This is the reasons why I don't like clowns They are evil and ugly and scary and Just stupidly funny retarded

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At times

At times it seems so if you love me but in school you act like so if you didn't care at times you tell me you love me but at school you refuse to notice I'm there at times you whisper that theres no1 else but me but in school you're with every1 but me at times you would tell me that you would never set me free but at school you don't pay attention to my plea at times you tell me that our love is true but in school u act so if we had never met at times you say love is only for us two but at school of close to me, you never want to get at times you hold me real tight but in school you seem to always let go at times you never seem to want to fight but at school thats all you to do this love that we have is proving to everyday that you don't seem to treasure what you have and soon our love may...be lost and far gone.

Rythm of a heartbeat

When you feel your heartbeat it is only a rhythm. A rhythm which keeps you existing. Without it you are no more. But the heart is only an object. When you take this object there is no more. The world spins because of this object. This rhythm. The constant rhythm that never stops. But no physical things last forever. For this beat, this beating of the object may and will stop. When it does, will the world? No. So does this object really account for you living. It depends on what you really think living is. Is it what drives this object or what this object drives. And still, this object keeps you. And you wonder....

Just A Thought

x-Cuts and bruises don't always have to be on the outside,You can get hurt just as bad or worse on the inside.Sometimes we say hurtful things that we don't really mean,Put maybe its from all the pressure of being a teen.We don't realize the things we say really hurt people bad,We don't actually think that we have the power to make a person become depressed and sad.But the truth is we have this power and more,But it is all up to you to slam or hold open the door.You are right, it's a big decision to make,But it all depends on the path you choose to take. - x

Typical Teenager

What do you think of, when teenagers come to mind? Do you think they are destructive?Or maybe a different kind? Can you picture the vandalism, And compare it to your time? Or do you think of parties, With drugs and crime? All these stereotypes That go around these days Can turn your thoughts Into a foggy haze Did you ever think, That they might be wrong? Do you think it is possible, that you’ve been misguided all along? Have you considered,The good that we have done? How we have helped our world,That we will soon run? Look around Without a blink We are not as bad As you think. I mean, look at me I'm thirteen without a rap sheet A brain that is intelligent creative and unique. Poetry is my life, my feeling, and insperation so tell wat's the "Typical teen" wat's your interpetation? You can't say that teens are destructive non thinking and not sure, beacause if you believe what people say then i think you're the one that's immature. So we take life different paths maybe not always the right choice but degrading us cause of the sterotypes just makes up lift or voice. so before believing wat society has to say your "typical teenager" will soon be honored some day.

SeLf InJuRy

Hurting myself is the worst I've ever done that's why we need to end because the more I love the less I get. And I would be hurting myself. Because I know that you will hurt me but I continue to love you. Just like my glass. I love my glass but somehow I am realizing that hurting myself gets me nowhere. It just leaves me broken. Being with you is like my self mutilation. Cause everytime you hurt me I hurt myself.

Hurt for life

Don't act like you have done this before you don't know me so don't ask anymoreI am not your daughter so get that straight You don't even understand, and it's to late Just leave me alone, you have only seen one side You don't know what that women did, you don't know her lies You think you can tell me that you understand But you don't know the whole truth so tell me how you can It is not possible, you just don't realize That forever in my life, thanks to that women, I'm traumatized

Throwing it away

Desperate for something more looking whole, but feeling torn feeling hurt, but no one knows if they do, it never shows you think that I'm happy but you don't know me you just see my "smile" I'm hurting all the while wont do anything bad i wont cut when I'm mad i dint wanna hurt insidebut i dunno how much longer i can hide every night i cry myself to sleep i don't want anyone to see me weep bitter tears are all i know more than i should, i want them to go but they wont leave if i don't try so to my pain, i say goodbyeI'm choosing a smile, one i know is trueI'm choosing a life, I'm changing it right on cueif i didn't do this before, i could have done something wrongif i didn't change, it wouldn't have been longI'm taking this pain, and throwing it awayaway it will go, away it will stay

Little girl sitting on the stairs, don't be afraid of the things you see, close your eyes and imagine God it there, and keep Him in your dreams. Little girl your tears fall down your soft face, you hide in your room, and weep like nothings OK ,and when you walk to your table be thankful theres food. Little girl your agony is way too deep, you have to get out of that war, and find God and follow his lead, and He will keep you from going too far. Young girl your laughs are lost, your cries are found, your heart gets raw, and you feel like you can't stay off the ground. Little Girl one day you will fly,on day when your dreams come true, you can spread your wings and you can stop the cry, all you have to do, is believe in you...

Who say's you can't loose what you never had?

You can't loose what you never had, you might think you had something that wasn't even there. The feeling was all in your head, and its driving you mad, to reach back for that one thing that you really never even had. It sounds pathetic and it really is, how can you loose something you never had? As sad as it sounds, you really can loose something you never had. The feeling of being close to someone, when there were no connections, no strings attached, no worries involved. You never really had something but what you had was beautiful, and something that you never could say you had, but at the same time you lost it all together. You can't loose what you never had, but if you never really had it, how can it be that you loose it?

Daddy's Day (plz read!! though it's kinda long)

Today was Daddy's Day at school, and I couldn't wait to go. But but mommy tried to tell me, that I probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if i went to school alone. But the I went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad I never seen a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called my name every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there."Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out."She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend me, as i smiled up at my Mom. And I looked back at my teacher, who told me to go on. And with hands behind my back, slowly I began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you all to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart." With that, my little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling my own heartbeat, beneath my favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, my mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For I stood up for the love of a man not in my life. Doing what was best for me, doing what was right. And when I dropped my hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, I finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then I close my eyes, and saw him there that day. And to my mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence I called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

To a friend that feels more than friendship

You complimented so often Each and every day On the gestures and smiles and actions You pass out along the way. Yet my words never break silence Always floating in my mind And if you ever interpret my smiles I know that you will find A chain of words with meanings That would touch you deep inside They paint a beautiful picture of what I have to hide. Of how I feel about you and what I see in you This very beautiful person That's so wonderful through and through. He shares his time with others And hands out laughter and smiles To make those around him happy As they travel their weary miles. But as I look at this person That gives and rarely receives I wonder if I can make him feel That in him I truly believe And as I see you pass out joy The compliments leap out And I wonder if you hear my smiles While I never open my mouth. For I can not let them out you see As they would get in the way Of you just being friends with me Each and every day.

HaPPy BiRtHdAY MoMmY (March 11, 2005) Dearest Mother, today is your birthday, and a happy one I hope it to beI know I am a handful and you have to put up with a lot of the times when I mess upI wanted to thank you and tell you how I admire you for never giving upI want you to know how much I love you, even more when you help me through what has come my wayI am glad you are my mother, and care enough to show love, even though when it is not through the words you sayYou are wonderful, in my eyes and to me, a real hero you will, to me, always beYou might not always be happy with everything I put you through, but I want you to know, I am sorry for all the things wrong I doYou do not have to have the latest hairstyles or clothes because you are great just the way you areTo be truly happy, you do not need those thingsAll you need is the love I hope as your daughter, if not all the time, at least sometimes bringsI love you Mommy, very much in deedYou have done so much, and have always helped me in times of needI wrote this poem to let you know who much I love and want to thank youMomma, today is your birthday and I hope this poem is a great enough giftAnd your day, I hope I liftHappy Birthday Mom and thank you againI know I am a handful, and when I argue with you, and I am in the wrong, after much thought, I am glad you always winHappy Birthday to the dearest mother of allI love you!Your Daughter

Why do you wait till the end?

Why do you wait till the end? When I found the Love that i was looking for. Why do you wait till the end to tell me that you love me and you want me back? You make me confused you make me think too much? I don't know what to do I love you and I want you. But he needs me and he wants me. But I'm confused because you make me run back. Run back and rewind to the beginnings. When you hurt me the first time and the second time. I don't want this to happen again. I can't take the pain that makes go insane. That makes me want leave you both and never com back. I wish someone can understand me my feelings and not say i shouldn't have pain. I wish you know how i feel now and the other days. That you make me feel whole even if you're not part of me.

Feel what you feel

When you are mad i cry when you are mad i cut it helps me sooth the pain,you see the cuts you dont care. All you say is "your stupid" its not stupid i hurt myself, when you break my heart.