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UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
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in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

InvisibleI am invisible.

Always alone.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.

Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Always alone,
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.

What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug

No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.

Solo es una mision y nada masPrologo:

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Don't Walk In My Shoes (contest entry)Mom seems to hate me - always on about my grades.
Yet all I do is try my best.

Little good it does though.
I'm still going to get bad grades.
Future outlook? Not great.
Even though I try, I suck.

Still can't raise my grades. Can't be with friends.
Understand? I don't. Hang out with friends, she says. I make plans.
Can I go? I ask. No, she says.
Kicks me in the emotions. Parent logc.
Stupid, isn't it?

Rendering my life anti-social.
Even though they want me to be social.
And I hardly ever get out.
Like, I almost never ask either so I don't get yelled at.
Love them, do I? you ask.
Yes, I suppose. But I prefer home over school because -

Bulli

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The Story of Ghettoballby ~woozster

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

©2002-2013 ~woozster

This is what happens when a university student gets 4 hours of sleep in three days and yet, still wishes to procrastinate before finals.

A bit of background information:
Ghettoball was originally known as Snowball, and I kidnapped him one evening from my friend DJ. As most of my friends know, I'm an Absolut fanatic, and Eric B (for Bear) happens to love Absolut too. Lack of sleep, coupled with a lousy webcam, some masking tape, a few Absolut bottles and a vivid imagination led to the creation of the piece.

Made for shits n' giggles.

(It's time to hit the books again :( (Sad)

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~zirio Apr 11, 2003

This is coool.

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~bindey Apr 2, 2003 Artisan Crafter

:-) (Smile)

*g*

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~biccy Mar 30, 2003

Hehe that's funny

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!cuperix Mar 28, 2003

ahahahahha nice ... i love the last pic ahhaha Thumbs Up

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~underrouged Mar 28, 2003

awesome! i love it

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~chavez Aug 28, 2002

awesome, i think i amke a story with my flat erics

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~tax-chan May 30, 2002

Wheee, this is hilarious! Cute bears, cute poem, fantastic alcohol. And "Ghettoball" is the best name I've seen for a stuffed animal in a loooong time :D (Big Grin)

:D (Big Grin)

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~saige May 29, 2002

Wow, he looks fly. It's amazing what lack of sleep can bring out.
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~thrill53eker May 25, 2002

hahaha damn

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~vk May 10, 2002

hahahah hilarious! :) (Smile)

:) (Smile)

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