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  1. I feel like I’m doing time for a crime that I did not commit You know, going through emotional conflict I feel like I’m going round in circles forever reaching roads that lead to nowhere I feel so lost, I need help but when I call out no one is there So I carry on alone Because that is all I know I put on a front so my feelings don’t show I don’t want to be just another person that settles for less I’m not certain of anything so I always hold hope close to my chest Mama says I need that 9 to 5 to survive But what’s the point if it doesn’t bring happiness to my life? When I fall into a permanent sleep and I can see beyond this haze I don’t want to have wasted the beats of my heart wishing for something better every day I know I was not born to feel this much sorrow Maybe I will be better tomorrow
  2. Thank you so much! Glad you liked it! That's why I liked your poem that you posted because the story was very similar to what I've been through before.
  3. Wow this is so beautiful, but heart breaking! Sometimes pain can make a really good poem/song. Glad you are able to get your feelings out through writing.
  4. Lol tell me about it. Thanks for the spelling correction
  5. When they’re not asking for riskay pictures like you’re playgirl 101 They will promise you the world when all they really want is fun If they’re not sweet talking then they want to get to know you in their fast cars They will say “Hey baby lets go for a drive” But we all know a drive is a code name and other lies In this day and age it’s more comfortable to swap bodily fluids Then get to know each other over coffee and maybe later become exclusive How in the world does that make sense? Call me old fashioned but I just can’t seem to comprehend In this world it’s fine to forget about the relationship and sleep together because it’s easy to do But we got a lot of people wondering around town really confused I’m not sorry for not wanting that to be me I won’t commit just my body to somebody So stop trying to put it on me because that’s not the girl I want to be
  6. I also love writing too, I use a site called Wattpad where you can post your own stories. Also fanfiction.net is a good site too especially if you're having trouble coming up with your own idea for a story, sometimes it's fun and easier to base your story on another well known story. You can keep the characters and other details the same, but change the plot line. I know there is also a Writers Magazine that you can buy that has lots of great tips on how you can get into writing. Good luck!
  7. Hey guys, Haven't wrote a poem in such a long time, but I felt inspired today so I wrote one. It's about having a good guy by your side, but never forgetting about the one that got away and how you got caught up in his game (Didn't mean for that to rhyme lol). Hope you guys enjoy ......................................................................................... I have a good guy by my side Sweet and kind with his beautiful blue eyes I never have to question his intentions, I never have to ask why He wants me to have his baby’s, he wants to make me his wife He will never hurt me, he will never break my heart So why am I still thinking about the one that ripped it apart?... His deep brown eyes came walking straight into my life I knew he was the bad guy kind The type with the black leather jacket and a cigarette hanging between his lips I never wanted anything more than when I wanted him He took me to highs I never thought possible it was as if I could fly I watched the sparks explode like fireworks through the night sky We had only just begun but the ending was nigh Then he was gone and I never knew why A few months later he came back around This time with a girl on his arm that he was showing off round town It was as if he had forgotten I existed I never knew such pain But I guess that's how he played the game I was going crazy losing my mind like no one would ever understand The nights when she wasn't with him he was my man But he had my heart and he was torturing it in the palm of his hand I realized I could be a permanent solution to a temporary issue I told him I can't do this anymore so please choose I was hoping he would wake up and tell me "Baby, it has always been you" But that beautiful boy couldn't quite decide And now I know why...
  8. I'm reading The Mason List by SD Hendrickson....It's sooo good, I'm hooked!
  9. Aw, thank you so much, you made my day!. Sorry for the REALLY late reply haven't been on here for months!
  10. I love the Sookie Stackhouse series I'm nearly finished "Dead and gone" then I'll just have "Dead in the family" and "Dead reckoning" to read then I'm going to start reading The Vampire Diaries series by LJ Smith
  11. I have observed what goes on outside the french window so many times with more curiosity than just plain noseiness. Today the sky is bright blue and there is hardly a cloud in sight. The large trees that surround the street stand tall with thick chocolate brown trunks and long branches some thich and others thin. The wind sways the bright green summertime leaves back and fourth. So many different coloured flowers that only bloom in summer, colours of white, yellow, raspberry pinks and lilacs surround front gardens, some you can see planted in the soil others you can see peeking out of bushes twinkling like gem stones. I don't suppose many people would be that interested in writing about what they see every day, most people get up at seven in the morning maybe sip coffee whilst they get ready to rush of to their nine to five lives, most people care about the more practical, logical things like making sure the tank in the car is full with petrol, others rush so they don't miss their buses or trains. There are very few that see things that are hidden, undiscovered and those things, the unseen things are the most beautiful of all. You would think I would be outside the window inhaling the fresh air and enjoying the way the sun feels on my skin. You would think I would have a daily routine like most people do. You see all of us have options I could choose to go about every day life I could travel in the rush hour if I wanted to, I could do what I should be doing but I choose not to. You want to know why?, because if I choose to step outside I have to ask myself a question. Who am I really when I step outside into the world?, If I could go back in time and observe me from outside the window I'd say I don't make eye contact with anyone just the floor, my body language is uncomfortable and the way I'm walking means I just want to get today over with and fast. I stay hidden in a crowd and on a one on one basis. When I'm out there I wear a mask and a imaginary shield protects me from everyone and everything, I don't feel anything apart from the breeze in my hair and the sun on my skin. I could say who I am isn't who I'm meant to be, but maybe it is. Maybe the parts that I hate so much about myself like being socially awkward, maybe I am just meant to be that way. Maybe I wasn't born to fit in, maybe I was born to be the observer, the writer. Most days I see the same three men walk past my house. The first man always walks past my house in the morning sometimes at nine sometimes at ten. He is tall and slender and looks in his thirites. No matter what the weather he always wears a long leather coat that flys out at the back when he walks, it kind of looks like a cloak. His black hair is always slicked back in that old fashioned way and his skin is so white and flawless and he always carries the same intense look on his face. He feels like an outcast, like he doesn't belong I can sense it from him. I don't see him as what other people might label him as, I look at him and I see hes just misunderstood with an old fashioned charm about him. The second man walks past my house in the afternoon and he is young, in his twenties and he is lovely looking. He either wears a gray or a baby blue jump suit and I know he's a mechanic. He is a average size with blonde short hair and blue eyes, he always looks thoughful whilst he smokes his cigarette, I always feel like smokers smoke for a reason and that reason isn't to look cool. The last man that walks past my house is also tall his skin is a light olive tone and his face has so much bone structure to it he wears glasses and a hat with a dull green coloured coat and a dull colour gray rucksack, I can't sense as much from him as I can sense from the other two but I can tell he's not like most people. Whenever I see these three men walk by I feel a kind of connection to them and I feel like maybe they feel alone like I do. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to open the door and walk up to each of them and tell them that I see them walk past my house every day and that I can sense their emotions, but that would be just weird. The truth is I don't know anything about them and I never will. We will never know absoloutly everything about everyone, we think we do but we don't. That's the mystery, the beautiful thing that is unseen.
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