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Confesions of a broken heart All I ever thought about was him.Was he any special ? Was he worth the tears that are now streaming my cheeks ? This time I have to say that he did.He is special and he is worth a ton of tears.

He was my special twisted fantasy.I knew I couldn't nor wouldn't have him.He was so close to me yet so far.We were from different worlds but when those worlds collided, we've met.

He was the worst crash I ever had yet the best kind of guy that I'll ever love.This time was different, I've said I'd fight anyone for him, I would've done anything just to be his friend, his buddy but it all fell apart.I fell apart.

The only thing that kept me from ev

PoetryIf poetry is art,
shouldn't mine be better?

Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?

Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.

At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.

Small ThingsHave you ever heard of the saying
'Good things come in small packages'
It is true
I may be small in size
But is that all you care about?
Why do you care about my small mistakes?
But not my big accomplishments
I may seem small on the outside
But I am big and strong
As you will ever be
Sadly all you care about
Is the small things

MusicMusic, such a passionate manner of expression
The amount I practice comes close to an obsession
Whether I play the piano, or pluck away at guitar strings,
It all helps me to keep my mind off of darker things

Break the MirrorThe straight A student,
The artist of the class,
The Head Prefect of the school,
Always following the rules.

Glasses, book in hand, pen in another,
Walk straight,
Left foot, right foot, left foot.
Eyes ahead.

Greetings at the corridor,
Farewells during dismissal,
Home again
Books open.

Sun down, sun up
Get to school,
Greet classmates,
Lessons begin.

Glasses, book in hand, pen in another,
Walk straight,
Left foot, right foot, left foot.
Eyes ahead.

. . .

I want to break this mirror.
And see my true self.

RainbowRed, orange, yellow,
green, blue and violet;
a loud fresco of colors
refracted in beautiful silence

At the end I find my pot of gold,
enough to fulfill my every dream,
but sitting alone with such wealth,
without you, dreams can't be the same.

So please, tell me how you really feel,
so these dreams can finally be real

Stop TryingI am who I want to be,
so stop trying to change me.
Tell me that I look that way,
I don't care for another day.
I'm not your barbie,
I'm not your toy.

Roses are RedRoses are red
Violets are blue
Here is an extremely
Lame poem for you
I feel too tired
To even think
So I didnt want
To give something worth a wink
So here is my poem
Yes I know it sucks
But I have buds in my ear
So I dont give a balogna:)

Move on Without YouThe days are long when there's no longer someone I can hold
Without you life is boring and dead
I gave up trying to live and let my whole life unfold
But memories keep clinging in my head

My hands don't feel right anymore without their best friends
Your fingers that were always by their sides
Everything reminds me of you, my heart struggles to mend
My eyes stay looking like I want to cry

My voice and yours when they combine sing the perfect harmony
I can't listen to our song and not break down
When I was with you, everything had its beautiful melody
But all I hear is dead silence now

I keep trying to tell myself that I'm strong en

Writer's blockI have writer's block.
How do I solve this matter ?
what do I write about?
What do I feel?

Vivid words.
Paint no imagination.
Covert heartache.

Suppression of the soul.
No soul?
They all tease me.

Surely someone has to find meaning in my worthless words.

Why do I write?

And it's because I need to.
I never know or understand the hurricane of pain
twirling inside of me.
So after my pen bleeds the ink to the flesh of paper
maybe I can create some clarity.

TrustTrust.
It's something earned,
Not given.

It's like an ember of my heart,
Placed inside yours
To hold and protect.

Extinguishing it or throwing it away
Will break our bond,
It may never be repaired.

Don't try to steal an ember,
For it's not rightfully yours
Until I personally place it in your chest.

Once it's there,
It grows and strengthens
Until it's a fire.

A fire of trust
That can't be extinguished
That can't be thrown out.

It will always be there,
Linking me to you.

Stuck.I want to write a poem but the words won't come out.

I want to sing myself to sleep-
Sing myself a lullaby as I think of him.

His gorgeous smile,
And charming eyes.

The way his hand held mine.

As tears drop on my pillow-
I will keep singing.

Trying to smile.

Because,
He showed me the greatest thing of this world.

He showed me,
Love.

Staring at meI see you daily at school
Like usual your target is locked in place
You're just another fool trying to act cool
Still no smile on your face

We learn
About the history of a cricket bat
I see you turn
What are you looking at?

I go outside
For a break
Whom shall I confide?
Why don't you give me a fair shake?

I'm with my friends
Just randomly talking
You pretend to make amends
Just keep walking and quit stalking

I look away
Stop staring at me!
Just say what you have to say
And let me be

Still your staring makes me weak
Even though I pretend I'm not caring
There are answers that I still seek
But you're still staring

Me. Do you know me?What do you see,
when you look at me?
Do you see me?
Or do you see right through me?
See me insides?
See my blood running through my veins?

What do you think of me?
I don't know that myself.
Of course.
I don't wish to know.
I don't want your opinion.
I only know what I think myself.

Did I wish to know you?
No.
It was random.
Like almost everything else,
that happens in my life.
That or unfortunate.

Do you know me?

If OnlyWhat if I were prettier?
More brave, more skilled.
Would it make you look twice?
Make me feel more fulfilled?

What if I were stronger?
Could I push you away?
Pretend I don’t need you,
To get through each day?

What if I were confident?
Uncaring and free.
Could I fell less unworthy?
Even pleased to be me?

What if I were her?
Would you look at me that way?
Would you think that I’m special?
Even love me some day?

If only these things,
Really could come to pass.
But for now I’m just me,
And you are an ass.

How I wish it were that simple,
That you meant nothing to me.
That I could somehow be able,
To simply bre

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Twitter is for telling the world every single thing you do.
Facebook is for saying the thoughts that only you choose.
Formspring is for your self esteem to be attacked with a strafe.
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