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Social Structuring, Biatches

You know it's true.

First Impressions

First day of high school

Pick Up On Things

A girl who notices things.

I'm Fine

I've got my heart, I've got mindSet on time, time, timeI've got a wish, I've got a placeThat's purely mine, mine, mine There's a story I could tellBut there's no time, time, timeBecause I've got a fake smile whisperingI'm fine, fine, fineI've got a heart That's only mine, mine, mineMy head..

The Obligation

“Ok. Here we are.” Ms. Ruby said,as her car ambled up the long driveway. We both sat in the car for amoment, holding our breath, taking in the grand house that stood before us.Everywhere we turned seas of perfectly kept grass greeted ..

Free

I walked slowly and steadily. I heard the crunch of the leaves against my worn, leather boots and the familiar swish of my dress and cloak. I heard the crowd laughing and talking, as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing was going to happen. But something bad was happening. Why didn't they feel it th..

Nobody Knows

I know.. my poems have simliar themes, but I like this one. :)

The Wishing Well

I'll the poem speak on its on.

Green-Eyed Beauty

My least favorite emotion, by far

Please

Please Please don't give up You are still young Places to run Things must be done Please Please don't give up You are still mine One of a kind Don't hit rewind

Death.

Morbid, I'm aware. This is dedicated to Michael Morilino. <3 Rest in Peace and smile on, because you made me smile.

Something To Hide

Behind doors she shouts and screamsOutside she is a beauty queenWith a fake smile, she must chideAs if we have something to hideShe covers up his scarsDoesn't speak of Johnny, behind barsShe has cheated, she has liedAs if we have something to hideWhen I paint across the hallsHer tirades echo, clear ..

The Prettiest Girl

When the sands of time seem to stopAnd there you are, perfectly stillAll I can feel is my heart dropThe worried whispers send me a cold chillIs what I see possibly true? Something so pure and beautiful, slayedHow can this be? I was just with youI scream in utter rage, the world has betrayed&nbs..

And When It Got Colder

This story is written about when my dear friends, The Romando's, died. Rest in peace. <3 I will never, every forget.

Your Chain

Sick of trying Tired of crying Yes, I appear to be smiling However I'm dying Some say journey, I say race My heart has cracked To breathe, I have no space Keep moving forward, I can't back track Thought I was born, purposefully made I was loved, I was vain Here I've laid Crippled,..