If only we all got lost at the same time

Got out of my bed
Wrote a letter, I'd send it;
Just kidding this letter
will never be out in the world.

So I threw it away and continued my day as a
glorified student that does what she may
regret; does it matter as long we're patter-
ing pittering feet with a beat-
ing heart that takes part.

As I walk down these halls I'm boxed in by these walls
But I think to myself
One day.......

One day I'll see ships and one day I'll kiss lips but for now
I'll be walking through doors with an exit route
Exactly the same as the one that I entered through
Originality:
scarce
I think as I pair up with friends to discover
the truths already been found wish my hair was unbound
Because then I would sail away....

To gold and treasures
My very frail
Fairy tale
Spun from my head
I got out of my bed

[Insert Title Here]

Now I'm listening to pop
Eating peanut butter off a spoon
Dancing through my kitchen
Eating, listening
Peanut Butter, pop
And it's all due to you
That I don't have to be so strong all the time
Sad things are not the only meaningful things
If we really wanted to, we could make frizzy pigtails the hairdo of tomorrow
Swing, discover, explore, empower, love, laugh
Living is a verb that is past, present, and future.
If anyone asks what is true, tell them maybe Everything.
Write poems on post-it notes and post them everywhere.
What if everyone did that? It would be a beautiful world, full of feeling and understanding. And color and handwriting.
We could do it if we had no fear. :)
Who's with me?

MY Headphone.

Teardrop on the keyboard.
No--
teardropS
Nails are bitten. I never bite my nails.
I have no reason to be sad.
No reason.
None.
But still
I thought-
but now I I I
can't can't breathe
Whenh I thihitihnk
So I make moore shpelling misasdtakes.
October. What. depression. In the weather. And me and you well maybe not you but YOU yes depres. You know I'm not listening to your effing problems righrt nows., I'm writing a
POem!!!!!
Who knew I was a fortune teller?

Swing

Around us the trees
They sway, bend, and break
A million of the populace keep
Making all the same mistakes
A porch, a bench
A pumpkin
A sunset watched,
then unwatched
then missed
then... kissed
Another town...
Dead
Another town...
to bed
and thinking
Are we holding this world or can this world hold its own?
Can this playground be mastered by mere flesh and bone?

Green

Sew up you mouth
Then rip
off the stitches and
Bleed down your lip
Words slip
From your mouth.

Stitches

Gradually
[Like I don't even notice]
I begin
[Without meaning to?]
Forgetting.
Just Letting
Everything
Go.
Which is good!
Or no?
Erased from
Lists of
Problems
But when
its back
Well then
I'll know what I lack
And it will not be good
no, not good
I brood on whether
This weather
will pass
and if
Anything ever will
Last.
or i think
chain links
will they ever meet?
I'm beat.
Which path?
Calm then emotional wrath?
Or constant heart
Ache ?
Constant Partly-Awake?

DaGgeR

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Or not
to be
is NOT
in
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the
QUESTion ?! @
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or
forGET.
To SLay X
or to
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the pain )
or to
DROWN *-_
in the
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old

I have a name and I take all the wrong chances

I have a name and I take all the wrong chances.
I have lots of great friends and one bad one.
I love to read but sometimes I think it might be easier if I didn't.
I'm always loud and I wish that I was either loud in a better way or quiet.
I like my eyes.
Sometimes I stay up late and read with a flashlight under the covers.
And sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wish I was a dog, or a rabbit or mouse.
I would risk choking on my own words if it meant that I could put certain ones back into my mouth and let other ones flow out with more confidence than I posses.
I have been told that I am domineering, rude, and a bad friend.
I love romance movies and letters and blank pages.
I believe I may have been born into the wrong time period.
When I'm home alone I sing, and loud.
And when I sing I play. The piano. Songs.
And I make sure all the windows are closed.
I'm awkward around new people.
I hate change, except for paint colors on walls, they don't bother me really.
I think I overreact, but I don't know if other people think I do. I hope they don't because I can't stand people who are melodramatic.
I know people who know me but don't understand me. I have friends who do both.
And someone out there understands me but doesn't know me.
And the one thing I would actually go for in life is not in a position to be gone for.
And today I decided I'm tired of being strong.

Absence

It's a long awaited freedom but also a sadness
It's terror and crying but also it's gladness
This feeling is new but I'm glad that I feel it
And you can only control it when you know how to deal it
So take a few lessons on being a cardshark
But whatever you do don't play guns in the dark.
Because ready or not, all gifts leave a mark.

Mortal Mask

I think I should start referring to you as them
Since you seem to have trouble settling on a personality.
But, then, I'm not one to be lecturing....
I play the same game as you.
We all do.
It was the kind of building that was so medical and quiet that even the slightest whisper would have caused people to stare. It made her want to shout and defy. It also made her want to hide in the shadows and never speak again.
No one's ever been the conversation initiator like that. I'm always the question asker.
You have a decent reply to everythig.
It's crazy.
The mirror showed her herself, with rosy cheeks from the bonfire, tearstained. Her face was broken in half, two separate identities. Her right grinned maniacally back at her, the smile accompanied by gashes on her cheek bleeding freely. Deep, dark, thick, deceptive, insane. Left side, mouth was frozen open with a sob (never spoken). Eyes narrowed, glinting, dangerous. Jaw set. In the middle of her mouth her face contorted disgustingly, the price of indecision.