Teen Poetry #7 |
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sins_and_tragedies Junior Member
since 2006-04-26
Posts 41england |
i just wondered what i could call this poem any ideas? maybe I don't like listening to rave and I'm not on the social mountaintops, maybe I don't care about the things that make your worlds twirl, maybe you look at me and think: Gee, what a nothing girl. Maybe I like giving smiles which seems to be a sin today, and maybe I allow my imagination to sometimes run away, maybe you don't understand this and that's why you cannot see, if this make me a nothing girl, hey, that's ok with me! The world makes you believe your personality mustn't be detected, your face must be picture perfect and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted. Maybe I look at you and feel sorry that you're blind, robots you have became, yourself you'll never find. God made you, as well as me, this means I am something, the world is a liar and if I must be a nothing for you to see it, [This message has been edited by sins_and_tragedies (04-26-2006 03:52 PM).] |
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pullingxthextrigger Member
since 2006-05-01
Posts 133MA,..USA llx |
WOAH!!!! this poem is sooooo awesome!!! loved it!!! its so true. if u wear something that you think is cool, and they dont like it;they'll do that. grr i hate when ppl all look the same. nobody's the same and i dont know when they'r gonna learn that. excellant poem keep it up<3 ~nora your pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong </3 llx |
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AtLsHawTy17 Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 60IL, |
The world makes you believe your personality mustn't be detected, your face must be picture perfect and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted. Maybe I look at you and feel sorry that you're blind, robots you have became, yourself you'll never find. the idea behind this poem is awesome, and sooo tru.... maybe a title like "Picture perfect isn't so pefect at all" or A nothing girl to the world, is a real person... i dunno just sum ideas , there not the best but you can work with em.... Too late to cry, you're gone... why should I cry, you can't wipe the tears dry, so what am I to do? I need to be with you....-Me |
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