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as the rain fell down.As the rain fell down
I felt it cleansing my soul.
Washing over my frown
That the laughs couldn't console.
Like a cool summer breeze
The water felt so pure.
For my disease,
the rain is the cure.
50 words.It's dark and raining as I'm sitting at the traffic lights, waiting for them to change.
A song I like comes on the radio so I turn it up louder. Too loud.
I can't hear the screams telling me to watch out for the car that hits me from behind.
Milk flavoured jelly beansNot being able to say
What I truly feel
Although I seem like I've lost my way
I won't need much time to heal
My heart is like a piece of debris,
Battered and worn, I'm a terrible host.
It's the scars you don't see
That torment me the most.
That bitch can die
Or I'll go first
You can't run with a knife in your thigh
Yeah... make her live with my curse.
But people don't care about others
They only worry about themselves.
Why would anyone bother my mother
About my state of mental health?
OppositesAlthough I am quiet
you're loud and bombastic.
I choose to use recyclable bags,
you prefer to use plastic
I'd enjoy a quiet night in
You want to go to a concert.
I cringe at the mere thought of pain,
you don't mind when you're hurt
If something is impossible,
you do it with ease.
When I would say "thank you",
you always say "please"
I may not know much
but I know this for a fact:
It is truly intriguing
how opposites attract.
Let the dark embrace me..."Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as you cry.
This phase will not erase me
From in front of your eyes.
My heart is still beating
but there's not long to go.
Life and death competing
to get me to go.
Your tears mix
and merge with my blood
like water and dirt
both mix to make mud.
It's not an eclipse
but the light is becoming shy.
"Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as I die...
Burn in hell
If I can stand
That brimstone smell.
Land in the pit
In which I fell,
Once I'm there,
Proceed to yell,
"I CAN'T FIND MORE WORDS THAT RHYME WITH HELL!!"
Diary of a Female, Yaoi-Obsessed OtakuDAY ONE! (´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
crusts of toast in the napkin on my lap
as I hum my favorite Vocaloid songs,
or maybe some from Uta no Prince-sama!
ah, Mom packed a bento again,
I say ve~ and I whisper,
“Notice me, senpai,”
whenever the teacher won’t
look at me and my hand is
I own at least six plushies,
lots of figurines,
(a dakimakura or two…)
and posters of sexy
and silly personified nations.
I wanna be a matryoshka for Halloween,
or maybe even the Female Titan,
OH! how could I forget
Haruhi or even Yuno.
…oooh, I could be a boy.
I’ve seen Boku no Pico
and I spite people by saying
it’s one of my favorite animes
and that they should
DAY TWO! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
tidbits of Japanese pierce
and it’s hilarious to curse at my
uncool, un-otaku friends
as I skip to school
in my uniform, a stick of Pocky
CommantaryOh comma, thou little half-bent mark
Which shows us when to pause
Else our reading be too stark.
Yet, overused, I think, and see,
You laid upon the page,
Overbearing, we will read,
And quit, else harm our head.
Remember then, my little friend
Be judicious in thy placement;
Or could I say, to be frank
Use some comma sense.
Middle Aged Man in a College Town Coffee ShopHe's lost
But at least he's lost with confidence
As if he had walked into your house and pointed out
-Very snidely, I might add-
That the blueberry yogurt you're eating right now?
That's the last cup
And all that's left
He hates strawberry
It's not just the coffee shop though
Ostentatiously tucked away as it may be
But he's lost in himself too
He's lost his hair
He's lost his order
And he's lost his own clothing
Having gone through your closet and taking some of yours
After choking down the inadequate yogurt
But most of all
He's lost in his notes
Stacks upon stacks of them
Which wait impatiently like public servants
Who just cannot believe
That out of all the public's
Is the one they have to serve
Cornered and lost myself
Can tell he's not reading them
He's flipping pages much to quickly for that
His bushy eyebrows uniting under a wrinkled frown
With a befuddled look on his face
But no glasses
Must've misplaced those as well
This Is Just To SayI have stolen
that were in
you were probably
to wear tomorrow
they were delicious
and so warm
--The Laundry Gnome
My little sister's version Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Something is smelly,
Must be you.
Open SoulIm not good with words.
But you see.
When I love you.
As a friend or as your man.
I care, like hell.
I'm down for you.
I'm there for you.
Just the best for you.
Made mistakes and learned.
But overall just want to see the joy and laughter.
In your soul.
You're my friend.
Especially If you're my female friend.
No doubt. I want to make love to your soul,
thru your body.
Give you everything you've been missing.
If you're my male friend.
...best of luck lol but I love you the same way.
Beat you in some games, compete,
and find you that girl that'll blow your mind to heaven.
Pleasure and freedom is my gift to you.
A gift of life.
If you're my friend, I just want to liberate your soul.
Purge it from the stress and hell of everyday life.
So lets smoke, drink, sleep, eat, fuck and have fun.
Blast music, drive cars, live in the sunset, and explore.
Live like grown children till the day we turn gray.
Because Im not good with words.
I just want to love your open soul.
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