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as the rain fell down.As the rain fell down
I felt it cleansing my soul.
Washing over my frown
That the laughs couldn't console.
Like a cool summer breeze
The water felt so pure.
For my disease,
the rain is the cure.
50 words.It's dark and raining as I'm sitting at the traffic lights, waiting for them to change.
A song I like comes on the radio so I turn it up louder. Too loud.
I can't hear the screams telling me to watch out for the car that hits me from behind.
Milk flavoured jelly beansNot being able to say
What I truly feel
Although I seem like I've lost my way
I won't need much time to heal
My heart is like a piece of debris,
Battered and worn, I'm a terrible host.
It's the scars you don't see
That torment me the most.
That bitch can die
Or I'll go first
You can't run with a knife in your thigh
Yeah... make her live with my curse.
But people don't care about others
They only worry about themselves.
Why would anyone bother my mother
About my state of mental health?
OppositesAlthough I am quiet
you're loud and bombastic.
I choose to use recyclable bags,
you prefer to use plastic
I'd enjoy a quiet night in
You want to go to a concert.
I cringe at the mere thought of pain,
you don't mind when you're hurt
If something is impossible,
you do it with ease.
When I would say "thank you",
you always say "please"
I may not know much
but I know this for a fact:
It is truly intriguing
how opposites attract.
Let the dark embrace me..."Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as you cry.
This phase will not erase me
From in front of your eyes.
My heart is still beating
but there's not long to go.
Life and death competing
to get me to go.
Your tears mix
and merge with my blood
like water and dirt
both mix to make mud.
It's not an eclipse
but the light is becoming shy.
"Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as I die...
I cannot be the only one...I cannot be the only one...
...who listens to radio stations from other countries.
(Even though I cannot understand a word they are saying...)
...who dances to black metal as though it is dance music.
(Even though I know the 'dance' for black metal...)
...who stares out the window at people on the street just to creep them out.
(Even though I know that it is terribly rude...)
...who enjoys licking knives because it makes me feel cool.
(Even though I know that I might cut myself.)
...who runs around the house pretending to be a blind just to see how it is not to see.
(Even though I know that I shall one day fall down the stairs...)
...who pretends to be a lady from the 1800's.
(Even though I know it makes people stare and embaresses my siblings.)
...who gets bad English when I get happy, sad, or excited.
(Even though I know that I sound stupid and English is my 1st language.)
...who pretends to be a Celtic priestess and pretends to do rituals in the backyard.
(Even though I know my moth
The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro"The Strongest Man In Ikebukuro" Poem
Yeah, I know him.
He's pretty strong, I guess,
But I don't think vending machines weigh that much...
And lamp posts are always flying through the air.
You heard he has anger issues?
Nah, he just needs a hug.
Kinda like a grizzly bear or a wolverine.
No big deal.
He's a pretty nice guy overall.
Ugh, Kids.Oh dear child,
Thine shrieking pierces the heavens,
It splits mountains and shakes the earth.
I swear to the dwellers of the divine heavens,
That thine screeching hath made mine ears bleed.
Mine hearing hath been reduced to that of an ailing grandmother,
Doth thou not feel for me?
Ode to an EraserI love you my little pink eraser,
you are always there for me.
I love you little pink eraser,
you make my mistakes disappear so magically.
And when I have nothing else to do,
I grab my pen and draw on you.
I love you my little pink eraser,
but when you are of no more use to me;
I will not hesitate,
not one bit, to buy another little pink eraser.
But do not worry my little pink eraser;
I will not forget you so easily.
Fuck you~You pick on me EVERYDAY,
Shine light in my eyes with your phone screen.
God PLEASE shoot me now,
One day I had enough.
I stood up phone in hand,
I clicked on a song,
"What are you doing?" You asked
You blinked surprised
"By Lily Allen"
I skipped a head some,
Stopping just before the best part.
My friends looked at me,
Almost scared by the growing grin on my face.
I pressed play.
The bus driver glared at me slightly but let me continue,
Everyone was staring at me now.
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch"
I saw you lite up redder then a tomato.
weeaboosYes, I am Asian.
I am a human, too.
I'm not that good at math.
And no, I don't "make those shoes"
I can see just fine,
And though I can't speak Japanese,
I hope that your broken jaw,
Will teach you to be nice to me.
Hit by a busA flash of head lights
Suden screetch of rubber
A forceful hit of metal on my head
and screams of the witnesses
But I hear something strange
In the messy confusion
There is laughter
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