I'm just like
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Thread Topic: I'm just like
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how does someone so loving, learn to hate her own guts?
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bare cussing alert lol
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im gonna post in your thread one of my favorite poems
YOU MAY LIKE IT
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem.
He called it "Chops", because that was the name of his dog,
and thats 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 his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on the bus,
And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair.
And his mother and father kissed alot,
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine with a row of x's,
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant.
and his father always tucked him in bed at night,
and was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines, he wrote a poem.
And he called it "Autumn", because that was the name of the season,
And thats what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A, and asked him to write more clearly.
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door,
because of the new paint.
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars,
And left butts in the pews, and sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses, with the thick lenses and black frames.
And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed alot,
And his father never tucked him in bed at night,
And his father got mad, when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook, he wrote a poem.
And he called it "Innocence: A Question", because that was the question about his girl,
And thats what it was all about.
And his professor gave him an A, and a strange steady look,
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door,
because he never showed her.
That was the year that Father Tracy died,
And he forgot how the end of the Apostles Creed went.
And he caught his sister, making out on the back porch.
And his mother and father never kissed, or even talked.
And the girl around the corner, wore too much make-up,
That made him cough when he kissed her, but he kissed her anyway,
because that was the thing to do.
And at 3AM he tucked himself into bed, his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag, he tried another poem.
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing", because thats what it was really all about.
And he gave himself an A, and a slash on each damned wrist.
And he hung it on the bathroom door, because this time he didn't think,
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omg I love that, even though it is sad...
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i read it to my creative writing class
and cried
because best friend sigh
BUT isn't it just so powerful. o: -
it's insanely powerful!
I wish I could write like that... -
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"Love? *he smirked* it breaks your heart and steals your soul" Quote :D
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what was that off of?
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*tackles Ann* Hello
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hi
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