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Who knew that...
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
Even when certain choices seem impossible to make, there is always the option to press on regardless of the opposition that may lay in front of us.
you know when you feel like: why am i not perfect? why can't i just win my crush's heart, face my bad friends, be right all the time.
yeah, it's not like that. life is not like that. you and me are not like that.
yet sometimes, we're perfectly happy... so, perfection does exist?
By Black Rabbit
This is a poem I worked on during school when I was pissed off because apparently a girl said she thought I was something I wasn't (Stupid, Bossy, think highly of myself, UGH!) So I decided to ignore her and just write this. Sometimes bad people end up inspiring many great things. ^.^
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I am the color burnt orange.
Heather realizes that love isnt perfect
Novel | Updated Jul 8, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Katrina Soroya
When someone over looks how you see them and deep down doesn't even care.
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Waffles The Emo Loser
I was jealous. I wanted him SO badly. What more can I say?