3.14
There are a million Sara’s in the world
but there’s only one for me
There’s a trillions of stars in the sky
but only one warms my face
My morning star, Sara
my prize at the end of the race
it is your sunshine that keeps my nimbus at bay
but, of me, you burned out long ago
I hadn’t noticed you were light years away
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3.1
I didn’t choose to write poetry
poetry chose to write about me
It seems I can’t write poetry when i want to rhyme
or when i have the time
but when it comes
it comes to me in nightmares
and/or delusions of the mind
I am forever doomed a poet
destined to express myself
emotions that can only be quenched through poetry
the poem seems to write itself
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3.
The devil ties my soul in knots
that can’t be undone
because my heart is broken
it was my only one
my tears are salty and cold
and rarely are they warm and sweet
one day i will die
and finally have some peace
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Smile
I like a girl who has a sweet and kind smile
when she smiles at me, she makes me smile
I haven’t smiled in a while
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How come you own my future
My life, my future
No, it’s not mine.
I won’t be an actor, because they think I’ll fail.
I can’t be a star, because they think I’ll fall.
I have to be something practical
Because they think I won’t, and can’t make it.
I can’t be what I want to be, because it’s not what they think is practical.
They think I’ll fail at everything.
I won’t be a doctor; I can’t make it to medical school.
I can’t be a singer, because I can’t sing.
I won’t be a producer, because no one will want to see my movies.
Why?
It’s my life, it’s my future.
I’m only a freshman in high school, and their already trying to knock me down.
Yet what they’ll never know is that I’m getting back up.
I will be whatever I want to be
and you will regret trying to knock me down. I’ll make sure you do.
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screw labels
She’s my best friend
She’s had a fucked up life,
Labeled as the slut,
I know she ain’t,
Labeled as the bratty step daughter,
She’s not,
Labeled as the bitch,
Only if you start it first.
Step dad… to her the dough bag
Step daughter… to him the mistake.
She’s been judged and labeled,
But to me all she’ll ever be,
Is my best friend.
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You
when i cry its becuz of you
when i smile its becuz of you
when i hope i hope to be with you
when i dream i dream of you
when i want i want you.
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You
when i cry its becuz of you
when i smile its becuz of you
when i hope i hope to be with you
when i dream i dream of you
when i want i want you.
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A’hole
I hate every word you say,
With your veneer of mock empathy.
I have to say, I’m just sick of you
And your tone of self-appointed authority.
I’ve know you three years too long
And I can’t wait until I’m out of this place.
I can’t wait until I’m gone
And I no longer have to look at your smug little face.
You’re an a**hole
And the only one that seems unaware of that fact.
I wasn’t asking your permission
And your actions lacked both subtlety and tact,
SO DON’T
TALK DOWN
TO ME!
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Back in Black
As I look out from my prison cell,
Nose pressed against the glass,
I hear the howl that I know so well,
That I memorised off by heart.
I take a swig from the bottle and sigh,
As you stand at the mirror and snarl.
You mouth the words with come f8ck me eyes -
Innocence heavily rimmed with kohl.
You’re sporting a blood red pout,
Fists clenched against the wall.
Wishing you could be her, no doubt -
Your carbon copy non-conformity unites you all.
My amply pieced identical twin,
You’ll learn you’re not that special.
Throw back me from a year ago,
You’ll learn you’re not that cool.
I realised this a while back
(But the feeling still makes me smile)
You’re not individual dressed in black,
You’re just pop culture in denial.
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