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Okay, so I'm feeling a bit down. And feeling a bit foolish. Yes, this does actually have something to do with my life.

 

I didn't love him.

He was just... there

We had good times,

We smiled together.

We hugged, we kissed,

We constantly held hands,

But we rarely talked.

I decided it was over,

I was sick of the awkward silence.

Now that we're not us,

He finally speaks to me

And I speak to him.

He now talks to other girls,

And I should be happy for him,

Yes?

Instead, there is jealousy,

Of what I had

And what I threw away carelessly

The body that I cannot hold,

The lips I cannot kiss,

The hand I cannot hold,

And now I question myself...

Do I really not love him?

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Heeey. I realized I had this thread here and I'd made other threads with random poems. Might as well go back to this. XD

 

Throw your life away,

You'll find that I'm indifferent.

Life goes on.

There is no romance in death,

If I died and found you killed yourself,

I'd then surely turn away

For me to be a cause of death

For someone who I loved

I wouldn't love you

You should've lived

Because there is no romance in death.

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Heeey. I realized I had this thread here and I'd made other threads with random poems. Might as well go back to this. XD

 

Throw your life away,

You'll find that I'm indifferent.

Life goes on.

There is no romance in death,

If I died and found you killed yourself,

I'd then surely turn away

For me to be a cause of death

For someone who I loved

I wouldn't love you

You should've lived

Because there is no romance in death.

You have so many talents! You are amazing. :)

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Just... a poem...

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Outside she seems alright

Maybe a bit strange

Loved, pretty

Just a girl

Who's got it great

Or so it seems

But inside she's broken

It's not the normal

She's lost her mind

She doesn't know

What's in existance

Or feeling

Or mind.

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Oddly... indifferent.

A dream turned nightmare...

A death gone unnoticed...

A divided land...

A done for lad...

A drunken man...

Oddly... I'm indifferent...

 

Hmm... I don't know. It's somewhat of an idea for a story.

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Oddly... indifferent.

A dream turned nightmare...

A death gone unnoticed...

A divided land...

A done for lad...

A drunken man...

Oddly... I'm indifferent...

 

Hmm... I don't know. It's somewhat of an idea for a story.

Interesting thoughts.

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Oddly... indifferent.

A dream turned nightmare...

A death gone unnoticed...

A divided land...

A done for lad...

A drunken man...

Oddly... I'm indifferent...

 

Hmm... I don't know. It's somewhat of an idea for a story.

Interesting thoughts.

I don't believe I've ever read a story anything like that. I think I should write that story...

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Oddly... indifferent.

A dream turned nightmare...

A death gone unnoticed...

A divided land...

A done for lad...

A drunken man...

Oddly... I'm indifferent...

 

Hmm... I don't know. It's somewhat of an idea for a story.

Interesting thoughts.

I don't believe I've ever read a story anything like that. I think I should write that story...

I agree! I think this would make a great story line.

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Oddly... indifferent.

A dream turned nightmare...

A death gone unnoticed...

A divided land...

A done for lad...

A drunken man...

Oddly... I'm indifferent...

 

Hmm... I don't know. It's somewhat of an idea for a story.

Interesting thoughts.

I don't believe I've ever read a story anything like that. I think I should write that story...

I agree! I think this would make a great story line.

Insanity of the thoughts are great. =D

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You know, maybe I need inspiration to write for the club I'm in, Kopa, which is a literary club where we judge poems and stuff and we can submit stuff... more poetry now...

 

What is this?

An abnormal silence,

Where my ears are splitting with pain

What is this?

A view of blank space,

Where my eyes sting as though nettles have hit

What is this?

A feeling of no body,

Where my limbs feel more pain than they ever have

It is... the pain of having not one thing there...

The pain of all pains.

Nothingness.

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You know, maybe I need inspiration to write for the club I'm in, Kopa, which is a literary club where we judge poems and stuff and we can submit stuff... more poetry now...

 

What is this?

An abnormal silence,

Where my ears are splitting with pain

What is this?

A view of blank space,

Where my eyes sting as though nettles have hit

What is this?

A feeling of no body,

Where my limbs feel more pain than they ever have

It is... the pain of having not one thing there...

The pain of all pains.

Nothingness.

You continue to amaze me! How multi-talented you are. :D

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You know, maybe I need inspiration to write for the club I'm in, Kopa, which is a literary club where we judge poems and stuff and we can submit stuff... more poetry now...

 

What is this?

An abnormal silence,

Where my ears are splitting with pain

What is this?

A view of blank space,

Where my eyes sting as though nettles have hit

What is this?

A feeling of no body,

Where my limbs feel more pain than they ever have

It is... the pain of having not one thing there...

The pain of all pains.

Nothingness.

You continue to amaze me! How multi-talented you are. :D

Thank you. :D I never take a long time to write a poem. I just write what I happen to type, sometimes it is as though I'm possessed because I don't think while writing it. XD

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You know, maybe I need inspiration to write for the club I'm in, Kopa, which is a literary club where we judge poems and stuff and we can submit stuff... more poetry now...

 

What is this?

An abnormal silence,

Where my ears are splitting with pain

What is this?

A view of blank space,

Where my eyes sting as though nettles have hit

What is this?

A feeling of no body,

Where my limbs feel more pain than they ever have

It is... the pain of having not one thing there...

The pain of all pains.

Nothingness.

You continue to amaze me! How multi-talented you are. :D

Thank you. :D I never take a long time to write a poem. I just write what I happen to type, sometimes it is as though I'm possessed because I don't think while writing it. XD

That's fantastic!!!

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So, I'm just putting this here, but it's portraying an actual event and it's more of lyrics. XD

 

Losing Her (Another One of Her Disasters)

 

He never was one to cause problems,

He had always been the helpful type.

But then she came to like him,

Another recipe for her disasters.

 

They spent a lot of time together,

He knew she liked him,

So, he said hey why not.

Little did he know of her cruel ways.

 

To him she seemed like such an angel,

Somehow everyone else thought so too,

The ones who knew thought she changed,

But the end cries certainly not.

 

They were together for only so long,

She lied to his face.

She told him she just wanted to be friends,

And that was just another one of her lies.

 

She said, "Don't come back here.

I don't want anything to do with you.

There's nothing else left to say.

Don't you dare talk to me."

 

He said, "Why are you acting this way?

What happened to being friends?

I have so much more to say to you.

But apparently I can't."

 

Miss Center of Attention cried.

She turned their friends against him,

Said he was stalking her,

And now he can't come back.

 

He can't come back to his friends,

He can't come back to help us all,

No, he can't come back to teach.

It's all because of her accusations.

 

Few of us see right through her,

They all think she's an angel,

A year later she still hates him,

Another recipe for disaster complete.

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