I wanted to name my first dog Eyore, but my dad wouldn’t let me

I wanted to name him Piglet, but my dad wouldn’t let me

I wanted to name him Elmo, and my dad let me

When we got Elmo he was a playful licky puppy

After two months he grew quiet, riding on my shoulder

My mom and dad decided to take him to the vet

No one would tell me what was wrong…My first dog was gone

Change

Praying for change, you sit in here in your room.

Hoping for some fraction of guidance that can tell you what to do,

You start to get busy, by changing what's outside.

And the only thing you think of,

is how they'll react.

You constantly tell yourself, you're doing this for respect

But why should you have to work so hard for it?

You wipe away the thought, and convince yourself

You're doing this for your lost friends...

or are you?

Saying you don't care, you again continue,

Thinking of how much they'll regret what they said.

But then the thought hits you.

And you immediately stop. Thinking,

What am I doing?

Changing your outside won't change what they think!

Even if they treated me differently, it'd be for the wrong reasons.

And that's not what you want to do.

You want to make them all regret the way they treated you,

but now now you need to be patient.

So you continue being you, the way you are outside, and inside,

and you've dedicated yourself to not letting them get to you.

Because in the end, the only real thing that should stay

Is those you love, and who love you too.

Your friends.

original poem by tesa131313

Drew another dull silver line on your next letter

No new news, I caught another firefly, another heart

Still looking out the window for stormy weather

You know I will still stand there for winter and snow

Maybe go outside and bear frostbite just for you

And send you a pretty Christmas memorandum

End the letter with a “will always remain true”

Truth is, this distance deadens my once lively soul

You were so bothersome yet I know I miss it

For every fight there were a billion great moments

I hate saying that I probably can’t visit

I dread it so because it is impossible

I also fear losing touch with you forever

Who would protect me from my insecurities?

Need to be with you to stop falling in never

By Kangaroo89 (really? Thats what I call myself?)

Someone die you say.

Just the other day?

I hadn’t heard a word of it

Tell what you said (whooray).

How tragic that we lost him,

(I’m really glad he’s gone)

I wish I could have said good-bye

(Though different words be done).

He was such a benefit

(that lazy bastard never worked).

He gave and gave but never asked

(except for all it’s worth).

I’ll go pass on the news

To every one I know

(and shout for joy at every desk

that he should have to go).

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Minute (jet)blues, held up

against my grey lost battery.

Losing power, time

and a little thing

called adventure.

Demountable airports

mean temporary

can fly anywhere.

A/N: For the odd times.

My house,

A collection of unanimous objects from the shops,

Beautifully shoved together,

Beautifully processed in a unique way.

My family,

A bunch of strangers bought together by some means,

Without any interactions or intimacy within,

Without any difference to those unknown dudes in the streets!

My friends,

Anyone with merely negative personalities,

More than disgusting, shameful, appalling, or even purely unacceptable,

I really enjoyed their company!

Myself,

A gathering of scattered events in life,

Languidly connected together like a giant jigsaw puzzle,

Incredulous, but sadly turned unique by giving it a name.

Conclusion,

Sadness, sorrow, loneliness, gloom, neglected, assumed dead,

All in one, never so vivid.

Altogether to equal the essence and structure,

Of my life, my own sad-stricken life of the century

Additionally meaning it is all a,

Waste of time!

His masterful bend of the will

Has, against mine own,

Dragged me into his net and web

To unsuspecting minds

Those which are blissfully naive

To his kniving kindness.

I am alone, caught with these other shadows

And I alone have not a veil wrapped around

My head, leaving me blind to him

And senseless to his touch

I feel his sting

The warmth of his venom through my

Ignorant veins.

Scanning through the watch glass of my eye

I perceive only white and black

But now my gaze drifts towards

My own form and I am

Stark blood red

Yet nobody seems to take notice

They have been whisked from

This place to the labyrinth of his mind

And I am guilty for not

Saving them

For I take his hand

And follow lead

His masterful bend of the will

Has, against mine own,

Dragged me into his net and web

To unsuspecting minds

Those which are blissfully naive

To his kniving kindness.

I am alone, caught with these other shadows

And I alone have not a veil wrapped around

My head, leaving me blind to him

And senseless to his touch

I feel his sting

The warmth of his venom through my

Ignorant veins.

Scanning through the watch glass of my eye

I perceive only white and black

But now my gaze drifts towards

My own form and I am

Stark blood red

Yet nobody seems to take notice

They have been whisked from

This place to the labyrinth of his mind

And I am guilty for not

Saving them

For I take his hand

And follow lead

I don't know who I am anymore

Thoughts of the pain,suffering and blood

I'm now as helpless as a snow covered rose bud

The great big clock has just struck 10

Darkness covers all,deludes my skin

I feel so out of place,in such a shock

I know ill never get over this stumbling block

So from now I start to wither away

My full potential turned to gray

My mind is a whirring plane of death

I'm choking,I feel my lack of breath

I keep thinking of that ice cold rose

It gently withered,died and froze

Thats me..sad but true

Bleeding on the inside from lack of you

And now I ask myself,'am I really going to fade away?'

'Allow myself to die today?'

no..I'm not but I'm being buried in stone

The pain and darkness,is my only real home

I feel ice cold and remember the rose

the one I said had gently froze

I picture it again but it has a new feature

Blood splattered rose bud,my real image teacher

It's ending I know it...

But how do I show it?

Theres no real way,I understand

erm...may i enter? i post my poem here...right? please let no one copy this!

Forever Alone

And she's crying out, with no reply

No idea, if she's dead or alive

Just a girl, so innocent

Or does innocence even exist?

And, she's drowning

Is no one there?

Blind, do we have no eyes?

Deaf, do we have no ears?

Touch, do we have no fingers?

She's suffering

Doesn't understand, herself, why she's so unhappy

And who?

Is there to hold her?

Indeed, shes dying

Indeed she's crying

So why are they choosing to pretend she's not?

In a web of depression she's surely caught

Because it's easier, to think she's fine

"Where am I?" she says, to the darkest of dark, "Does no one know I'm here?"

Yes, my child, we know you are there With your pale face and tangly hair

It's just more simple to think you're not.

So how, can we live like this?

How, can we accept Satan's kiss?

When He is right there? So disapointed, He cannot bare

Yet He is unable to save her

People must have eyes of milky white

And their ears must scatter the ground, and their fingers must be useless

Can someone take her hand? In her silent land, be her savior?

Oh, I forgot Saviors don't really exist anymore

And the darkness she truly abhors

Demented, light,

Where have you gone?

Where have you been?

She needs you now And no one's there

Cold to the bone

Forever alone

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