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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone's making hello poetry
So I made one too because poopy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I see a sign that says "Explicit?"
And now I'm thinking if I should click it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think roses can be pink too
And violets aren't blue how stu

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my first poem here
Potato.
 Oct 2013 Marie Ellen Grace
Eliza
It's amazing
how much of a comfort you can find
with fictional characters and their worlds.

Whether it's fantasy, sci-fi or thriller,
whether their world is full of dangers and adventures,
you would rather be in theirs than be in yours.

I realised how much of a sadness our world has become
because we rely in non-existing worlds
in order to survive our own.

*(n.d.)
Not my very best, tho.
 Oct 2013 Marie Ellen Grace
Eliza
My pillows soaked up my tears,
from the times I was afraid of my fears.

My blanket shield me,
from the demons that could be.

My bed became a friend,
after a long day comes to an end.

They were my only company,
when I'm lonely and needed somebody.

*(n.d.)
 Oct 2013 Marie Ellen Grace
Eliza
Just let the tears
fall free from my eyes.

I'm starting to get tired
of silent cries.

I'm getting sick
of telling lies.

Let the tears fall free from my eyes.

*(n.d.)
Someone please save me! for
I am lost
In his deep ocean eyes
I am stuck
To his warm, gentle skin
And
My fingers are tangled
In his
Save me
Please, for
I am falling
In love
Ew boys. I don't know where the idea for this poem came from, I swear.
I do not want to conform
I do not want to be relevant
I do not want to be common
I do not want to be routine

I was not made for those kind of things
I was not made for the temporary
I was not made for the substitutes
I was not made for the limited

I was made for more
and more I will be
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