

Poem 2You say I'm perfect for you But you are imperfect for me Complementing my flaws You bring out my hidden state You say holding me is all that counts I say it just puts me under your spell So you can take what I can't give And use it to your advantage Your calloused fingers slide down my back Your perfect mouth forms those words "I love you" As I don't konw what to believe They are words to me but "I hate you" are words as well When you realize games have ended And all the fun is gone You'll leave me broken-hearted But I'll leavePoem 2


Poem 1I look into a cracked mirror And see my disfigured face It appears normal distorted No flaws have touched perfection On the other side of my reflection Maybe one day that will be me Some say it always is, it always was But in reality I'm shattered inside The imperfections shine through my darkened state Those blinded carry a light toward my face Others just walk away People try to fix that mirror Hoping to mend the broken But all I do, when I stare I look into a cracked mirrorPoem 1


Don'tDon't you know those days When all seems lostDon't
and days seem cold The future has no compass To show you a way to live Leading to failure, success Bold steps taken Don't you know those days When life seems unimportant When the world just rotates To another day And it's just that a day to you Don't you know those days
Where there is no hope And light never glows Darkness overcomes the world We feel nothing We see nothing
And life will always be life.


My ranting for the dayTerror scares me Takes my pain away From this nightmare we call life Excitement of this voidMy ranting for the day
Boils my skin Til it fizzles Or overflows and explodes An explosion of contempt Of the joy of being myself For never again will I ever forget Forget a feeling left inside The only thing there To finish a life Cornered and trapped Once reemerged all is gone It must stop Forever
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"The most beautiful things are not
carved out of wood, metal, or stone
but out of the mind."
~R.M.
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* Is that all there is? *
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I want to be young and wild, then I want to be middle-aged and rich, then I want to be old and annoy people by pretending that I'm deaf.
[ [ Random Artist ] ]
hello,canada.
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"You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was." Old Irish Proverb
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* Is that all there is? *
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