Poems I Did Not Write
Okay I didn't exactly get permission to put these poems here. I didn't write them, so don't take them. Wait, you shouldn't be taking my stuff anyway. Asshole.
Most
its funny how I feel right now
I'm giddy and happy yet
as I type I hit the keys hard
too hard
with passion
some people can get under your skin
without even knowing it
(beauty's only skin deep)
the one who means the most
I hate the most
ruins me the most
breaks me the most
makes me smile the most
think of them the most
learn from them the most
(you remember 8% of what you learn in high school)
I'll remember you...
staring at your name
that I wrote
doesn't make me feel closer to you
just makes me realize
that even you name is beautiful
scrawled across looseleaf paper
this is life
this is teenage hell
this is me doing well
smile
cuz I am
for my most
Loving Life
And she falls,
shining chocolate curls bounce playfully over her eyes,
shielding them from the world.
She cries,
beneath her silky brown curtain
and tosses her head back to let
the clouds see her tears...
She dusts off her jeans,
forgetting she bought them
that way,
forgetting she likes them that way,
forgetting she's still crying.
She runs her hand across her face,
missing the tears she never meant to wipe
away.
She wants the world to see her pain
but happiness is hidden-always hidden.
She smiles between sob fests,
and throws her blue eyes to the clouds. No one is even watching, Darcie,
but we all can hear you laugh.
there is a word for this

walk that walk
show them all you've got
cause' all you've got
is who you are
and that walk
wont make you anymore you
then you already aren't
on a bad day
when nothing goes your way
though it doesn't seem so bad
when you stand back
and stare at the situation
unattached
from what you wish
you could completely understand
the consequences of tomorrow
when today just seems
so unreal
not there at all
and that walk seems a little less you
then they thought you were
when they thought you would react
differently
and all you could do was blankly
stand back
and take things in
though they never sunk
where they
could of
should of
not until you sleep
tomorrow
or the next day
or friday morning
and un-attachment
isn't an option anymore.
I don't feel sad and I know I should.
The Full Man
you'd cut your nose off to spite your face
do you know what that means?
it means that if I was going to kill myself
you'd do it too
but bigger, better,
more terrifying
I'd take the pills
and you would shoot yourself in the head
there's more of a mess that way
and they'd talk about you instead of me
what a tragedy
you fish for complements
do you know what that means?
it means that you degrade yourself
publicly and loudly
but you think the world of yourself
you just want us to agree
without the pesky challenge
of being thought stuck up
you are more of a tragic hero then
and they'd talk about you instead of me
what a brave boy he is
the full man does not understand the wants of the hungry
do you know what that means?
it means that you'll never understand
a word I say
but you will nod
and say all the right things
yet you will never see what I need
and swear on your life or mine that you do
you are always the golden boy then
and they'd turn on me instead of you
how could I say such things?
what a patient boy
Anlashok335@cs.com
Untitled

As the wind blows through my
messy curls
I think of the girls
who have straight hair
and who live down the street in
the nice houses
instead of
the apartments.
The ones who laugh and stare at me for being too big
and for not having enough
money.
I think of the ones who don't think twice
of making fun and
I cry.
Untitled
Melancholy is the infinite sadness...
it's unrequited love,
a blue-sy day,
perpetually pissed in a passive way,
it's being sick & hating where you are right now.
Its the feeling that no one wants but everyone gets.
Its losing what you hold dearest to you and feeling that
you can't get it back.
It's letting go of the one you never thought you'd leave.
It's starting off as someone's everything, dwindling down
to their something, and ending up as their nothing.
It's an eternal state of pensiveness.
It's the condition you slip into once accepting the fact that
things will never go your way.
It's what I am when you're not here with me.
It's the sadness you feel that makes you want to write a song
than can only make you hurt more.
It's that inexplicable somberness that sets in and seems never to leave.
Growing up on a Friday
today felt like thursday all day long,
and it didnt feel like thursdays past.
because thursday doesn't make me happy anymore.
thursdays used to be synonomous with adventure, friends, and good memories;
"only on Thursdays" was what we all said.
i dont have that anymore, and now
thursday is just the day before friday, almost the weekend,
but not quite good enough.
ltbradshaw@hotmail.com
description of beauty
pretty boys and fashion magazines
a few of her favorite things
lower the water level,
she's not quite shallow enough
counts her calories
laps up lovers' attentions
and nothing's missing
but a little depth in her eyes
right to her insides
she dreams of gucci shoes
and go-go-pink lipgloss
and she gets all the boys
plays with them like toys
till it's time to throw 'em away
somethin was there once,
so the rumor goes,
till she picked up her first Cosmo
such a complex life,
of a beauty queen
Thebuffster017@aol.com
alana's philosophy
it always did
piss me off
that you could tell a joke
and they wouldn't laugh
then someone else would say
the same thing
and they cracked up
it always did
give me chills
that you never shaved
your legs
even for a date
with a guy
when we went in the car
the 69' mustang
your hair would fly up
you never smoothed it
i noticed
at the movies
kids threw popcorn
at you
you never moved
and i wondered why
to this day
i used to wonder
how you got those
marks on your arms
until i finally realized it wasn't
from when you fell off the carousel
and you didn't flinch because you were patient
and your legs- well you did care
but if i said it
i could never again imagine
that you were truly amazing
and that it really wasn't your fault
Adam
Adam didn't wake up last night,
from his hypnotic dream.
He never really wanted to,
or that's the way it seemed.
I loved the way he rolled his eyes at all my corny jokes.
Or told me that the government was all just one big hoax.
Adam liked his toast buttered upside-down.
And whenever I asked which side was wrong,
he'd smile,
but his eyes would frown.
He told me that he skated,
that he was an outcast from the start.
He'd tuck away his papers,
and say he wasn't smart.
But I could see behind the hurt,
the pain,
the things he kept inside.
For brief moments I'd see the real him,
but there were just things he had to hide.
Just some things I wish I'd known before he went away...
Just some things I wish I'd said but I didn't know how to say...
Cured
He's that blue-eyed wonder of the world,
cast down upon by
those who could never understand
the concept of "soul mates".
Not that he was mine,
and I sure as hell wasn't his..
But that's what we'd tell people
when their unapproving glances would gaze over my Roxy sweatshirt
and his worn-out skateboard.
Oh, and how many hours
I've spent laughing at the images
of him trying to toast his Top Ramen..
Just as I supposed he's snickered
at the memories of yesteryear,
when I lit my hair on fire with that
Cucumber melon candle.
The stench still lingers in my hallway,
of cool cucumber and burnt hair..
But the sight of him is no longer there,
shaking his head-that look on his face..
The look of a person who's blue-eyed
innocence had left him..
As if he had been blinded for so many years;
immune to my annoyance,
and then cured.
Cured for life when he said goodbye
to his teary eyed counterpart.
But never leaving
an antidote
to mend
my broken heart. squishycow@earthlink.net
Back
I didnt want to have to write a poem about you

Sitting here in a house that isnt mine
writing on paper that doesnt belong to me
all the while
wishing every second that i was with you
instead of this place

i wanna talk to you on the phone
about anything
until you have to leave
so she doesnt get suspicious
like she always is about us
because everyone thinks were something more
but like you always say
'someday theyll get it, someday theyll all get that were just friends'
and i just answer a quick 'ya'
so i dont get myself in trouble

I wanna run to you with this
like i do with everything else
but i think
that could possibly be
the biggest mistake of my life.
or maybe
my biggest mistake
was falling for you in the first place.