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Mistakes[Mistakes]

"I've made a mistake" is something I'll say
Which would be quite often, almost every day
About silly little things that don't mean much
And really big things that cause a lot of fuss

Forgetting a book and even a test
Or not remembering when you confessed
Not taking out the trash at the end of the day
That leaves this strong smell that just won't go away

Arguing with my best friend, losing them at the end
A relationship that could take many years to mend
Even making new enemies at every right turn
After acting without thought or any concern

The things I've said, the acts I've done
Pushing on my chest like a million to

Middle ChildDo you feel hard done by,
with siblings young and old?
Do you sometimes feel,
Like your story's never told?

Do you really think you're judged,
by the order of your birth?
Do you think that's how they weigh
how much you're really worth.

The siblings that you have,
never should you despise.
For you're all truly equal,
in your parents' loving eyes.

Is It Really Worth It?Is it really worth it to bully some one?
To put someone down just so you can feel satisfaction,
To make someone feel so little of themselves.

Come on people,
You don't have to do that,
You don't have to beat someone up so you feel better.

Do you know that the words you say hurt?
Do you know that some people can't handle it?

You don't know that person,
You don't know what they are like.
It shouldn't matter what someone looks like on the outside,
Their personality is what matters the most
Because that shows who they are.

It is not worth it to bully.
It's not worth it at all.

If you don't like someone then that is your business,

I Do Not Write PoetryI do not write poetry.
Period.
It does not work.
There are too many spaces
and holes
and seams
that I cannot fill
or cover
or mend
no matter how hard I try.
It is simply and irrevocably
impossible
to do anything
worth anything.
I cannot handle anymore
wrecked
and shattered
and broken
things that I
cannot control.
I can no longer control all these
imperfections that
infest
our world
and plague
our mind
because I am just
too darn weak
to be able to do this anymore.
Just
too darn

broken.

I Miss YouIt's been a year, but you're still constantly there
The memory of you and the pain you couldn't bear
No matter what I said or did I just could not get through
And now I'm forced to live every day without you

They tell me there's nothing I could have done
To stop the blade that cut your ties
But this hollow ache is making me come undone
All I want is you back by my side

I always keep your note right by my side
I read it over and over until I can only stare
I might not have known just how often you cried
But why did you think that nobody cared?

SixtyThere's nothing you can do
And nothing I could do
It's all over
Yeah it's all over
We can't start over
Can't do it over
It's too late for that
Too late for that now

It's always older
Never colder
But forever's over

We could run away
Run away
Yeah we could run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
We could run away
Go away
Run away

Come along out
Throw it around
Oh throw it about
We're all immortal
They're not immortal
Not immortal
Go away from here
Get away from here now

It's never older
Always colder
And forever's ever

We could run away
Run away
Yeah we could run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run aw

A Cop to a Friend....I have a few questions i'd like to ask,

Answering them might be a difficult task.

But please sit down, i've got my pencil in hand,

Now listen real closely, so you understand.

Do you know Wither, yes maybe so?

Well it's about her, just so you know....

We found her body, laying in the sand.

She was quite bloody, with a note at hand.

She had a knife, stuck in her chest....

No, don't start crying, let me finish the rest.

Her eyes looked hollow, a smile on her face.

She seemed quite happy that she left this place.

But she wants me to read several people her note.....

Now listen real closely, this is what she wrote:

"Dear family and

Never Ending LoveNever Ending Love:

Times have been hard these recent days.
Yet I cling to you like no other.
For my life has been this heated hell.
Which I fall of words to tell.
But with you near I come to you.
Telling how I feel so blue.
With your arms forgiving warmth.
I know your heart stands true.
And when I say this clear to you.
The three words that I honestly do.
I love you from now 'till ever.
Though the distance parts our way.
I send this message through the air.
A breeze separates the pair.
Of a flying high turtle dove.
For the message will read.
Never Ending Love.

Riding the darkLoophole
A void to madness
Written in darkness
That dwells upon dark
Remember the frame of illumination
That stuns many stubborn man
Without a strike
That devolve purely
It is written in blood
That we shall remark
In a ressemblance of stoic conclusions

Even a mark on the soil will go boom
Even a soul of might is focusing it's strenght
Even a disguised being
Will be fooled unless oblivion
I remember the damned
The losts
And the feeble

Remedy
Raven
Help
Strike not
Bless
Ruled in the heaven of sight
For a conquered illusion
An absolute chaos of strenght

That spark
That ill
That divine
That horizon
Simple
Slight
Wr

Choice the passionSay yes
Your heart
Say no
Your brain
Which do you listen to when both can be wrong?
Break your heart with one word,
Or lose your mind with another?
Some scars just don't heal,
And the pain keeps you from moving forward.
But then there's loss,
When the greatest,
Most needed don't return.

A choice,
Decision of logic and irrefutable chance,
Bringing you to where you were,
Or taking you in eternal cycle.
Embrace the indescribable hurt,
Or barricade the broken walls?
Give your heart in open trust,
Only to have it treated careless?
More scars to bleed meaningless words.
Sometimes want is easy,
Always need is hard.
But then t

Zero SumWe are all nothing
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing

I have nothing in my veins
I have nothing in my heart
I have nothing in this shell
To stop me falling apart

We are all nothing
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing

In the beginning there was nothing,
Then perhaps,
Perhaps
There was something
Albeit briefly,
But it is nothing now
Here, now-
Both nothingness

We are all nothing
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing

We were created of nothingness
And when we reach the ultimate state of nothingness
There will be nothing waiting for us
Because deep down,

We are all nothing

My FatherSo, guys, this is why i should not write poetry. Because i suck at it.

I hold it in my youthful hands,
A tattered faded memory,
The last one of its kind.
The threads still hold,
Red and black checks faded,
Washed away in the current of time.
Smoke still clings to faded cloth,
Just the way it always had,
Transcending every circumstance.
Its inescapable, I fall,
Thousands of times ago,
To when everything was okay.
Remember that, the fabric taunts,
That time, this place,
The words said once?
It reminds me, it reminds me,
The wanderings of mem'ry,
The time before the end.
What's lost can never be,
It says,
No more, no more

Every Night is Tomorrow A muffled scream
That no one hears.
Into her pillow, every night
She cries her tears.

A shining blade
To pale Skin.
Onto the floor, every night
She bleeds her sin.

A scissors bite
To ruffled hair.
She cuts the strands tonight
Because she knows no one will care.

A shaking hand,
The bottle spills.
She shuts her eyes tonight
As she swallows all the pills.

A bright light
Against the black
She thinks no one will notice tomorrow,
When she doesn't come back.

A siren sounds
and they roll her away
We'll know her fate tomorrow,
If She'll live to see today.

4 DefinitionsLove: An emotions that kills people.
Perspective: The realization that no matter how small and pathetic you think your enemies are,
there will always someone even smaller and more pathetic. It is also the realization that the
someone is you.
Forgiveness: An illusion which only brings selfish comfort to the perpetrator.
Death: An easy way out.

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by ~mcjo13, Sep 24, 2012, 6:42:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The lines seem to keep on
blurring,
or maybe it's just my vision
that's changing.
It's hard to tell
through all these tears.

the emotions are
battering
each other in my mind,
kicking and screaming,
trying to be heard
by my deafened ears.

I can't think
or breathe
or even feel without the
suffocating
weight falling on my shoulders
and sending me crashing to the
floor.

I don't want to
function like this
anymore,
wondering what exactly I
am feeling. Is it pity
or love
or lonliness that brought
me back to you?

Can you tell me?
Can you help me
wade through the clutter
and chaos that sends the sounds
echoing through my mind?
Or will you just watch me go insane?

I wouldn't blame you,
if you chose
the latter.
I know
I don't deserve
affection
anymore, but I could argue
the same of you.

So what are we,
if not two souls
destined to tear
each other apart,
piece
by piece until there's
nothing left but the hollow hearts
we once called our own.

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I'm such a terrible person

~CelineDGD Sep 25, 2012

...what happened?

~mcjo13 Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

... I'm just a mean person

~CelineDGD Sep 25, 2012

Nooo!

you are not.

~mcjo13 Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad you feel that way, but I don't

~CelineDGD Sep 25, 2012

why?

~mcjo13 Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

cause I'm with someone who I don't really want to be with anymore, and I found someone else that I do want to be with, but I can't break up with the first person because I don't want to do that over the phone, but that's the one way I could since they don't live in the area

~CelineDGD Sep 25, 2012

Aaaaw...but that doesn't make you a bad person, you just found someone else...

~mcjo13 Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yeah, but I feel so bad because I feel like I just played with their emotions

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