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UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

InvisibleI am invisible.

Always alone.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.

Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Always alone,
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.

What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug

No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.

Solo es una mision y nada masPrologo:

A veces la vida da una vuelta de 360° sin darte cuenta,mi vida cambio de pagina, hubo otro comienzo,no el mas agradable pero empezo algo asi, era mi cumple años numero 16, yo no esperaba celebrar pero mis padres insistieron, nos acababamos de mudar hace unas semanas, la verdad nose porque razon, mis padres decian que era por "trabajo" yo solo sabia que estaria aqui un buen rato, eran vacaciones asi que no tendria que preocuparme por la escuela, mis padres platicaban con los vecinos que eran la vecina Adeleine y su hijo de 13 años Renee, su padre habia muerto en un accidente en auto, yo solo intentaba quitarme el ri

Don't Walk In My Shoes (contest entry)Mom seems to hate me - always on about my grades.
Yet all I do is try my best.

Little good it does though.
I'm still going to get bad grades.
Future outlook? Not great.
Even though I try, I suck.

Still can't raise my grades. Can't be with friends.
Understand? I don't. Hang out with friends, she says. I make plans.
Can I go? I ask. No, she says.
Kicks me in the emotions. Parent logc.
Stupid, isn't it?

Rendering my life anti-social.
Even though they want me to be social.
And I hardly ever get out.
Like, I almost never ask either so I don't get yelled at.
Love them, do I? you ask.
Yes, I suppose. But I prefer home over school because -

Bulli

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Sensual Creation

by *xlntwtch, Feb 20, 2013, 6:47:33 AM
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The sound of silence
in between
creative impulse -
listen!

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*Oana-Mihaela Mar 31, 2013 New member Photographer

I love this one!

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*xlntwtch Mar 31, 2013 Writer

Thank you very much for everything.

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*Oana-Mihaela Mar 31, 2013 New member Photographer

No, I thank YOU! Loved the "journey" through your gallery!

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*xlntwtch Mar 31, 2013 Writer

Good

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~Crazythewaytobe Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I like your interpretation of the pictures

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*xlntwtch Mar 9, 2013 Writer

Good. Thanks.

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=Dani-Owergoor Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Excellent! Thank you so much for the link of this poem! I loved!

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*xlntwtch Feb 20, 2013 Writer

You're welcome. And thank you!

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=Taschanax Feb 20, 2013

Great! Thank you

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*xlntwtch Feb 20, 2013 Writer

I'm glad you like it. I'm very much a beginner at poetry.
Prose I can write, but poetry? A beginner!
It's good you stopped by to see what I did with it, and better that you're pleased. Thank YOU.

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