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Things to do when you're bored

Things to do when you're bored: • Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper • Wait around corners and scare random people • Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave • Go out and adopt fifty puppies • Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!' • Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago • Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back' • Get a lemonade stand, give o

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Life

I hate my life. I want to die. Now I know That life would Move on without me. But that doesn't matter. I know That my family Would miss me. I know That we don't know What happens after death I know It's a permanent solution To a temporary problem. Those reasons don't really matter to me. It doesn't stop my way of thinking. Suicide still sounds appealing. People call me a coward For running away from my problems And maybe they're right. But I don't see the light anymore. And I just want to go away. My life doesn't seem worth living. Because: My family would move on. Things might now get better. I believe we are re

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Daddy

Daddy, aren't you proud of me? Haven't I done enough Daddy? Am I not your little girl? Daddy, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but can you please come back? I promise I'll do better. I promise I can be perfect. Daddy, Don't you love me? Look I drew you a picture, will you come home now? Daddy? Where did you go? Please come back. Mommy says you don't care anymore but I know it's not true. It can't be true. Daddy, You don't even call anymore. You said you loved me and that I was your princess, then why aren't you here? Daddy, Please come home. I want my Daddy back.

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Well...

Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat. A fat, ugly person. Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake. A fake wannabe. Well, you're happy. What are you hiding? You've got to be hiding something. Well, you're sad. You must be emo. An emo attention seeker. Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk. Why would anyone like you in the first place? Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody. Nobody at all. Well, you're you. What else could go wrong?

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You're Not?

You're anorexic if you're thin You're not? Then you're obese. If you're different, you're insane You're not? Then you're a fake. If you're happy, you're hiding something. You're not? You must be emo. If you're dating, you're a slut. You're not? You must have no friends. If you're popular, you're a jerk. You're not? You're a nobody. If you're quiet, you must be disabled. You're not? You obnoxious freak. If you're you, you're wrong. You're not? Then you must be perfect.

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Hello Darling.

Hello darling. I see you're hiding behind long sleeves. I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up. But, hello darling. You can show me. Hello dear. I see you're pushing away your dinner. I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles. But, hello dear. You can show me. Hello honey. I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about. I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others. I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost a

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The Assumption Poem

The Assumption Poem: There once was a pirate whose name was Big Brock He was a young lad with a really big- Gun and he tried to hold up this young lass! He bent her right over and swiped her sweet- Chain that she kept in her pocket out front He took it and ran while he called her a- Fool for keeping something nice on her dress He ran to a bar and squeezed one young maid's- Hand when he asked her to go out on a date Before the big night he would go master- Swordsmanship skills and a punch that was slick Maybe later she would go suck on his- Plant that was filled with some rum by the door He smiled when she arrived for she looked

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Yeah I'm Stupid!

Yeah I'm Stupid!: Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent, Learned and completely right in everything you say about me. However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang — "Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things. Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent? - Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a life and love that keeps me really strong. See I Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do, Str

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We Poets Are Frustrated...

We Poets Are Frustrated... I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling: A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat! A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw; Shadowed by a child's melancholia... Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl. Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities! In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome? Why shred your works with such heavy tears? Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman? Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe! We need only take these simple themes And corrupt them with all

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4 am

I’m trying not to let it consume me, but it’s 4:05 am, and I’m staring at the ceiling. Bitterness wets me tongue, and I lick my parched lips. Nothing is heard throughout the house except for the soft hum of the water heater, doing work nobody sees. Somewhere in the distance, there’s a car driving down the road, although I can’t imagine who in their right mind would be driving at this time. It’s 4:06 am, now, and I can feel the beginnings of a migraine developing on the left side of my face. Maybe count backwards from 100? But it’s too late now – my brain is already running. I&#

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Drip

Drip. Drip. Goes my heart. I'm loosing emotions fast. I can't seal a leak with a band-aid, so I'll wait for the storm to pass. Eco. Eco. Goes my life. I'll never come first in someone's heart. So leave me as an abandoned project, bound to fall apart. Bang. Bang. Let me in. I can't take the cold anymore I'm tired of being alone and left behind locked doors Drip. Drip. It goes again. Sealing it is getting tough. Drip. Drop. Make it stop. My heart has had enough.

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grief

we were happy together. i still remember your warmth. your laugh. your smile. your love. that's why.... i don't understand. every day, i'm reminded of you, even if it's in some very little way. seeing the swings or lovers holding each other close. i always remember. because you... you were my everything. how could you have done this? why did you believe so adamantly that this would be the best path to take? now i'm left with the little pieces of myself, trying to fix them. you left me behind... and yet, i don't hate you. i can't. though you're gone, i find myself missing you more than anything else. i loved you. i trusted you. i wanted t

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Insurrection

Insurrection Prologue The four tyrants stood over the hero's fallen figure. It had surprised them that he had put up such a fierce fight, but they had prevailed as they knew they would. The quartet were a motley group of villains the fallen hero had defeated in the past. All had been assumed dead, but they had revealed themselves to be alive and well years earlier. It had taken them until now to band together. The shortest of the four, a diminuitive Riptoc with fiery orange scales, emerald-green eyes and dressed in purple robes held his sceptre at the crumpled form's neck. He grinned revealing a row of sharp, pearly-white teeth. "Well Dr

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Society Is Ugly.

Society is ugly. Not you. Beauty is defined by How you act. Not by the number on the Scale. Starving doesn't work. Purging doesn't work. Pills don't work. The girl you see In the mirror is Perfect Just the way she is Now. Don't get upset because You don't match up To the media's Expectations. Cutting won't work. Crying won't work. Dying won't work. Remember this: Society is ugly. Not you.

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Jack in the Box

Jack springs out of its festive cage in the darkest corner of my bedroom, shaking off the cobwebs time and time again. Jack and I used to get along. I would reel that handle like I was using a meat grinder - showing a little resistance as I slowly cue Jack into the scene in the outside world of his circus prison. Laughs were shared... My innocence from childhood was buried in as shallow grave. Losing my smile was hard, but not as hard as finding a new one. I'm still looking. All this time, Jack is mocking me. Jack no longer needs a hand to get himself out of jail; Jack pops when he pleases and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. This i

Happy Together

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Published: May 26, 2009

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moonchildofthenorth

Jun 18, 2009

Beautiful visual, beautiful haiku..! Its too bad is gets so blurry in full size. But I still love it!

and thank you so much for the fave

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