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LostAndNotFound |
The Mistaken |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Being alone makes me sad
Makes me wish I would go mad
Then I could claim the imaginary for my friends
And never lose those that are special to me
Maybe if I were invisible, they’d hold me, in mistake
For they really meant to grab their teddy bear
But, at the feel, of my hair
The mistake is already there
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LostAndNotFound |
She Will Be Loved? |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
It maybe silly to have these dreams
But they are not really as they all seem
They are just the fantasies,
Of someone who needs love in their heart
And needs arms around them, when they go to sleep at night
Not the arms of a teddy, or a mannequin, but something that feels real love,
Something she knows that cares
She knows her friends love her, in their own way
But she needs something different, something to which she can relate
The pain she has felt, all these years
Waiting for that one who just so happens to have, sensitivity
And knowledge of her pain, all in one
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LostAndNotFound |
The Masked |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
I cry inside
Wanting someone to see
But how can they see, what is not really there?
If they look in my eyes, have I masked it that well?
Or do they just not dare to go deeper than the surface layer for fear of drowning?
Believe me, I know I’m complicated,
Impossible to understand
Is that why no one tries?
and is that why I cry?
I hate the feeling, of crying with others seeing
And it’s not just my makeup peeling
It has to do with the shame, in them knowing
This person’s alone, no one cares for her at all
So they pass their judgment, knowing before they actually see the inside, where all I am is me….
Someone I have not yet seen, but know that she must be good
Before looking at her sadness, look at her fears
All she knows is people, and all people know is hurt
So why should she go the distance to find,
Who she is, where she belongs,
When all people are is hurt
And all she knows is people
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LostAndNotFound |
Unicorns |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Majestical, mythical beings
So graceful yet so unknowingly becoming
They prance like dancers amongst themselves
Never knowing, that they are watched as carefully
As the protect and watch their young
Being, dancing, tossing their mains into the wind like rice at a bride’s perfect wedding
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LostAndNotFound |
Switched |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Semi-cold, semi-hot, never knowing which is which
Can’t switch
Become what you are not
Sincere, you are hot
Superficial and you’re not
When one becomes old
Do you automatically become the other
Or do you just wait for that feeling, that can smother
The other person, making them leave
For they have slipped through the sieve,
Of your completely unfulfilled lifestyle,
They couldn’t handle being on the edge of the sleeve
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LostAndNotFound |
Normal? |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Why do I care
When to care is just basically to hurt thyself again and again
Why do I torment myself
Knowing that again, I will be pushed away
When the time, comes, that they no longer be with you
Making you the loner
Is it normal
To be on the edge, always tipping the scale, about to fall off
How do they love themselves, when they can’t see what truly matters,
Matters to everyone but them
Am I normal? Always on the edge, never attempting to tip the scale
But watching my weight on the edge, tipping this way and that
The world may never know
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LostAndNotFound |
Being Alone |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Being alone makes me so sad
Makes me wish, I would go mad
Then I could claim the imaginary for my friends
And never lose those that special to me
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LostAndNotFound |
My Heart |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
I don’t know why I cry
I don’t know why I lie
To myself, yet not to them
I hide, inside a little beat ball
Made of tissue and red blood
There are ten inch gates around
But the ball is only one inch high
With inside, waiting to die
I hate being alone
Yet I isolate myself
Pushing those away
I fear will hurt me
So I stay inside my ball
Made tissue, with a fence that has gate
Wondering why no one enter
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LostAndNotFound |
Tears |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
I cried over you
The tears tasted like rain, falling in a midnight sky
I thought you loved me, I knew I loved
Things so perfect, why did they have to die?
I know you lie, to save my heart
But can’t you see, it’s already breaking
You said you loved, I said it back
You were always first, and I was last
So tell me how, you fell out of love
Am I to be the last to fall
For love I still am in
With you
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LostAndNotFound |
Meaning |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
You’ve said it before,
You’ll say it again,
I’ll be there, be your friend, ‘til the end
But when the end comes
When you can see the light shining through
Who is there, for you and your songs?
You’ve lost
Or maybe never found
The true meaning
Of life in the real world
The world in which no one lives
For they have created their own worlds
In which they live, pretending that they have it
The meaning, the source
Of life, of love
In truth, in confidence,
No one has it, no one found it, for it does not exist, it is not there,
This real world in which we believe
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LostAndNotFound |
Isaiah |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
Why did you make him
The way he is?
Why is he so wounded?
Why is he so incomplete?
He doesn’t understand
What he is doing wrong
He just needs a helping hand
Someone who is strong
For he is young
And I love him so much
He is my life
He is all that I need to survive
Please God, let him strive
Please God, help him overcome this
Please God, help my mom and I
We’re hurting inside
At what must be done
Medication they say
Will fix the problem
That until now
I never saw
The person they describe
The person they say he is
It’s not my little angel!
It’s not my little angel!
It’s not him in whom all my love abides!
Yet it must be true
And I mustn’t blame You
For You know the plan
You know I can get through this
Please help me to do this
Please help him and I
To survive
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pinksky |
An amazing win |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
| Wow I can't believe we won....Ok I'm in the Marching Band at my school, I know totally nerdy but i love it anyways its a lot of fun, Last weekend was championships in Modesto, I was so nervous. I was especially nervous when we found out that we where in second place in semifinals..it was really depressing, See last year we won championships in the semifinals and finals, so we were defending champs. Our band directors and instructers said not to worry, and that we could still win it all, But we weren't completly convinced. So we went out there in the finals and gave our best performace ever, it was so exciting everyone was saying that even if we didn't win it would be ok because we just had an amazing performace. So we went out to awards and when they came to 2nd place they didn't say our name...We were so excited ..The announced after that that we were the 2004 Champions and everyone went crazy. |
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pinksky |
Just Me Rambling...respond please |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
| AM i just always on a t the wrong time or does no one ever come on anymore....Maybe i scared them away with my bad poetry...jk..I was just wondering..please respong |
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not_a_poet |
Blog Blog Blog Blog |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
| This is my blog. I have nothing to say. Just wanted to see what this does. |
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Truston |
KZOO SLAM |
Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:33:24) |
I went to the Kalamazoo slam last night. It was awesome. Though the guy who did the disgusting sex poem won the slam. He was last (the dreaded Score Creep) and one of his friends was a judge. It was so not cool. I slammed. It sucked but hey I did it! so who cares!! It's about the fun right!? Yeah Kathy did this totally awesome Star Trek poem...I will try to get the text. Frickin' hilarious.
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