in love with something so physical
Sorry I am not an arrogant self-centered ******* like you are,
that I am not confident and cocky.
Maybe I don't want people to look at me,
and judge, that I only want people to see my soul,
my personality.
But is that such a crime?
Hey, and what if everyone here is a stereotype, overplayed, overdone and fake? Looking for someone and something real is hard...
******* for calling me sweetheart, beautiful, then turning around and laughing with a friend about how I'm such a mess, talking to people in the internet on some random poetry website and for falling in love with someone's personality and soul, not just their looks, not like you who only wants a girl for her big *** and big *****, not to mention skinny *** waist and curves.
Well I'm ******* sorry (nope not really) that I like internet people,
with no judgements
like the ones you have written across your lips and constellated in your eyes.

Just do me a favor? I hope one day you will fall for a girl
with just a bit of soul, someone not a ***** for once,
and I hope she breaks your heart,
and that you will see what it's like to be with someone with a bit of spine and brain.
[walks away from him with one finger in the air]
repost if you have ever been ridiculed for having internet friends, or have internet friends, or date online, or idk if you can relate in anyway...
have been steaming all day cause this ******* always ******* teases me about talking to ppl on hp cause of how unjudgmental u guys r... ughhh ******* hako *throws one finger up in the air*
I'm sorry for being a natural disaster.

I'm sorry the way my mood changes turns you into a quiet rumble of thunder, always dragging behind the lightning bolt until the full force of nature's fury is pounding down on your head.

I'm sorry for skidding into your world like a golden-tinged summer daydream and leaving it like a levee breaking.

I'm sorry for writing about you so much that your name is carved into my fingertips like water shapes a rock formation -- my journal probably wouldn't weigh so much if all my baggage wasn't crammed inside it.

I'm sorry that I can only write in figurative language lately but the concise truth is like walking barefoot on ice and after a while it's so cold it burns:

I never really loved you.

But admitting it means hailstones of lies battering my already-crumbling storm shelter, all our sunny afternoons grayed out by cloud cover.

And I'm sorry beyond all the weather metaphors in the world, but I can't bear that.
Wrote the backbone of this in the ten minutes given during class, then tweaked it a little bit at home, but it's still 100% based on that overdone "girl like a natural disaster" thing. Got me out of my writer's block a little bit though.
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