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  1. BlackButterflies BlackButterflies
    posted a quote
    February 9, 2013 8:51pm UTC
    when i was ten,
    my heart was too big for my body
    and there was this boy in my class who i hated
    because his hair was stupid and his smile was stupid
    and i couldn't speak properly when he was around.
    i found out he liked my best friend
    and that made me feel a bit hollow inside
    so i crinkled my nose and hated him more
    even when he tried to talk to me.
    (have you ever hated someone that way?)
    when i was eleven
    our teacher sat us next to each other in class.
    we laughed at everything with our eyes
    and everyone else got annoyed
    i'd lie in bed texting him until i fell asleep
    (his hair was still stupid.)
    when i was twelve,
    i was freefalling into destruction,
    but he could still make me smile
    even when it hurt my heart to do it.
    my dad was dying and my skin was scarred,
    but he told stupid jokes that made it go away.
    (maybe i dotted the i in his name with a heart.)
    when i was thirteen,
    we only had one class together,
    but we sat together every single lesson
    and drew on each others' hands
    and the teacher thought we were dating.
    i liked another guy for most of that year.
    (i never told anyone that i liked the first boy, too.)
    when i was fourteen,
    i dated a tall guy who i didn't like
    because i didn't want to admit that maybe i was in love with my best friend,
    who made fun of my boyfriend mercilessly.
    i dumped him, but i never told him why.
    i'm almost fifteen,
    and my heart is still too big for my body.
    these are all the things i'll never tell him.

  2. roseth0rn roseth0rn
    posted a quote
    March 3, 2013 10:02am UTC
    A girl's laugh
    is much more cheerful's then a boys.
    But a boy's cry
    Has more meaning then a girls.

  3. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    September 9, 2013 6:56pm UTC
    i don't know
    his favorite color
    or if he likes honey with his tea
    or if he even likes tea
    i don't know what song he listens to when he's upset
    and i don't know what his favorite cereal is
    but i do know
    his smile is amazing
    and his laugh is really loud but it's kind of like music to me
    and his clothes are really simple but they look really cute on him
    and he wears glasses sometimes and he looks good with or without them
    and i really wish
    i knew all these things
    so i know what song to play for him when he's upset
    and if he wants tea i wanna know if i should put honey in it
    (if he likes tea)
    and what type of cereal he wants when he wants some
    but i'll never know
    because i'm the shy girl across the room
    who hides behind her hair and the sleeves of her hoodies
    and glances at him when she thinks he's not looking
    and he never is

  4. BlackButterflies BlackButterflies
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2013 4:58am UTC
    sticks and stones, they broke my bones,
    words, they broke my heart
    silence broke what was left of me
    and then i fell apart.

  5. Eli22b Eli22b
    posted a quote
    March 6, 2013 3:24pm UTC
    Tears that won't fall,
    are the worst of their kind.
    For they only existed,
    in your mind.
    Your breathing is ragged,
    yours eyes blood-shot.
    But the tears dont come,
    leaving your soul to rot.

  6. BlackButterflies BlackButterflies
    posted a quote
    April 29, 2013 9:13pm UTC
    We used to be youandme
    and then we were you-and-me
    and then we were you and me
    and then we were you…. and me?
    and now there’s
    you
    and
    then
    there’s
    me.

  7. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    June 10, 2013 7:42pm UTC
    To Santa Claus and Little Sisters
    By, Anonymous
    Once,
    On yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a poem,
    And called it "Chops"
    Because that was the name of his dog,
    And that's what it was all about.
    And his teacher gave him an "A"
    and a gold star,
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    And read it to all his aunts.
    That was the year his sister was born,
    With tiny toenails and no hair,
    And Father Tracy took them to the zoo
    And let them sing on the bus.
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a Christmas card
    Signed with a row of x's.
    And his father always tucked him in at night,
    And he was always there to do it.
    Once,
    On white paper, with blue lines, he wrote another poem.
    And he called it "Autumn"
    Because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about.
    And his teacher gave him an "A"
    And told him to write more clearly.
    And his mother didn't hang it on the kitchen door
    Because the door
    Had just been painted
    That was the year his sister got glasses,
    With black frames and thick lenses
    And the kids told him why mother and father
    Kissed a lot.
    And Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews,
    And the girl around the block laughed
    When he went to see Santa Claus at Macy's
    And his father stopped tucking him in at night,
    And got mad at him when he cried for him to.
    Once,
    On paper torn from his notebook, he wrote another poem,
    And he called it "Question Marked Innocence",
    Because that was the name of his grief
    And that's what it was all about.
    And the professor gave him an "A"
    And a strange and steady look.
    And his mother never hung it on the door
    Because he never let her see it.
    That year he found his sister necking on the back porch
    And his parents never kissed, or even smiled.
    And he forgot how the end of "Apostle's Creed" went,
    And Father Tracy died.
    And the girl around the block wore too much make-up
    That made him cough when he kissed her,
    But he kissed her anyway
    Once
    At 3 a.m., he tucked himself in bed,
    His father snoring soundly.
    He tried another poem, on the back of a pack of matches,
    And he called it "absolutely nothing"
    Because that's what it was all about.
    And he gave himself an "A"
    And a slash on each damp wrist
    And hung it on the bathroom door,
    Because he couldn't reach the kitchen.

  8. Cammie Cammie
    posted a quote
    February 18, 2013 1:27pm UTC
    We all say we hate these celebrities.
    But why? I mean for instance One Direction. Even though I don't listen to them I still have respect for them. I mean they were regular people like us who found there dream in life and followed it. They had a passion to make music together. And the Directioners? I don't why we all blame them... One Direction made a difference in their lives. Why do we have to hate them for it? If One Direction made one girl's life change then why do we have to go in her face and tell them that we hate One Direction and their music?
    I just don't get it.

  9. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2013 9:42pm UTC
    isn't it ironic
    how we kill
    flowers
    because we
    think that
    they are
    beautiful
    but we kill
    ourselves
    because we
    think we're
    not.

  10. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    October 25, 2013 9:20pm UTC
    Every year for Halloween I wanted to be a pumpkin, sunflower, m&m, turtle.
    But, when you get older, the costumes tend to get smaller. Finessing curves into eyecandy instead of masterpiece. American beauty turned apple pie cutie.
    So, this year, I decided to be a school teacher, nurse, fairy, Wonder Woman.
    But, when I went to buy the costume I was like, "Where's the rest of it.? Is B for books or boobs? Was the toothfairy a stripper? To check temperatures or raise them? Oh, hell no. Heels?"
    Halloween has become a different type of freakshow and all that I am don't fit prettily into polyester and spandex.
    I'd much rather be a sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Lochness. Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience. Everybody knows I'm a motherfcking monster.
    Society is trying to squeeze the fantasy out of us--turn our feminine fatal.
    So, this year I think I'll be monster. Let me be mummy--empty of all organs so they'd never fail me. Only my heart would remain, the center of inteligence and emotion. But, I'd never need to feel another pair of greedy eyes on me.
    Monster.
    I'd much rather be vampire--my reflection disapearing every time I looked in the mirror so I wouldn't have to worry about flaws that stare blankly back at me. I will suck everyone woman's sterotype out of your throats.
    Monster.
    I've heard that some of the most beautiful women are the craziest ones. On a good day I'm human, on a full moon--werewolf that I exist when the lunar ticks. Ticking 'till the time comes when I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.
    Monster.
    Let me be your worst nightmare for one night. I'll shed away my wings and Betsy Johnson's and I'll play boogieman. See, I know what you're afraid of--A woman who can do bad, no evil, all by herself. But, nowadays, boogieman is a lot less frightening than a strong woman.
    Monster.
    But, no matter what garments we wrap ourselves in, a woman's status as trick, treat, or geek is not up for discussion.
    A woman dressing, acting, or being should be her choice.
    If a woman wants to wear a skimpy outfit, let it be her choice.
    If a woman wants to cover up let it be her choice.
    If I wanna be a motherfcking monster then let it be my choice.
    Is B for books or for boobs? Both.
    To check temperatures or raise them? Both.
    Was the tooth fairy a stripper? Maybe.
    But who cares?
    See, I'd much rather be woman and if it means that I must be a monster then
    Happy Halloween.

  11. celestialerror* celestialerror*
    posted a quote
    February 19, 2013 7:17pm UTC
    To you, they're just band;
    to me, they're my heroes.
    To you, it's just a poem;
    to me, it's a masterpiece.
    To you, they're just words;
    to me, they're a weapon, a tool.
    To you, it's just music;
    to me, it's a religion.
    To you, it's just a book;
    to me, it's an old friend.
    To you, it means nothing;
    to me, it means everything.

  12. notyouraverageteenagegirl notyouraverageteenagegirl
    posted a quote
    February 22, 2013 5:23pm UTC
    i miss the days
    when the only thing i had to worry about was being the
    "line leader"...
    format credit: notyouraverageteenagegirl

  13. SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping
    posted a quote
    October 10, 2013 7:01pm UTC
    Once upon a time a girl met a boy.
    They were both young, naive, and looking for joy.
    They became friends, but it wasn't enough.
    He asked her out and they were falling in love.
    But the girl got scared, and she tried to run.
    When she realized her mistake, the boy decided revenge was more fun.
    So he found a new lover, an evil witch who took him away.
    And the girl watched them with her broken heart day after day.

  14. *Dirtbag* *Dirtbag*
    posted a quote
    September 17, 2013 6:55pm UTC
    Today At school I saw the prettiest girl
    Her head barried in her hands
    I asked her whats wrong and she said
    "I've been bullied, For being so ugly and why is a guy like you talking to me?"
    My heart stopped I couldnt believe a girl like that was asking why I was talking to her
    Or why she believed what they had said
    I replied simply
    "You are Beautiful, And you shouldn't believe what those jerks say"
    I then noticed the cuts on her wrists and I suddenly felt lightheaded
    Oh no I thought she only cuts because shes being made fun of
    "Really? That means so much to me"
    She dried the tears from her eyes then smiled
    I can't believe how cruel people can be now days...
    It really hurts me...
    It cuts me like a knife...

  15. JustAnotherWittyGuy18 JustAnotherWittyGuy18
    posted a quote
    April 28, 2013 2:48am UTC
    A pill for the pain,
    Two for the lies.
    Three for the smiles,
    I have to hide behind.
    Four for the times,
    when you weren't around,
    Five for the reason,
    I no longer care.
    Ten for the scars,
    Twenty for the abuse,
    Thirty more for my pitiful excuse.
    Forty for my friends,
    Fifty for the family,
    A promise to them,
    that I was never really happy.
    Sixty for the thoughts,
    Of ending my life,
    Seventy just out of spite.
    Eighty for being lost,
    Ninety for you not seeing,
    Ninety eight for you,
    And darling?
    One Hundred for me.
    Mypoem
    Copyright 2013 justanotherwittyguy18
    Fave/comment/leave feedback
    If ii don't come back, this is my suicide note
    </3 </3 </3 </3 </3

  16. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2013 5:11pm UTC
    in twenty years from now
    i don't want to be just another name
    in twenty years from now
    i still want to be in your life
    in twenty years from now
    i want someone to stop you on the street
    ask you have you're doing
    and bring up my name
    in twenty years from now
    i don't want your answer to be
    "i haven't seen her in ages"
    in twenty years from now
    i hope you say
    "she's waiting for me at home."

  17. destabilise destabilise
    posted a quote
    September 30, 2013 9:45pm UTC
    if you’re laying in bed
    wrapped up in sheets
    of miserable thought,
    go to sleep
    if thumbing through old messages
    only causes your heart to ache
    and long for something unattainable
    erase them
    if it hurts to keep
    everything you’re feeling
    bottled up inside
    let it out
    if you’re clinging onto someone
    that doesn’t treat you like
    you’re worth the world
    let them go
    because sometimes
    we choose to believe
    that things are only
    indistinguishable shades of gray
    when in reality,
    life is more black and white
    than it seems
    if you’re unhappy
    with the way
    you are living your life
    change it
    — m.k.

  18. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    September 11, 2013 3:16pm UTC
    Her hair was up in a ponytail,
    Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
    Today was Daddy's Day at school,
    and she couldn't wait to go.
    But her mommy tried to tell her,
    that she probably should stay home.
    Why the kids might not understand,
    if she went to school alone.
    But she was not afraid;
    she knew just what to say.
    What to tell her classmates
    of why he wasn't there today.
    But still her mother worried,
    for her to face this day alone.
    And that was why once again,
    she tried to keep her daughter home.
    But the little girl went to school,
    eager to tell them all.
    About a dad she never sees.
    A dad who never calls.
    There were daddies along the wall in the back,
    for everyone to meet.
    Children squirming impatiently,
    anxious in their seats.
    One by one the teacher called,
    a student from the class.
    To introduce their daddy,
    as seconds slowly passed.
    At last the teacher called her name,
    every child turned to stare.
    Each of them was searching,
    for a many who wasn't there.
    "Where's her daddy at?"
    she heard a boy call out..
    "She probably doesn't have one,"
    another dared to shout.
    And from somewhere near the back,
    she heard a daddy say,
    "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
    The words did not offend her,
    as she smiled up at her mom.
    And looked back at her teacher,
    who told her to go on.
    And with hands behind her back,
    slowly she began to speak.
    And out from the mouth of a child,
    came words incredibly unique.
    "My daddy couldn't be here,
    because he lives so far away.
    But I know he wishes he could be,
    since this was such a special day."
    "And though you cannot meet him,
    I wanted you to know.
    All about my daddy,
    and how much he loves me so."
    "He loved to tell me stories.
    He taught me to ride my bike.
    He surprised me with read roses,
    and taught me to fly a kite."
    "We used to share fudge sundaes,
    and ice cream in a cone.
    And though you cannot see him,
    I'm not standing here alone."
    "'Cause my daddy's always with me,
    even though we are apart.
    I know because he told me,
    he'll forever be in my heart."
    With thatm her little hand reached up,
    and lay across her chest.
    Feeling her own heartbeat,
    beneath her favorite dress.
    And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
    her mother stood in tears.
    Proudly watching her daughter,
    who was wise beyond her years.
    For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
    Doing what was best for her,
    doing what was right.
    And when she dropped her hand back down,
    staring straight into the crowd.
    She finished with a voice so softm
    but its message clear and loud.
    "I love my daddy very much.
    He's my shining star.
    And if he could, he'd be here.
    But, heaven's just too far."
    "You see he was a fireman
    and died just this past year.
    When airplanes hit the towers,
    and taught Americans to fear."
    "But, sometimes when I close my eyes,
    it's like he never went away."
    And then she closed her eyes,
    and saw him there that day.
    And to her mother's amazement,
    she witnessed with surprise.
    A room full of daddies and children,
    All starting to close their eyes.
    Who knows what they saw before them,
    who knows what the felt inside.
    Perhaps for merely a second,
    they saw him at her side.
    "I know you're with me Daddy,"
    To the silence she called out.
    And what happened next made believers,
    of those once filled with doubt.
    Not one in that room could explain it,
    For each of their eyes had been closed.
    But there on the desk beside her,
    was a fragrant, long-stemmed pink rose.
    And a child was blessed, if only for a moment.
    By the love of her shining bright star.
    And given the gift of believing,
    that heaven is never too far.

  19. celestialerror* celestialerror*
    posted a quote
    March 9, 2013 12:01pm UTC
    I'm jealous
    of those dark nights
    that know all of
    your 3 a.m. secrets.

  20. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    December 4, 2013 3:42pm UTC
    We are the generation of the selfie and self-induced
    sadness,
    born in the same year the three of my idols would
    commit suicide.
    most poets die with the lights on,
    but we all plan on drowning.
    we are the generation of grounding lightning into
    coffee beans of pulling strings from the hems of our
    dresses until we unravel,
    of leaving footprints in the gravel on the way to the
    edge of the world. I am a computer girl,
    and I was born in the year of the boar. Maybe
    that’s why I’m a wh.ore,
    and my best friends are all pigs,
    and I dig my own grave every time I open my mouth.
    We are the generation of meaningless trophies, it’s
    true.
    My parents like to tell me: “you
    think that you deserve everything.” But we are a
    generation of scraping,
    watching our parents cry over housing prices
    and dying white clothes black to blend in.
    We are children of the wind, born to land wherever
    freedom settles us and we take our parent’s debt
    with us everywhere.
    We are a generation of change and of chains, and
    mostly
    I think we deserve any fame we can get:
    thirty people hitting “like” on a status.
    Girls posting photos of themselves naked have
    earned every moment of bliss
    they receive from finding themselves beautiful in
    their own skin.
    We are a generation of women airbrushed to perfection
    and daughters taking pills to feel pretty again.
    And mostly, I don’t like to make sweeping
    generalizations about my friends
    but I think it’s okay
    if at the end of some days we feel like relaxing,
    taking a photo of our dinner,
    telling two hundred near-strangers how lucky we
    feel to be existing anywhere at all.”
    the selfie generation; hannah beth ragland

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