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a little girl stands on a street corner, clutching
a blue balloon and a beaten up suitcase. she thinks
she can fly, like butterflies without a place
to land, so she tries and tries until the stars behind her eyes
collide. she can taste the salt
on her tongue.
a teenager stands on a street corner; she wants to dye
her hair red, but these days blue is all the rage. she watches
the cars race by, thinking that if she could run as fast as them,
perhaps she would not be the balloons that touch the ceiling
at a birthday party, and in a few days she would not be
thrown away -
and perhaps then she could escape the spaces in her b
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a little girl stands on a street corner, clutching
a blue balloon and a beaten up suitcase. she thinks
she can fly, like butterflies without a place
to land, so she tries and tries until the stars behind her eyes
collide. she can taste the salt
on her tongue.
a teenager stands on a street corner; she wants to dye
her hair red, but these days blue is all the rage. she watches
the cars race by, thinking that if she could run as fast as them,
perhaps she would not be the balloons that touch the ceiling
at a birthday party, and in a few days she would not be
thrown away -
and perhaps then she could escape the spaces in her b
"You know what?"
"No, what?"
"We should never fall in love."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm
I don't write poetry with the right heart,
I am a little disgusting.
A little pale.
A little starving
And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest,
trying to sing to you in muffled sounds
that I make.
I know I should not love you
in this way.
But I do.
Still.
And I went and wrecked the house
Only to get a reason to get away
Then began the ruckus.
Where was I to go?
Joy cant be found in the arms of long gone lovers
So I found you.
As did she,
And she took advantage of my love for her,
To get to my love of affectionate touches and crooked smiles.
Where did I put your backbone in all of this?
And she got to you,
Though how, I have no clue.
You prefer blondes,
Not dirty brunettes.
Thats no secret.
But my seemingly masochistic ways
Led to the downfall of my self esteem,
Along with my soft spot for her teacup-sized eyes
And t
...for those who care.
Back in the day, I had many friends on this website. Lately (like past two years lately) I've neglected it, but that doesn't mean I don't miss and care about all the people I've met here!!!
FINALLY a senior and graduating, so I figured now is a good time as any to state how I'm doing. =] Then people should tell me how they're doing.
College-wise...
I got into
~Stanford
~Dartmouth
~Cornell
~UConn
~Emory
Waitlisted by
~Harvard
~UPenn
~Columbia
I'm probably going to Stanford in CALIFORNIA. Can't wait!
I was the heart that you called home,
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones.
I don't really like writing journals because I don't want to waste my watchers' valuable time by making them read my pointless garbles. Then again, I am not holding them at gunpoint and forcing them to click the link that is the title of my journal, so I'm home-free.
:bulletred: So as of late, I've not written much.
:bulletpurple: There isn't much I can do with this account anymore. No one really knows what I mean when I say that, but... , I have put into deviation storage all my poems except the ones based on a certain person.
and sometimes lonely hearts;
well, they just get lonelier
and if i didn't know the difference
being alone would probably be okay.
One: Summer homework.
Two: Friends.
Three: Exercise.
Four: Religious class.
Five: Etcetera...
One hundred: Goodbye. :peace:
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I wish the best for you just to be happy! im sure love have many unexplained answers but im sure you love him truely! gdluck with everything, love your poems and diary's wish you the best!
Hola I'm new to this deviant art and so far i just been checking it out i really think your poems are beautiful and impressive i was wondering I'm writing a story and was wondering if I could use your poem. I would say your full name giving you credit but wanted to ask permission before taking it would it be alright?