|[ Incase You're Lonely... ]|

[This is a short poem for everyone who's hurt... and just needs a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on.]

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“Time stops for no man,” we’ve said
We all can relate to philosophy we’ve read
Curing is not faking forget
Always remember and never regret

A shoulder to lean on means so much more
Your heart grows stronger with each sore
Take a deep breath and let the tears roll
Don’t break down, keep your heart whole

We can feel for you if your heart’s numb
All must hurt, or at least some
Having two hands, leaves one to lend
“P.S. I'm here.” is my letter’s end.

|[ Dear Inspector, He Died. ]|

[Just a slightly random poem. And yes, I know it's rhyme scheme is kind of... fucked up.]

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It’s not an excuse
But an incrimination
It’ll bring you to your feet
And the hate of the nation
Ignore it all, and may
You rest in peace

Dear Inspector,
I’m not to blame
It was pressure, I say
He was murdered by shame
I saw it all, and how
He fought to be the best
Even through failure.

“It was never supposed
To dissolve his soul,
It was supposed
To make him stronger”
They say making up
They’re making alibis.

Dear Inspector,
I’m not to blame
It was pressure, I say
He was murdered by shame
I saw it all, and how
He fought to be the best
Even through failure.

I know and I’m sorry.
I didn’t think it’d hurt that bad.

I know and I’m sorry.
I didn’t think it’d hurt that bad.

Dear Inspector,
I’m not to blame
It was pressure, I say
He was murdered by shame
I saw it all, and how
He fought to be the best
Even through failure.
This isn’t how it should be.
I’ll end with…
Sincerely, Me

::| It's The Latest Trend, Everyone Else Is Doing It |::

[What is it? I'm not exactly sure. I guess I was just randomly writing some of my thoughts... it doesn't exactly rhyme, but oh well.]

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Do you ever feel like you are waiting to bleed?
Like you’re driving down the street with no one to meet
I tried to call, but there were no words spoken.
All my wrists are scarred and hearts are broken.
I listened to your conversation with your so-called friend
It was only a few phrases, and but that’s just the trend
To break hearts and seem like a god on earth
But you’re still hoping for you’re one-and-only
And I’m still waiting for that to be me.
I’m a leaf swept off in the breeze
A melodramatic begging you please.
Is she all you wanted and wished to god?
I’m still waiting for you to like what you see.
We’re just a triangle, trying to roll
All of this effort-for-nothing is taking its toll
And this is the end of what’s left of our fate.
You can’t explain it, but you’re telling the truth.
But what’s there to explain? She was your date.
I was the appetizer and all you wanted was a taste
And you’re the page I ripped out of my book.
My hand in yours, was the chain holding me down
I took the bait, and I’m stuck on a hook.

|[ Never Again Will She Shine ]|

[I'm not in a good mood right now, can you tell? Anyway, this poem isn't exactly my best... but I'm not exactly at my best. So, read it or don't. I, frankly, don't give a shit.]

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Tears and screams have found a place
In eyes, lips of a frowned upon face
Find a place in the stereo speakers
Run away, slip on a pair of sneakers

Her eyes have more depth than the moon
Where’s that child with the red balloon?
Did she escape to the mausoleum steps?
She’s been chased away by her missteps

Alone, is the word ringing in her ear
She’s a haunted child, isn’t it clear?
She is different, hurt her, fear her
Walking close, she hears black cat purr

“Yes, I’m different. What’s wrong with that?”
Snuggling up to the grave, pulling down her hat
Another cursed one, her only true friend
Dead are the ones she follows to her end

Cursed, the crows accuse innocent
Suicide so young, only adolescent
A gun shot ringing in still night air
One steel bullet behind her hair

May you rest in peace, poor child
I remember the way you smiled
The one bullet wedged in your head
The curse should’ve taken another instead

|[ Years In The Making ]|

It’s been six years
Time’s not moving fast
Past the state line
The land is vast

We used to be lovers
Lips on lips, hand in hand
Watching the sunset
With our feet in the sand

What happened to what we had?
Our bitter-sweet love, happy yet sad
I still remember, but you’ve forgot
The times we spent in the parking lot

I can’t go back now
We’ve been gone for so long
But I’ve still got the memory
Of us dancing to our song

Six years, and I’m back
Our love’s gone away
Please don’t ask
“Will you stay?”

What happened to what we had?
Our bitter-sweet love, happy yet sad
I still remember, but you’ve forgot
The times we spent in the parking lot

Love will never last forever
I love you, is just a lie
I swear I won’t complain
As long as you don’t ask why

{((Waiting For Never))}i{((Part 2))}

[Woohoo! The next installation of my Untitled piece! Aparently, there are at least a few people who will read it. Knowing that helps, so thanks!]

[Rated: TEEN]

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Shane simply walked out of Aaron’s room, trying not to question his own thoughts. He sat down on the old couch in the living room. Aaron, digging through her closet, finally found something she could wear on a “nice summer day.” Though, none of Aaron’s clothes could be described as snug on her. Aaron always hated tight-fitted clothing.

Quickly, she slipped out of the black The Ramones wife-beater and black pajama bottoms that she wore. Her outfit was a pair of stone-washed jeans; they were pretty much shredded at the knees. For her shirt, she slipped on a loose-fitted neon red tee with a black bat. Through her belt loops, she weaved her black studded belt. Out of the bottom of the bed, she pulled out a black spray-painted shoebox. Inside were all of her spare dollar bills, and she pulled a few of them out. Stuffing them in her pocket, she leaped down the stairs.

“Okay! Ready to go… even though it’s WAY too early!” Aaron complained, a train of yawns following.

“If there’s light out, it’s too early for you.” He replied while picking at the holes at the knees of his black jeans.

“True, true.”

Shane slowly got up from the soft navy blue couch. As he walked over to her at the foot of the stairs, he straightened his Atreyu tee shirt. Aaron slipped on her red chucks as Shane leaned against the wall beside her.

“So, how did you get in?” Aaron questioned as she finished getting her shoes on.

“Don’t you remember?”

[Flashback]

Aaron walked home from shopping at the mall. Earlier, she had asked Shane if he would go to the mall with her. But he was going with his girlfriend, Kaylee. She wasn’t his type, but oh well… and she didn’t deserve him. Aaron always warned him about her cheating on him, he never believed her.

Her feet trudged slowly along the white sidewalk. It was freezing out and snowing.

‘Urgh, I can’t believe Shane won’t believe me about Kaylee. She doesn’t deserve him, he’s too nice. This is why I don’t date!’ Aaron silently fumed.

Steadily, she turned the corner to her house. The house would be empty since her mom was always out working since Aaron’s dad died. Sitting on the steps up to her house sat Shane, his eyes blood-shot and puffy. He was shivering and covered in a coat of snow, he must have been there for quite a while.

“Shane?” Aaron asked questioningly as she headed to the house.

‘Duh, it’s him!’ Aaron thought in reply to herself.

“I’m sorry,” whimpered Shane.

It was heart-wrenching to see Shane in that state. Aaron didn’t ask if he was crying that would be the last thing he would want to talk about.

“Why?” Aaron questioned.

“I… I should’ve believed you. She broke up with me; Kaylee said she loved someone else. The whole time... she’s been cheating on me.”

Aaron ran over and brushed the snow off of him. She wanted him to find out about Kaylee cheating, but not like this.

‘He was so in love with her. That bitch!’ Aaron angrily thought.

Aaron gave him a tight hug. He was her best friend and he needed to know someone cared, right then. Out of her black messenger bag, she pulled out her keys.

“You could have just gone in,” she told Shane.

“I don’t have a key,” reminded Shane.

“Oh yeah, it’s in the creepy lion on the right’s mouth… you know, the spare key. Just put it back afterwards.” Aaron told him.

There were two creepy lions with open mouths on each side of the steps up to Aaron’s house. Together they walked in, a smile cracking open on each of their faces.

[/Flashback]

Shane still hasn’t completely gotten over that.

|[ This Goes Out To What's-His-Nuts ]|

[This is a song out to every guy who lost the love of his life, because he denied being in love with her.]

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Pretend to be the perfect player
But in the end you’ll be a loser
Lose the one girl you’d ever love
Do whatever, pray to gods above

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

She walked away, tear streaked eyes
That was the last left of your tries
You tried to act so obnoxious
Well, congrats now you’re noxious

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

She was the warmth in you heart so cold
And then she was the one you sold
Given away for something so cheap
The key to your heart left in an old heap

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

Your unpolished jewel has been taken away
Now you’re alone and your whore won’t stay
Regret it now, oh well; it’s too late for this
She married god, and she’s the one you miss

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

Don’t just stand there and break a heart
You could’ve saved her from the start

Don’t just stand there and break a heart
You could’ve saved her from the start

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

|[ My Heart Stopped Beating Last Night ]|

[Just a song I wrote. It's about a girl who is so in love with a boy, but he's in love with her friend and she begins to give up on her drams of being with him.]

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I used to believe we could be it
The perfect couple, without all the shit
We’d laugh and talk till every midnight
I’d know that I would be alright

Ripped out, at such a young age
All my sadness has masked my rage
My heart cracks and it didn’t know
This is all that I’ll ask you, so…

Did you ever know how much you mean?
I want to be beside you, see all you’ve seen
Am I doomed to be in your shadow for all time?
I love you that I know. So to you, a rhyme

She’s the girl you laugh and talk with
To me, love will always be a myth
Because you’ll always be a step ahead
She'll get the kiss from you instead

You never though of me that way
When I walk by all I get is “Hey”
I guess I’m just, for you, too low
This is all that I’ll ask you, So…

Did you ever know how much you mean?
I want to be beside you, see all you’ve seen
Am I doomed to be in your shadow for all time?
I love you that I know. So to you, a rhyme

Holding hands, you two stroll by
I’m still afraid to say a simple “Hi.”
I would tell you all of my thoughts
What would I say, “I love you lots.”

Did you ever know?
Did you ever know?
Did you ever know?
How much you mean

Did you ever know?
Did you ever know?
Did you ever know?

Your smile’s the only thing I’ve seen.

|[ Victimized By Association ]|

[Again, not a true story. Just showing why you never sit by, pretending to be innocent, when something bad is happening to someone.]

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Blood stains scattered on the ground
From the knife resting in her back
People just stare from all around
But none of them offer to help

Still on the ground, she lies
Screams erupt from her mouth
Ears hear her, witnessed by eyes
But none of them offer to help

Someone runs bandages in hand
But her breathing slowly withers
Time's running out like hourglass sand
But none of them offer to help

The whole time I just stood
I only watched and now I regret
I'll just hide under my sweater's hood
And I regret never offering to help

Don't ever stand by to watch a crime
Because after you'll think back
Knowing that you can't go back in time
And you were one that never offered to help

{((Waiting For Never))}i{((Part 1))}

[Well, I started yet another story. This is all I've written of it so far. Please leave a comment about what you think.

And like my other story, all my stories will be rated TEEN.]

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Men… Blergh!

Just hearing that word makes me cringe. I mean, people always say men are superior to women. Sure they are, don’t make me waste all of my sarcasm. But do you know what are worse than men? Two words: Teenage. Boys.

I’m not a lesbian or anything; I just am disgusted by them. They’re the reason just about every single girl at Campton High School, my school, clogs their pores with make-up. Just so what’s-his-nuts will look at them. Besides now that just about every girl has become legal, or will be by the beginning of school, all the boys have become horny… and more than they usually are.

All you hear from boys, in my senior class at Campton, is “Isn’t so-and-so fucking hot now?” or “I’d like to fuck a piece of that!” It’s disgusting and incredibly degrading. Yeah, I know you doubt the fact that I’m not a lesbian. Well, I have had a boyfriend!

In second grade, his name was Mike. He broke up with me after I kicked his ass because he stepped on my flower and he said girls were weak, he started crying. The pussy! And he had the nerve to call girls weak!

Every guy on Earth is a jerk! That’s why I’m going into senior year without a boyfriend. And I’m proud!

Okay, maybe not EVERY boy is a jerk. There is one boy I know who is half-decent. Who is he? Shane Jennings, my best friend. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I hate Shane’s friends. It’s just that I always hear what Dan, Riley, and Brent say about their girlfriends. And let’s just say they aren’t exactly the most G-Rated thoughts.

I know, you’re probably wondering why all my friends are guys. Yes, I’m aware of all the complaints I made about teenage boys my age. Let’s just say, I don’t exactly get along with the girls at my school. Maybe I can only put up with the attitude of boys when they’re just friends and not boyfriends.

So I, Aaron Henna, will never date a teenage boy from Campton!

Okay, maybe I would. But there is only one boy I would date and he’s my best friend.

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“Mmm… no, don’t come near me you bunn-” Aaron mumbled, still deep in sleep.

“It’s practically ten o’ clock on a nice day. Don’t you want to go somewhere, and do somethi-”

“Shane! Holy crap, what are you doing here?! How’d you get in?” Aaron shrieked, interrupting Shane with all of her questions.

She had come face-to-face with the silver-eyed boy. He was straddling her, with the blanket between the two. So his short black hair, which was highlighted with navy blue, tickled her face. That was how close their faces were, mere inches apart. For a few seconds, silver met purple eyes. Yes, Aaron had violet eyes.

“Damnit, one of these days you’re going to kill me…” Aaron muttered loudly, while shoving Shane off of her.

Shane simply watched Aaron, without her noticing. Slowly, she climbed out of her white sheets that had a black dragon print on them. Gently, Aaron flicked her blonde, red, and black bangs out of her face. It was useless; eventually her bangs would make their way back to covering half of her face.

Aaron’s hair was champagne blonde, but she had red and black streaks at her tips. She stretched for a little, cracking her fingers and back.

“I’m sure you’d like that,” teased Aaron.

“What?” Shane asked as he began to get up from Aaron’s black carpet.

“Me changing right here in front of you,” Aaron filled him in.

‘Yeah, I would like that,’ Shane thought without thinking. ‘Wait, ew! This is Aaron, Aaron Henna. She’s been my friend since we were kids. For god’s fucking sake, she’s my best friend!’