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Age: 16

Location: birds require nothing more than wings , to fly

Joined On: Oct 02, 2006

Occupation: student

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, Emo, pink, Copeland, Snowboard, buttons, the bible, : D., pudding, I live for God and his glory alone

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What bitter tears you shed
behind highschool bathroom doors
They broke you heart so many times with the darkest eyes
turning yours red
You wrote the book on lonliness
1 million pages long and counting
Take your time to close your wounds
Stop your heart from beating so they can't
let their lies ring in your head
until it overloads again
If we, you, I, us are one
I 'm sick of being you so I quit
Its not worth it to be broken
on your endless rocks of shame
God free me from this maniac
a the reflection not the source
I broke you smooth glass heart on the bathroom floor

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March 20

I'm having fun writng my poems but no one is reading them : P

EXODUS
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes
Sneaks in through the cracks in the aged wall
As she climbs the stair waiting for what she does not know
The darkness stirs as shadows come to life
The shadows strike fear to the heart of the brave
Although they are simply mists and lack of illumination
What isnt there and cant be faced is more terrifying
Than the seven headed monster which might be defeated.
Within the house she gently stepps across the rug
In the gray of morning light fears were dimmed but reality,
Dropped like a heavy curtain, can not be shred or drawn back
In the face of truth the myths fade and die away The coloration of fact
tints the inky blackness until it is no longer dark but light
and morning comes at last but with departure from the house
tears are shed at the loss of fantasy with the bereavement of mystery
reality seems too steeled and icy to face alone but with another by her side
she left the house for reality, truth was after that not cold, but warmth receiving and tender
begging her to dance on a thousand hills and return to the house is unthinkable
with him dancing by her side returning becomes the myth.

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March 2

heres one more

Dusty Piano Keys
Perfection and contentment sprinkled on a face
Im perfectly happy in a perfectly happy moment
But my burning heart warms my frozen body.
Lights reflected on silver look prettier they are
Softer and gentler more beautiful and deeper
A flower would be perfect if it never died
Gazing through the window my life feels like that swing out there
never going anywhere only back and forth

And now its winter, after Christmas but still before spring
The red and green neon lights flicker on the empty streets
My life is on play and on pause with a song caught somewhere in the middle
Its later than Id care to be out alone and a fake smile just wont cut it
Chipping yellow paint on the porch and a tv meal for dinner
The prospects are dismal but I think I might make it on my dusty piano keys and rusty violin strings.

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March 1

my peotry sucks because its all wrong but this one's for the band Heroic Me.

A Poem for Heroic Them
You are a small part
So tiny and totally unimportant
Check back, what am I saying
You probably saved a life or ten today
Your musical parade of lyrics
In its own mystical way.
You illuminated the road
for someone on the end of a fraying rope
about to tear and fall headlong
but perhaps theres a chance
the heat from your light set the rope a blaze
then it snapped all the quicker
and the one that fell had you to thank
for the fall from the end to the end of there life
but then again maybe they climbed away safely
to be heard of again and thanked you
for the fall from the end to the start.

If any one from Heroic Me ever reads this please just dont kill me Im not the one you want I just write what I can and pray someone likes it.

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March 1

another peom for everyone who doesn't want to read it.

Fake Smile

Frustration and rage anger
and misunderstanding

choices confusion
comparison and backstabbing

all of these build upon each other
reaching the sky with their crushing
weight of judgment and hatred

all alone in this world of injustice,
I call this place home A place
I have known since before I recall

Dramatic entrances and exits,
Tears shed, hearts shred,
Immortal scars have left
eternal bonds in ribbons

putting on a faade to fool them
into thinking its all ok, no one was hurt

but its not ok, a knife was shoved
deep into a throbbing heart
stop fooling yourself you know the truth.