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High school Pariah by EmilyJanus, literature

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High school Pariah

With words as my witness, I put this head to shame. Once thought the world was dim, but it was only me to blame. Year after year I'd cry and cry, My troubles never did wane. Then I graduated, And then the end to my pain. They tortured, they teased, they pointed and they anointed Anointed me the freak, forever would I be "lame". I left and didn't turn back. I never thought be gone from my bane. Looking back now and nothing matters, All this was was one big game. High school isn't important, I must proclaim. As soon as you leave it's history, An ember left from a flame. I'll never forget what they've done, They might as well handed me

A Lesson by EmilyJanus, literature

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A Lesson

Hickory dickory dock 12 strikes on the clock Our time is done Set down the drum Hickory dickory dock Hickory dickory dock Life is not what I thought I reckon it well In the child's spell Hickory dickory dock Hickory dickory dock School was mine to unlock I walked the hall Never could I fall Hickory dickory dock Hickory dickory dock Until there was a block, Death at my door A child no more Hickory dickory dock Hickory dickory dock The school was my only rock Ryan was gone My dad long done Life was not what I thought Hickory dickory dock Schools I almost dropped No one asked About my mask Hickory dickory dock Hickory dickory dock Many th

Rehabilitation after Annihilation by EmilyJanus, literature

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Rehabilitation after Annihilation

Birds are everywhere Freedom will prevail. No matter what you take, No matter what hell, The bird will prevail. take their trees, Replace them with these Buildings and scapers* touching the sky... And into these they'll dive. Spinning and twirling, Cutting through the air the birds will be face to face With their despair. They will fall. A splatter of feathers scatter all around, Never to be placed back, They fall to the ground. The black mass will lay there shuddering, sobbing to nothing. But the body continues, Harmed and dazed and broken, But the feathers can be regrown. *Skyscrapers

Lust by EmilyJanus, literature

Perspective by EmilyJanus, literature

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Perspective

Look out the window In the middle of winter, Only the trees and skies Are in the small view. One might pretend that the snow has withered deep deep into the ground, And the grass covered in dew. But be warned of the danger of looking out further and seeing the endless white stretch across the fields. The dream will be broken of a sweet summer murmur. Back into reality you will snap, And images of happiness will yield.

Depression by EmilyJanus, literature

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Depression

Scream out in misery's disdain, Louder and louder for every pain That enters and leave Let's hear you scream. Life isn't fair for any, A big hole of nothingness for many. Hurt after hurt is the strife, But hey... That's just life. Lay down during the dark And reflect on what is stark. The demons your mind will never slay, So forever in darkness you will lay. Perchance a glimmer will shine, Let it glow up and down your spine. Through your soul it will dance, But this is merely by chance. Never let it go For it's your only chance to show That life is forever And darkness will be never.

Card game by EmilyJanus, literature

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Card game

Who's to judge? Who's to blame? No one can know What cards we are dealt. I'm sitting on the chance, The chance ill be dealt the king. the king of my heart, Ti stake the claim, And keep it forever. hope resting on the chance, The queen of heart won't appear, And steal away my king. Maybe a joker or two will make its way to my hand, But my heart is resevered. My only fear us the ace. the coldest, Smoothest, Most terrifying card. He digs his way to your heart, Against your will. He leaves you empty. he leaves you wide open. Vulnerable. You build your wall thicker and thicker. So not even the king, Will reach you then.

Losing hope by EmilyJanus, literature

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Losing hope

Sorry to disappoint, But there is only misery in the city I house in my heart. Walls built so thick, Walls built so tough, Not the burliest of foe- Is any match. Walls so thick, Walls so tough, Villagers of emotion, turn into prisoners. no longer free to leave, They must stay, For the safety of the city. All they can do is chip, chip, chip at the solid wall. Its stone cold laughter whips mercilessly back. for it knows they will never succeed. The chip, chip, chip turns into tick, tick, tick. as their feeble strength slowly depletes. Sorry woes pass their lips By the numerous villagers inside. But no one can hear them. Slowly the tick, t

Tomorrow by EmilyJanus, literature

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Tomorrow

The guiltAnd so I stay up, Night after night, Waiting, Hoping, Tomorrow will be the day. The day I seize, Under my control, Twitching beneath my power. Tomorrow will be the day, I press underneath my thumb. screaming at it: NO LONGER! no longer! Will I be victim, To countless mishaps. No longer! will I be victim, To the guilt of yesteryear. No longer! Will I be victim to my own naivity. Inhibitions swirling around inside my head. tomorrow will be the day. tomorrow.

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Self Destruction by kordelskin, literature

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Self Destruction

Watch me burn In fire so hot Watch me burn In what you can't stop My screams of pain Fall on deaf ears You see me strain With falling tears Watch me burn In flames so bright Watch me burn In a starless night Self incineration As the fire goes higher My incarnation of the bird of fire Watch me burn Engulfed so wide Watch me burn In fiery suicide Leave behind ashes After my combustion But this does not end My self destruction

Happiness in Love II by Michel-le-fou, literature

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Happiness in Love II

Happiness in Love II Dictated by Puabi What means happy love To a woman, anywhere? Whatever suggests happy love To women, everywhere. Lying close together So that skin touches skin Hearing each other sigh Touching her cheek tenderly Wiping joyful tears from her eyes. That can make her smile and grin All that, my beloved does to me In happy love, Both lovers always win

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The perfect girl by pylonZealot, literature

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The perfect girl

The perfect girl How perfect the girl of which I dream the only one I care for, Or so it would seem. It’s my musings that taunt me, To return to these feelings that haunt me. A person thought of Daily kept alive by my longing Mainly, To fill the hole that keeps on digging into my heart. If I could have her for just a day, If only maybe there were some way to make it real Then she could be, More than just a made-up fantasy.

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Font.

I want to be in black and white, words written on a page. With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away. Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor. Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After" Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities. With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities. Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart. I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart. Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim. Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him. I want to be in black and white, but this

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Forbidden Fruit by EmilyJanus, literature

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Forbidden Fruit

A forbidden fruit looms over me, In the cracked and broken tree, Maybe, maybe, it will fall for me. My parched lips are aching, My knees and hands are shaking, This feeling of need- I cannot be faking. Shiny and golden among the rest, I will climb the tree to meet the quest, Hopefully the tree won't mind a guest! Higher and higher I go, Hopefully no one sees me, For then they will know, That I have other feelings I do not show. Tantalizing tastes come from deep within, Tempting pulses try and try to win, Shredding through me, like rugged tin. But this godly fruit is older than I, Many, many years have created it wise, Its wisdom, is the

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Jan 27
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Deviant for 11 years
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I have been writing poetry daily since I was about eleven or twelve, poetry is my passion. I am a Senior in Highschool and I just turned eighteen. Most of my poetry is not "rhymie" or "sing-songy," even though I do enjoy to write a few like that every once in awhile. A reoccurring theme in my work will be nature, feelings, and love (I know, I know, the 70's were 40 years ago). Most of the feeling ones are about the deaths of my brothers or society in general. I really favor couplets and over half of my poetry is written in couplets or quadruplets, other than that it will be in free verse. I don't post every poem I write since I do not want people to view me and think of a bad poem I wrote, I only post the poems I think is the best of the week or month. Anyways, feel free to critique my work!

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Jun 13, 2014

Another Update in Life

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Just graduated a couple days ago and flew into adulthood immediately. I now work 12 hour days 5 days a week, you can say im definitely making over time, which is always nice. I had to make a graduation speech for my AP Lit class and if any of you are interested in reading it, here it is: Hickory Dickory Dock 12 strikes on the clock Our time is done Set down the drum Hickory Dickory Dock Hickory Dickory Dock Life is not what I thought I reckon it well In the child’s spell Let’s go back to start Hickory Dickory Dock School was mine to unlock I walked the halls Never could I fall High school my first dock Hickory Dick

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Feb 22, 2014

Herro

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Life is well. I was accepted into college this spring semester in Duluth (Minnesota) and I'm enthused to say I will be living in my own apartment most likely by myself or with my current boyfriend (being we're going to the same college). I couldn't be happier, really. And my bout of sparse writing has ended and my mind is thick with thoughts of poems, maybe a thesis for an essay here or there and now some ideas of a short story. Life has just been so exciting that I can barely contain myself at thoughts of my future. Although I still have a nagging feeling there's something missing. But It's probably just thoughts of my brothers and how proud

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May 31, 2013

Yearbook. Life.

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Well. Today at yearbook I won the best design award. Yay. But it still doesn't make me feel any better from the flop last night. Guys suck. Lets leave it at that. Or at least this guy in particular. Anyways, today is the last day of school and I'm excited to finally move on. This year has been peer hell for my nerves. From my house life, to my social life, to my fiscal life. Everything sucks. Maybe next year I will have a better life. Maybe stuff will stop going wrong and actually go the way I want it to. I'd be happy if my plans went right at least once a week. But enough with the pity party. Life will get better sometime.