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Addict [15 Mar 2006|09:57pm]

terrifying jump
two hundred feet off of the floor
if she gets enough of it
she'll be wanting even more
heightening your senses
and choking on the high
she can't get enough of it
and don't ask me why
the rush in her brain
and the thrill in her heart
soon the addiction
will be tearing them apart
don't ask me why
don't ask me why
you have a problem girl
a nasty problem girl
don't take another pill
its only a temporary thrill
Pick up your pencil

[30 Jan 2006|07:31pm]
love's got a face,
three rows behind me.
he listens intently to the words
coming from the teacher's mouth.
some days, i wish i were the teacher
just so he'd look at me and listen.
he doesn't know it,
but everytime our eyes meet
my heart begins to beat
faster and faster.
maybe it wasn't meant to be,
but i could swear that
with the meeting of our hands,
i might just have a heart attack.
i hope maybe he'll see
that i've liked him all along.
i've wanted him for so long,
i don't remember anybody else.
maybe we really aren't meant to be,
but my heart seems to believe differently.

wow, that sucked. sorry guys. but i thought i should update, since i haven't in ten million years. it's about a crush i've had for a long time. we used to be in the same english class, but i got switched out. kind of sad. oh well. =)
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[29 Jan 2006|07:51pm]

[ mood | loved ]

When I look around
the fog is dense
I can't see far
past the backyard fence
but then the sun shines
the skies are clear
no inhibitions
I have no fear
You hold my hand
and walk me through
I couldn't have done it
without you
I see the ending
clear skies abound
yet its only the beginning
of what we found

Pick up your pencil

[31 Dec 2005|10:51am]

Happy Holidays everyone! I know this community has been pretty dead for a few months but I wanted to get it going again. Don't forget to post your personal poetry whenever the heck you want! But in spirit of the holidays, I have decided to give you a couple of incentives. We're not going to do contests anymore since its hard to cast votes and everything, so I'm just going to give you topics and if you choose to write on it,then splendid! No pressure, just have a little fun. Okay here are my two topics you guys can write on.

1. Write about either what the holiday season means to you or what you did for vacation

2. I want you write an extremely powerful poem. But heres the catch...it can't be any longer than 4 lines. Go!

So now that you have your topics, WRITE ON!!!
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Chipped Black Nail Polish [30 Nov 2005|06:35pm]

[ mood | creative ]

What does it take
to be the most unique
shouting in a quiet place
or beating down the weak
wearing a t-shirt
of that emo/hardcore band
or slitting your wrists
gain attention if you can
dressing in all black
cutting your hair like no one else
putting smoking, drugs, and
alcohol above all else
getting all A's in high school
be valedictorian if you dare
be the center of attention
then receiving a bomb scare
becoming rich and famous
sure you've had some strife
but have you really done something
with that thing you call a life?
How can you set yourself
aside from all the rest
I wish I knew the way
to for once be the best

Pick up your pencil

short poem [06 Nov 2005|02:27pm]

So much can happen
in an instant
in a moment
you don't even realize
in the blink of an eye
a baby is born
a heart is broken
a first kiss is shared
a loved one just died
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Pretty Little Thing [06 Oct 2005|08:05pm]

[ mood | calm ]

You pretty little thing
if only you knew
all the horrible things
they say about you
You poor little dear
don't believe it? it's true
you can try to hide from them
but it's impossible to do
You can try to run away
and never return
but you'll never erase
that cigarette burn
You sad little creature
I feel so sorry for you
if only, if only
you knew what to do.

Pick up your pencil

LABEL ME! [05 Sep 2005|10:23pm]

I'm just a poor little scencester girl
Living in a crazy world
With guns and blood
Bandanas and blood
I can't think with all these drugs
I'm just a sad, dark gothic girl
Living in a crazy world
With coffins, vampires
Black as night
Hey, who turned out all the light?
I'm just a poor little hardcore girl
Living in a crazy world
With loud music, spiked hair galore
Hey, what's all this screaming for?
I'm just a poor sad emo girl
Living in a crazy world
With breakup songs
Tight clothes, and rain
To my wrists goes all my pain
I'm just a poor little preppy girl
Living in a crazy world
I pop my collar, and yes it's true
I am so much better than you
I'm just a poor unlabeled girl
Living in my own unique world
I wear what I like, I don't care what you say
In case you didn't realize, I do it my way
So next time you tell 'em
"Oh, woe is me!"
Get over yourself
1 created poetry| Pick up your pencil

[17 Aug 2005|02:02pm]

Her heart was as black
As the liner on her eyes
Every morning she woke up
To put on the thick disguise
Dark crimson coats her lips
And mascara on each lash
Her pants rest on her hips
From cigarettes down fall the ash
She hides there in the corner
From the boys who speak the lies
From the girls who spread the rumors
For tears fall from her eyes
Why is she so cruel?
They'd ask
They just didn't understand
The more they spoke about her
The more she couldn't stand
As the anger built inside
So did the blackened heart
She was strong on the outside
But her spirit fell apart.
Her cruel harsh words came out so wrong
From deep down in her soul
The more she tried to defend herself
The more the kids would laugh and scold.
If one strong girl would have helped her
Maybe she'd stay in one part
If one brave person would have lent her a hand
Maybe she wouldnt have had such a black heart.
Pick up your pencil

[16 Aug 2005|10:10pm]

[ mood | artistic ]

The silent scenery
The sun is setting
On the sandy ground
The mountains in the distance
The clouds turning light sable
I try to find words
And yet, I'm not able
No houses made of brick
Or made of wood or stone
Instead I see adobe
Used for every single home
I breathe clean air
For the first time in my life
I gaze out the window
To see stars instead of lights
How beautiful a place can be
I never thought I may
Ever see a town as fair
As resplendent Santa Fe.

Pick up your pencil

it's been six weeks. [16 Aug 2005|08:46pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

so i thought i'd put something in here. i doubt any of you read this anymore, but here:

A quick peak at the sky,
a few words muttered between sighs.
she puts on her make-up
and her shoelaces are tied up.
She’s all dolled up.
But no one can see.
She’s a great actress in different ways.
She doesn’t star in many of the school’s plays.
Kids walking through the hallway in a daze,
High school is as fun as it can be.
Her motto is “Just grin and bear it.”
She’s got nothing to bear with.
Only one thing that she’ll miss.
It’s not a thing, but a he.
She can fool you with a wink of an eye.
She’s the connoiseur of all kinds of lies.
She’s the messenger of hate and despise,

2 created poetry| Pick up your pencil

Trying To Stay Active... [29 Jun 2005|05:20pm]

[ mood | accomplished ]

Hey Guys. I haven't posted anything recently...and thats because I haven't really written anything. But I just found a paper (dated 5-15-05) and it said:

S erious issues

U nravel

I n

C ries for help





Obviously it was unfinnished. So, I just filled it in.


S erious issues

U nravel

I n

C ries for help only seen

I nside my

D ark

E yes



Yes...well. I feel acomplished.

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ahh yess... it's backk... [12 Jun 2005|09:18pm]
[ mood | blank ]

i wrote this last night at four in the morning. it's just a stupid little rhyme thingy. it's not that good. but it got everything out that i needed. it's sad. yes.

I would kiss each finger, and I would touch your face.
I would give up the world just to have your taste.
I could remember all the little things about you,
and I used to adore them. and I still do.
I could reach out and touch your cross-cutout ring.
I could remember what your smile used to always bring.
I would love you all the way, from head to toe.
I would love you, and we could continue to grow.
I would love each and every little scar,
as if it was another universe, another beautiful star.
I could kiss you each morning, and love you just the same.
I could kiss you when you’re angry and when I’m insane.
I could love you with every fiber of my being.
I still love you when I’m not the one you’re seeing.
I would listen to your music day and night
as long as you would listen to me and hold me tight.
I would let you do whatever you wanted to do
as long as you kept saying “baby, I love you.”
I would love you even if you treated me wrong.
I would cry to every single sad song.
I would love you each morning and every day.
I would love everything about you, and your every way.
I think I could love just seeing your wonderful eyes.
I think I could forgive you for all of your painful lies.
I think I could love you more than I would ever know.
I think I could love you until you told me to go.
And even when you tell me to leave, all I can do is mourn.
Because I’ll love you forever, and all I'll feel is torn.

3 created poetry| Pick up your pencil

[12 Jun 2005|11:48am]

She was just an ordinary girl,
trying to find her way in this crazy world.

Homework and Friends, Parties on Friday nights,
she always tried to smile on the outside...

But within, she's screaming, trying to break free,
fighting the pain that claws her heart.

Face to face she never cries,
she won't let you see, the tears are inside.

Though strangers say she's beautiful,
she smashes the mirror, though she's afraid of knives,
she takes steel to skin.

Yet through all her pain, she keeps a grim smile...
she's just an ordinary girl.
Pick up your pencil

[12 Jun 2005|01:27am]
we stand here, as close as two strangers could be.
but we aren't strangers. we're supposed to be close.
we're two different people, two different souls.
but i swear i've let myself be this way.
i could help myself, couldn't i?
it's almost as if my heart is stone.
and i won't let anyone in anymore.
except for once. once when i let him in.
once when i let myself feel real.
once when i let myself feel love.
but that was wasted, thrown away.
and now i feel hopeless, and stupid, and evil.
like i could never let someone in again.
i've tried so many times, and all i've done is hurt.
that's all i've done. and i hate it.
i hate hurting people, and i don't want to.
i've been locked away for so long.
it might as well be real.
1 created poetry| Pick up your pencil

hot tears [04 Jun 2005|01:43am]
[ mood | blank ]

hot tears flow off of my cheek,

right next to my lips.

i wonder why tears taste the way they do.

i'm so worn out on the inside.

like when you wash your favourite t-shirt,

way too many times.

hah, i want to write something beautiful.

but the subject too ugly,

too stupid and sad to write something

so lovely and poetic about.

and it seems that these words i spew

are hateful, or they come out as screams.

i hate what's happening.

i hate this, now, the present.

i tend to reminisce, and you know what?

i like it. a temporary relief of everything

and anything that's happening NOW.

it seems as thought there's a continuous air

of heartache, or depression that hovers over me.

no amount of medicine or friends or conversation

can fix what i feel. i wish they could.

oh, how i wish they could.

i'm so tired, and my body aches.

and most of all, my eyes hurt and sting with hot tears.

and why? because i can't help myself.

i'm too small, too weak, and i pity myself.

because i'm just a stupid girl in a big world.

and i'm going crazy. and i've let myself go.

just as i've let these hot tears fall

and scald my ever smiling face.


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Foward Thinking [30 May 2005|08:03pm]

[ mood | cold ]

Have you noticed that I like to write in red? haha... ok.


Our everlasting bonds now seem a lot shorter

All of our words suspended in time

What was once a distant thought

Is now steadily approaching

Don't think about it too much

We don't want you do disappear just yet.


We try not to talk about it

But when we do, we laugh it off

It seems so far away

We have plenty of time


Look a little harder

Its closer than you think

And with the blink of an eye the day is here.


Many tears are shed

Those of laughter, happiness, or sadness

It all depends on how you look at it


I am dreading this day that is coming for me

But I'm anxiously awaiting the days that follow it.

5 created poetry| Pick up your pencil

[28 May 2005|01:00am]
[ mood | blah ]

so lately i've been feeling antisocial.
told my shrink, and he said i need a man.
a man for what? i says to the doc.
well, a man to please you 'round the clock.
well, i says, i'm fine just the way i am.
but i'll tell you a thing or two.
i wouldn't mind a pill or maybe five.
a smile on my face would be quite nice.
a pill just wouldn't work, the doctor tells me.
i'll tell you what won't work, doc.
this routine you've implanted in your head.
it's like you're recording every thing i've ever said.
and one more thing, i says with a smile on my face.
i got myself a man, and he's pretty damn nice.
but one thing i will tell you
is that he's got the greatest eyes of blue.

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[26 May 2005|06:19pm]

i look at all the girls on MTV,
and wish it could be me,
but is that reality?

society is far harsher than any judge in court,
and the verdict in favor of a hot body.

so what fate is left to the genuinely nice,
or the artistic soul? doesnt everyone deserve to be held and loved?

the mirror hangs on the wall, mocking my every move.
i have to watch what i eat,wear the right vlothes, be down with the latest style

Pick up your pencil

[25 May 2005|05:26pm]
[ mood | bored ]

supposing happiness can be bought,
by those cute little shoes on the fifth aisle,
or the darling lipstick at the top of the display.
happiness is relative, and elusive, but hey.
we can buy it, and we will.
i saw him buying a cd once.
i wonder if his money makes him feel anything.
he never felt anything before.
i used to feel so happy with him.
i did, i honestly did, and money wasn't a factor.
just being able to hold his strong hand,
or kiss his strong lips just the same.
it made me smile, and i never once thought about
ever ever leaving his side for a moment.
but i guess i wasn't making him happy.
not happy enough, so there she was.
the lady in red, but more like a girl in a hottub.
i was like the black stillettos, sexy, but dull.
so he went for the bright pink ones instead.
i suppose sex can make a person happy.
but for me,
those little red shoes with the straps work just fine.

Pick up your pencil

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