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The Loner is a curious fellow
His forte is simply being mellow.
His heart knows not of the vigor of more,
Only complacency was what it bore.
When he comes up in a conversation
His existence is often in question
But little do they know he that he wants this
Cuz' to him, anonymity is bliss.
He leads a lonely life, make no mistake,
He can not risk potential for heart break
But he does not know that pain is still there,
It's just buried in the desolate square
Inside his soul where his love should exist,
But he does not know it should be missed.
If only someone could coax him to live,
Someone special, someone with love to give.
Pain can come to those who live in the sun,
In darkness he stays, his story is done.
His forte is simply being mellow.
His heart knows not of the vigor of more,
Only complacency was what it bore.
When he comes up in a conversation
His existence is often in question
But little do they know he that he wants this
Cuz' to him, anonymity is bliss.
He leads a lonely life, make no mistake,
He can not risk potential for heart break
But he does not know that pain is still there,
It's just buried in the desolate square
Inside his soul where his love should exist,
But he does not know it should be missed.
If only someone could coax him to live,
Someone special, someone with love to give.
Pain can come to those who live in the sun,
In darkness he stays, his story is done.
Literature
Acceptance.
Friends all stand in front of me...
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance
Literature
Catherina
She had chocolate curls
That skimmed her waist;
And alabaster skin,
Paper soft and worn thin,
Like all the books,
She lost herself in.
She liked to wander,
Through quaint book shops,
Breathing in the musty scent.
Sipping cinnamon lattes,
She'd sit surrounded by worn leather
Hard backs and sepia tone pages.
Wearing her little tea dresses;
With the high lace collars,
But no makeup,
She'd fawn over the classics,
Faulkner, Brontë, Dickens
Austen and Tolstoy,
She'd sigh, and lose
Herself to another world.
They all peeked out of her
Over sized hold all;
That contained her entire world.
She quoted William
Literature
truths
i.
there are 2 things that not even the most
forceful of rains can cleanse me of:
-memories
-mistakes
ii.
sometimes, i feel like a caged lion.
only with a lot more impatience
and a lot less resilience.
iii.
i have yet to discover what it means to be content.
i am either too stagnant or too fluid.
no middle ground.
iv.
i have mastered the art of leaving.
it's the idea of moving on that still haunts me.
v.
i fear that the light in my eyes is so dim that it will burn out
before even i have a chance to see the world with it.
vi.
i am not as clever as i pretend to be.
vii.
someone needs to teach me that
i don't need reassurance; i
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So, if anyone has ever read the Canterbury Tales, this was an assignment based off of that. The assignment was to write in iambic pentameter and write a generalized description of a typical person in society. I know I messed up a LOT on the meter here, but it still has 10 syllables. (points for trying?) Anyways, I haven't posted in a while, so I really wanted to get some stuff on here. Hope you enjoy and as always critiques and comments are loved and accepted.
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This is my soul in ONE poem. The way i live my life. Wanting company, friendship, romance, love and trust in others. But too afraid to give it out (even little by little) in case it backfires....
FML.
FML.