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Dear Grace Remember Challenge Day Retreat, when you held meDear Grace by ~Freezenpop
When I most needed it
You have no idea how much I appreciated it
Still to this day
It's the greatest thing anyone has ever
Done for me
Because it's the only time I ever remember
Someone being there for me
Please, one more time. I'm falling apart
And I'm so alone
Balance is of Want When two is hadBalance is of Want by ~Freezenpop
And then one lost
Stressed is that to which remains
For only then to compensate
As vanity always gets relief
When a mound of dirt lay near a hole
The mound is moved to fill the hole
And thus creates a surface flat
Devoid of a little too much
Devoid of much too little
The reserved extra
Will stress and stretch to cover
For the creation of barren mediocrity
The product has nothing special
Thus now absolutely flawless
Unlife Ya know, I've never liked it.Unlife by ~Freezenpop
You think I love it
You proclaim it with assurance
That which I told you
Because…
It's what you wanted to hear
I've sacrificed my own happiness
So that you could think you were.
I find solace in little
And only away
Because of this
My days are an unlife
To then be brought up
After, to then be brought down, I return
Return to that of my unlife
That has been forced upon me
So that you would think you were joyous
Because you thought I was
I never wanted it
And you forced me to think I did
It's a struggle to hold on
A struggle of pains and levels
To hold on to who I am
And so? What's for me to
The Phoenix by ~SuirebitTo Be... To be or not to be…To Be... by ~bloodrose83
Is there a question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
If the seat of pride
To suffer the slings and arrows
Pierces not my flesh
Of outrageous fortune
Misfortune's bone
Grate sweetly against madness
Or, to take arms against a sea of troubles
Float away in red
And by opposing
Insanity that will
End them. To die
Thinking treachery is the way
To sleep
Forever if nary a day
I will be
No more
Strewn cold casket in rosy dawn of warmth
And by sleep to say we end
That inheritance
The heartache
Of grief where
The thousand natural shocks that the flesh
Pale and bloodless
Is heir to
In a Will that shall b
dEath of A pRodiGy And the whole town showed up to seedEath of A pRodiGy by ~tsunami49494
The death of the child prodigy
An eerily perfect prophecy
Expectantly, the crowd awaits
They shake the bars of the iron gates
They say he's smart, only fourteen
They say he's extraordinary, and still green
He's out of college
A concert pianist, like Mozart
He doesn't like this world
It's not enough of a challenge
He wants to go see god
Maybe he'll sit at his left
Share some of his knowledge
Such an intelligent young kid
"A breath of fresh air"
"His smile was easy"
He picks up the shot gun
Places the cool gunmetal to his forehead
He's not supposed to do this, he's too good for
Sta.sh
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
//jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
thanks,
//Jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
thanks for the comment. I wrote the poem as a kind of moment feeling or whatever. It only took me a few minutes. Looking back on it, i can't exactly explain what i felt while writing it. I honestly don't remember what the twleve stood for, either. perhaps the time? or the number of times something has happened? i don't know. haha. my own poetry confuses me.
However, i do remember the shirt i was wearing that night. It had black ribbons on it. Don't remember much else.
I like your gallery!
//Jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
have you heard of
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thought I'd let you know to help out