Inferiority is my middle name ( Read more... )

Wrote this in Calliope today:

I am an aqua diamond

Mystifying and entrancing as I jump into the ocean

You can count forever, but you will never reach me

That is because I am infinite.

I am an exotic island, unique and unpredictable.

Oftentimes I exceed your wildest dreams.

Silent and pure like snow, I quietly fall only to bring joy to others.

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I’m frightened.

I’m scared.

I’m afraid.

That I may never be able to truly live.

I think about it all the time.

See, there’s my problem.

I think.

I just can’t seem to turn it off.

I can’t be impulsive.

I over analyze absolutely everything.

So what if I didn’t think?

Then, would I be impulsive,

Or would I just be stupid?

I just can’t figure it out.

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I'm giving up. I never want to write another little emo depressing poem again, so that last post will be my last. It doesn't really matter because I suck at it anyways, but I'm tired of it.

So long.

Rushing

Raging

Intensifying

Taking control

Distorting your thoughts

Forcing you to crave

Making you misbehave

Grab hold of you

Wont let you go

An order that must be obeyed

A desire that urges to be fulfilled

Disrupting all else

Lost focus

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M

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The excitement of the unknown

The angst of all former flukes

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The kind of girl everyone thinks they know

Her thoughts reek of desperation

And she has look in her eye that screams deception

But there’s that seductive smile scrawled across her face

Her counterfeit allure

Amid all of the snap judgments

There lies a real girl

Cocky, self assurance that disguises every insecurity

A bat of her lashes, and she’s got ( Read more... )

Shit, I haven't written a poem in a long time. I'm trying to stay positive, so whenever I write a depressing poem lately I've just deleted them after writing them...Anyways, here's a really good poem I found in The Perks of Being a Wallflower:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was ( Read more... )

In the end what will everything we’re working for really matter?

What grades we make

The friends we have

The clothes you wear

The choices and decisions made everyday

When everything is said and done we’re all going to be in the same place.

So what?

We strive to live a happy, healthy, successful life but then after all that you die.

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Right now I feel like saying only one thing.

FUCK.

It somehow describes every single emotion I am feeling at this very moment.

I don’t get into this mood very often, but when I do, boy is it nasty.

Now don’t get me wrong, overall I’m a pretty happy kid.

What am I saying? I’m a VERY happy kid.

On the outside, at least.

On the inside, I’m mainly numb ( Read more... )

This most certainly is not my favorite, but I suppose it'll do.

Lurking in the shadows

Blending to the crowd

I could get through this hell unnoticed

If I never spoke a sound

Head bent down

Shoulders overly hunched

What a distorted image

Of a picture untouched

A flawless reflection

Of everything sought

To work for something so hard

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