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SomedaySomeday this will be me and you.
Someday I'll feel your arms around me.
Someday it'll all come true, everything I dream about you.
Someday I'll be with you.
Someday we'll dance the night away.
Someday I'll feel your lips of mine.
Just not today.
PromWe could go to Prom
You and me together.
I'll get all dolled up for you
And you'll look so handsome in your tux.
We'll dance the night away
And maybe we'll fall so in love
That I'll feel your lips on mine.
They'll stare at us
But we won't care
We'll continue kissing
And then they'll yell at us to get a room
But we won't listen.
I'll introduce you to all my friends
And they'll be mad jealous because they wish they had someone as amazing as you.
And maybe we'll go outside the ballroom for a bit
And spend some quiet time together and just talk.
Prom we'll be the best night of our lives,
And I'll be so glad I shared it with you.
ExpressionIt's not fair you know.
I see your words, I hear your words
And I understand them, and I respect them
And they make sense, perfect sense.
If all these things are true
Why doesn't it change the way I feel about you?
What I want and what I feel never have cooperated
And this time is no different.
I wish I could tell you that it's all okay
That I know what to do but I don't!
I don't know what to do!
I'm not sure what to say!
I don't know how to feel!
And it's driving me insane!
Because I really, really like you
But, dammit, I just can't see
How in the HELL there will ever be an "us"
And it's not me, it's you.
God, that sounds cheesy but it's true!
Ich liebe dich mehr als du mich liebst, und ich vermisse dich mehr als du mich vermisst
That's a fact.
Ich werde liebe dich immer noch, auch wenn du mich nicht mehr liebst
That's a fact, too.
I think I know what to do.
Now if only I could do it.
ConfusionI'm so confused.
I feel like a pokemon in battle
And Zubat just used supersonic
I wonder if we will work out.
He's more republican, I'm more democrat
He likes screaming music, I can't stand it
He's very religious, I'm not so much
He can be very mature, I can be very immature
I feel bad for thinking these things
I don't want marriage right now.
Then again, you don't date someone without the possibility
Of marriage in the future.
Maybe it's just better if we stayed friends.
Maybe it's just better if we quit while we're ahead.
I wish someone could help me figure things out.
I wish there was a solution where everyone was happy.
I'm not sure what I want anymore.
I'm so confused.
Bleeding SunI Love you!
I'll scream the words but will you hear me?
I can't understand
What's going on?
Why won't you let me in?
Do I even stand a chance?
Do I even have a prayer?
Every time you tell me you have a question my heart jumps and starts pounding
My mind racing,
Wondering if this time it will be the question-
the one I've been waiting for-
No, not that one.
I'm not talking about marriage.
I want a RELATIONSHIP.
Why is this so hard to comprehend?
"Will you be my grilfriend?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"I have strong [romantic] feelings for you. I love you."
"I'd like to give us a try"
Any of those would be fine
But do I hear them? No.
Of course not.
I'm sorry for being impatient but I'm sick of being single
Done waiting for the loneliness in my heart to go away
Done trying to pretend that I can wait, when I can't any longer.
Why is it so hard for you to say yes?
It's not a done deal- it's not like we're getting married.
I just want to date you. Just give it a shot.
Confessions of a VocaloidThe lyrics that burst inside of me
The words I cannot say
I don't think it's possible
We will ever work out
We're just too different people
Who live too far apart.
You're all I want
So close yet so far.
I close my eyes and think of you
My heart skips a beat
All the things we've ever said
Flowing through my head.
I think that I could make you happy,
but I'm too eager and you're too patient.
I want something real to cling to.
Throw me a bone, will ya?
is the answer yes or is it no? I want to know!
I pour my heart out for you
but you don't seem to do the same.
Maybe that's why this won't work out
I want you to miss me as much as I miss you
I want you to take me in your arms and hold me tight
Look into my eyes and kiss me
So I know everything's alright.
But that will never happen, will it?
Because I want to make it official
And you want to stay friends, and let things flow naturally.
But a romantic relationship doesn't just come naturally, someone has to make the first move.
I don't want i
HeartI love you. I'll say it a million times if I have to.
I'll say it as much as I need to,
I'll say it as much as you want me to,
I'll say it only to you.
I love you.
Dear CamI'm sick of looking at couples and being filled with jealousy and envy, but more importantly, being filled with sadness, loneliness, yearning and longing
I'm sick of having my dreams crushed and hopes dashed
I'm sick of wondering 'Why?' and 'Why me?'
I'm sick of being criticized
I'm sick of being scared and afraid
I'm sick of felling like I'm not good enough, like I'll never be good enough
I'm sick of all the work
I'm sick of being cooped up inside
I'm sick of not knowing what to do in college
I'm sick of wanting to be with him, of wanting to call him mine, and of wanting to kiss him, so badly
I'm sick of identifying so well with 'Reflection' from Mulan
I'm sick of being heart broken
I'm sick of feeling unwanted
I'm sick of feeling like I can't fully open up to anyone; like no one understands
I'm sick of being afraid to say the things that are on my mind
I'm sick of feeling immature and insecure
I'm sick of having hopes and dreams just to watch them fall apart
I'm sick of being sick of
Apology PoemI'm sorry.
I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start there. I'm sorry.
I never intended things to go as they did.
I want you to know, though, that I don't regret meeting you.
I want you to know that you're an amazing guy, and someday you will find an amazing girl.
She just won't be me.
You deserve so much better than me.
You deserve someone who shares your beliefs, or at the very least believes in God.
A girl who you can bring home to your parents,
A girl who you can talk to about your life without boundaries,
A girl who exists outside of this small, white computer.
A girl who finds your looks attractive and who won't say that she only partly fell in love with you.
A girl who will be more patient.
I want to be patient. I try to be patient.
But I see the couples, the boy holding the girl in his arms,
And I get jealous, because more than anything, I want to feel what they feel.
You deserve better than an impatient girl like me who gets jealous.
The simple truth is that I fell in love wi
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Bitch TreeBitch tree, Bitch tree
You know what- you're a bitch tree
No you're probably not
I don't know- I don't even know what I'm saying
What exactly is a bitch tree?
If anyone has any clue please inform me
I'd love to know.
Bitch tree, Bitch tree
Maybe it's a family tree of people who are bitches
I wonder what would happen if a girl who believed in being nice came from a family of bitches
I think it produce something like Infected from Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Okay, now I'm just rambling off topic.
What exactly is my conclusion on that topic?
I think I know.
I conclude that a Bitch tree is a Birch tree without spell check.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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