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Inspired?
So I really want to enter the slam poetry contest at school. Ppl r telling me I should. Others tell me not to. I think I will. I just need a good poem.
I've been writing like 2 a day!
But they all end up being about similar things and I don't think I could read that infront of th school lol v
Here's the one I wrote today:
It's not love
When you feel regret
For every action you did
Every little thought,
Every second spent.
It's not love
When you can't even face the fact
That all that happend,
In such a short amount of time:
Never met
Never knew who we were.
I can't even say your name right!
It's not love.
It's not even a feeling at all.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
A mistake, I guess...
You can't keep running away from it,
Though.
It's sill in the back of ur head.
I know it.
Shut up and admit it!
We all know it.
Ughh.
Can't believe it all happend
Through such a small window of opportunity.
It happened!
Oh and people know.
We know...
At least.
So I guess it's over.
What ever IT was.
It wasn't supposed to happen
Cuz it's not love.
When you don't even know em.
Clouded thoughts...
Confused eyes...
Blurred out...
Oh well,
It's fine.
Whatever.
One more mistake in a sea of thousands.
My thousands.
It wasn't love.
It's never gonna be anything but,
What it was...
During that moment.
Those minutes.
Seconds...
Nothing makes sense
Getting asfixiated by the sensations.
Completely out of control.
Breathless.
Teeth.
Nothing is clear.
Hands.
And sounds.
Close your eyes.
The taste on your lips.
The confusion stops.
The guilt is gone,
No privacy.
Desasperation.
Nesecities.
Deep breaths.
Carasses.
Nothing but lust.
Nothing is right...
Cuz if it's not love
It shouldn't be happening...
I've been writing like 2 a day!
But they all end up being about similar things and I don't think I could read that infront of th school lol v
Here's the one I wrote today:
It's not love
When you feel regret
For every action you did
Every little thought,
Every second spent.
It's not love
When you can't even face the fact
That all that happend,
In such a short amount of time:
Never met
Never knew who we were.
I can't even say your name right!
It's not love.
It's not even a feeling at all.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
A mistake, I guess...
You can't keep running away from it,
Though.
It's sill in the back of ur head.
I know it.
Shut up and admit it!
We all know it.
Ughh.
Can't believe it all happend
Through such a small window of opportunity.
It happened!
Oh and people know.
We know...
At least.
So I guess it's over.
What ever IT was.
It wasn't supposed to happen
Cuz it's not love.
When you don't even know em.
Clouded thoughts...
Confused eyes...
Blurred out...
Oh well,
It's fine.
Whatever.
One more mistake in a sea of thousands.
My thousands.
It wasn't love.
It's never gonna be anything but,
What it was...
During that moment.
Those minutes.
Seconds...
Nothing makes sense
Getting asfixiated by the sensations.
Completely out of control.
Breathless.
Teeth.
Nothing is clear.
Hands.
And sounds.
Close your eyes.
The taste on your lips.
The confusion stops.
The guilt is gone,
No privacy.
Desasperation.
Nesecities.
Deep breaths.
Carasses.
Nothing but lust.
Nothing is right...
Cuz if it's not love
It shouldn't be happening...
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This High
Srry I haven't blogged. I've been really busy with school. I just gr back frm winter camp today. And
I had to write something about it.
This high is supposed to last
It's supposed to keep me going
To keep me alive
To keep me going.
But it doesn't.
It never will.
This high
Was meant to keep me tripping on my life
To make me feel swell.
But it wasn't.
It wasn't enough.
I failed.
I did it again.
Completely gone.
Out of my mind.
Faded.
This high wasn't enough to keep me from doing wrong...
Once again.
It's just once more,
It can't hurt.
I can quit.
Just not now.
This high was meant to keep me fueled up.
To guide me in the right direction.
The lights flashing.
The scents attacking
The screams
The sensations
Every little aspect of it
wasn't enough.
It usually lasts a while.
This trip
Keeps me going
Keeps me away from doing wrong
Again.
Cus resisting is too much.
The blue lights
The marks on that glass
My wrongs
Exposed.
Words on the wall.
Silence so loud it's unbearable
It's addicting.
But the high is never enough.
We all fail afterwards
Constantly.
Falling back into our own habits
Sorry.
It's all we need to feel.
This high just awakens us
Exposes us to ourselves.
A high we all fear of letting go
But it escapes at anytime.
Sorry.
This high should keep us going but it doesn't.
Our addiction to feeling that love,
To those sensations,
To the tears of hope.
A magnificent addiction.
The only one we should ever have.
This high trips us out
Exposes our fears
And our desires.
Let's get hooked
Let's love.
That trip couldn't have been more real
To keep us going for the rest of our lives.
Sorry.
I'll try again.
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I had to write something about it.
This high is supposed to last
It's supposed to keep me going
To keep me alive
To keep me going.
But it doesn't.
It never will.
This high
Was meant to keep me tripping on my life
To make me feel swell.
But it wasn't.
It wasn't enough.
I failed.
I did it again.
Completely gone.
Out of my mind.
Faded.
This high wasn't enough to keep me from doing wrong...
Once again.
It's just once more,
It can't hurt.
I can quit.
Just not now.
This high was meant to keep me fueled up.
To guide me in the right direction.
The lights flashing.
The scents attacking
The screams
The sensations
Every little aspect of it
wasn't enough.
It usually lasts a while.
This trip
Keeps me going
Keeps me away from doing wrong
Again.
Cus resisting is too much.
The blue lights
The marks on that glass
My wrongs
Exposed.
Words on the wall.
Silence so loud it's unbearable
It's addicting.
But the high is never enough.
We all fail afterwards
Constantly.
Falling back into our own habits
Sorry.
It's all we need to feel.
This high just awakens us
Exposes us to ourselves.
A high we all fear of letting go
But it escapes at anytime.
Sorry.
This high should keep us going but it doesn't.
Our addiction to feeling that love,
To those sensations,
To the tears of hope.
A magnificent addiction.
The only one we should ever have.
This high trips us out
Exposes our fears
And our desires.
Let's get hooked
Let's love.
That trip couldn't have been more real
To keep us going for the rest of our lives.
Sorry.
I'll try again.
Sent from my iPhone
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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lol I was talking to my friend Melissa about this. I wanna walk down te railroad tracks and reach the train station
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