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can we trade
eyes,
lives,
just for a while;
i want to see myself
the way you do.
eyes,
lives,
just for a while;
i want to see myself
the way you do.
Literature
Crazy?
Am I crazy?
I think I am.
Yup, definitely crazy.
That's what I am.
I must be crazy.
Crazy.
I have to be out of my mind.
Because,
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want a relationship.
I don't want to fall into fads.
I don't want to listen to gossip.
I don't want to be mean.
I don't want to be super nice.
I don't want to constantly be on my phone.
I don't want to listen to your problems.
I want to be myself.
I want to wear miss-matched clothes.
I want to be by myself.
I want to like what I like.
I want to hear silence.
I want to be caring.
I want to be calm.
I want to deal with my
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Hide and Seek.
Sometimes I wish
That we could stumble upon each other,
Find ourselves
Alone in a crowd.
We could have something
Beautiful,
Like rain falling during
Sunshine.
You could be my hero,
And it'd be like we were kids again.
We could sit on some rooftops,
And chatter mindlessly amongst ourselves.
We could play hide and seek.
Vow to never grow up...
And you would still be here with me.
And maybe I wouldn't be sitting alone beneath this tree,
Waiting anxiously
For you to come and find me.
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no one really knows
They gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes -
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This poem was a vomit that came out in about three seconds and I didn't edit it at all. It is a response to the feeling that everyone can see stuff in me that I can't: talent, beauty, intelligence, good qualities. So this is what came out.
: I would love to know how I might possibly increase the impact the words have. The piece is supposed to be short, but powerful. Any feedback on that would be great.
: I would love to know how I might possibly increase the impact the words have. The piece is supposed to be short, but powerful. Any feedback on that would be great.
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It is very powerful but it's length. I quite like it.