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Who are u to judge meWho are you to judge me? you with your perfectly coifed hair And perfect nails. You think your better, But you’re not you have no sense of the real world beyond the tip or your nose, When will you get thatWho are u to judge me
The world reaches beyond
Its not about the money, Or the fame, Or the power, It’s about the friendships The heartaches The experiences that compromise your sanity Life is about making mistakes and making them often It’s about learning from those mistakes and making them again for good measure
When will u realize that
by ~rainrocksmyworld
UntitledThis sucks so much I’ve liked you for so long and you’ve never understood I liked you and you liked me and then I lost patience in waiting and gave up… But now I know for sure that there is just no chance You like her,Untitled
and that is cool,
I play it off like its no big deal, But really,
it kills me,
all I want is for it to be me,
That’s selfish isn’t it… It can’t and won’t be me, Maybe because I waited to long, Maybe it was even intentional,
I just don’t know anymore
But either way, Just like every other time, I a
by ~rainrocksmyworld
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Broken Heels and Bullet HolesI'd pluck all the stars from the sky And hand them to you in a paper bag If it'd make you turn around If it'd make you look back againBroken Heels and Bullet Holes
I traced a heart in the steam on a car window tonight And just like mine it bled until it was nothing Nothing at all And I could almost see your face smiling at me
Sometimes when you smile it's more threatening than when you don't I almost wish you'd look away sometimes But when you do, I want you to look back at me And when you do, I almost think your eyes are blue
I get lost in your eyes so often I should know
by ~milpalabras
Untouched“Everything falls apart/ Even the people who never frown/ eventually break down.” —from “Pushing me Away” by Linkin ParkUntouched
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The room is cold and empty; it contains nothing but graffiti-stained walls, angry voices from angry people. There is nothing else here. The only light comes in from the window on the wall farthest from the door, streaming in through closed blinds. The blinds, tattered and worn from misuse, reluctantly let the light into the room. In the corner she sits and counts the offenses against her. The wounds are invisible; they made sure of that. However invisible, t
by ~littlekit
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- Current Residence: state of confusion
- Interests: lindy hop, photography-->tho i suck
- Favourite movie: The 5th Element, Ever After, Boondock Saints
- Favourite band or musician: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Oasis, Nickel Creek, Alkaline Trio
- Favourite genre of music: What would the world be without some good ole rock 'n roll and swing music
- Favourite poet or writer: Orson Scott Card, Garth Nix, Phillip Pullman
- Favourite photographer: mí mama
- Favourite cartoon character: the cat from the strip get fuzzy
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so not fair how you have snow. all i have is hot, hot, hot sun......an flies. wheeeee
you write interesting poems too
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