December 2011
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Gray
There is a girl who goes by the name of Jade- A simplistic thinker living in this complicated world. It’s safe to say Jade is color blind, being that everything in her sight is black and white. Even on the clearest days she never looks up to a sky of crystal blue, just a vast sea of the same neutral color as the day before. When the sun rises in the morning, the objects around her do not come...
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There’s a certain kind of sadness That becomes an addiction There’s an ache in our heart A tear ready to fall It’s a relief when we get a fix That’s when we know we’re alive When we can feel again.
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She is broken Not her bones Not her skin Her soul She is hollow Behind her eyes Lies nothing Lacking words There she sits Questioning the day away.
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The Gang...
Happiness is a tease- Always gone by morning
Anger is too passionate- With the mouth of a sailor
Depression is destructive Equipped with razors, pills, and goodbye notes
Love is a thief- With distracting eyes and quick hands
Trust is never heard from, So therefore untrustworthy
Sadness is a true friend Patient and always close by Familiar and comforting Open arms always ready to hold ...
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called...
– Stephen Chbosky
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through...
– Pablo Neruda
I hugged...
Myself, and I liked it.
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The dead art...
Girl: Love is a dead art, I'd say. Along with compassion, empathy, and so on.
Guy: I agree. Well, not dead, just lost and rare.
Girl: I'll stick with dead.. at least if i think it's dead i won't be pathetically looking for it. It'll be something that lived a good life and now is laid to rest, peacefully.
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Lxve
Wicked little vice
Oh how you tempt
Tease and torture
Subconscious weight
Conscious defeat
Innocent eyes
Hidden dark lies
Tricky, tart, and tough
Never did I think of “love”
In such viscous ways
Stuck in this predicament
Stuck with the blues
Stuck with the feeling
Of losing me to you
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Broken
I look down at the ground you walk on I search and I search to no avail I see nothing that reminds me of me So why am I treated equally? Your feet weigh heavy Your soiled shoes stain I can’t seem to rid of them I am stained Each step hurts more and more Each shuffle pushes me farther down I am stuck here No distinction between me and the ground
I am nothing.