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Passionate BurnShe was a majestic beauty, she was
A true piece of gold
He was a young fool, he was
He could only see her glitter when she shined
She was a radiant sunbeam
Looking for her dark moonbeam
He was a phony piece of stardust
Looking for his star
Together they made a planet
A rough, rocky planet
With the atmosphere full of toxic gases
And burning lava flowing through the land
It didn't start that way
Once full of wonderful, fresh life
It was gorgeous, in it's own way
But beauty fades away with age
Soon no life was there
It was just an empty thing
A big, empty rock
Floating in space
The sunbeam burnt out
The stardust blew across
CandyIt looks delicious and sweet
It sounds like heaven served on a stick
It's so tempting to indulge in
The girl is young and innocent
She takes it and swallows
It lusciously bursts on her tongue
Sweet juices flying everywhere in her mouth
It felt so wonderful
She had never been happier
But then the pain came
For the girl must learn that everything has an aftertaste
Soon the sweet turned sour
Her whole mouth was scorned
With her tongue burning up like the sun
She couldn't speak
It hurt too much
I am EmoI am emo
Dark as night
Skin pale white
And pants oh-so-help-me-God tight
With greasy hair and bangs
That blind me as they hang
"I HATE LIFE!" I sang
Because someone stole my chicken wang
I blast my music through the hall
It bounces off the walls
And is so loud that it makes people fall
And run screaming for the bathroom stalls
I hate having to grin
It burns my chin
It should be a sin
Along with being un-thin
I have much to be depressed about
So I go out, scream and shout
About how I have many doubts
About life and now I must pout
I can be a bit over the top
With my upbeat bops
And punky pop
But I'll never stop
Bring Me to Life: Chapter 2The next day was better...or so I thought.
I rode my new bike to school to show it off to everyone. Don't worry, no one will steal it, I made sure to buy a bike chain to keep it safe.
Surprisingly, when I got to school no one seemed to care about my bike. I was baffled. Had no one seen how AMAZING this bike is?! It had a basket WITH A PICTURE OF HANNAH MONTANA ON IT! It was gorgeous!
After I locked it securely, I ran inside Washington Middle School (I know, first day of middle school! I'm SO big now!) just as the bell rang. Everyone was inside the gym for orientation. I went up in the bleachers and sat next to a girl with long blonde hair
DifferentWhy must I be me?
Why must everyone ignore me?
Why don't they believe me?
Why can't they believe I'm sad?
Why can't they believe I'm hurt?
Why can't they understand
Just because I don't have it as bad as others
I can still be me?
Sad, gloomy, miserable me?
Why must I hide myself behind these doors?
Why must I pretend to be something I'm not?
Why I aren't I important?
Why aren't I worthy of their love?
Why must I be forced in this shell?
This tiny, dark shell
Away from everyone else?
Why must I be this way?
Teddy BearThe pure innocent days of sweet childhood ring through his ears
He can remember it all and live in it if he just tries
But eventually hell comes a knockin'
And he's all alone again
The next day he is gone
Everyone tells themselves he's in a happy place, but in their hearts they know he isn't
Still, they do nothing but ignore
The fact that hell will knock on their door
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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