| This is the one poem i absolutely am proud of. |


reaching out to youI'm reaching out to a higher power But I just keep grasping empty air with the nights growing longer I struggle with my despair Seems to me like I am choking on my every tear begging you to speak to me to talk to me before i let go of my bit of faith and decide that your not really there I scream for you You died for me I'd die for you But these dreams... Dear God, these dreams have me crying in my sleep and the insistent fearreaching out to you
that makes me tremble
haunts me throughout my wake So, where exactly are you? I've talked for days upon end &


Never.No matter what we doNever.
we will never be satisfied. Change your hair, your clothes, make-up lies. Our imperfections will somehow shine through Forever ugly in your own eyes Because we my dears, know of the darkness that hides in side. Admit it My words shine true. Our bodies have taken the role
Of earning acceptance. You SAY that your making a statement and you SAY that your being original But NO, you are still seeking acceptance. Even those people with their seemingly perfect appearance there is something foul underneath all that beauty. Somet


there you areThere you are, another worthless member of society its ridiculous how important you ambishions seem to be But there you go and you Fuck up again Your like the others. All the same. Why do I find you? Why do I take my dosage of pain? This is why I push you away This is why I appear to have changed. My insicurities blow things out of proportion but you really are quiet the flirt I hate that I'm even typing this I know I'll forgive you by morning But at nights when I Feel especially small my thoughts will gnawthere you are
and tear at my mind will wander to the t


Dreams of a Melancholy Robot-4Welcome loyal fans to this week's issue of The Dreams of a Melancholy Robot! Now, now settle down folks. We've got a great little anecdote for you this week. Here to satiate your robotic tastes is a special issue. This week you lucky readers will delve into the past and experience how Lucy Lue and Metal Myles met.Dreams of a Melancholy Robot-4
The day was young when our robot friend set out for the day. He was young as well, hardly more than a tinker toy. The young Metal Myles walked out of his junk yard castle and made an angry beeping noise. He was frustrated, which was never a good thing. "Oh, what's wrong Myles?" he asked himself in a falsetto key.


Water's MelodyWhat is this noise that occupies my mind? So hypnotic it floods my brain... There's only one thing that I can find, And that's rain.Water's Melody
The simplicity of a single drop The power of a downpour
It's only beginning, it will never stop The raw power of mother nature and nothing more
The water is a symphony, For this aquatic attraction there is no cure. Each splash its own harmony The sound is so pristine and pure
Because each raindrop lives out its glory, As the rainstorm shares with us its story.
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Well what a rude thing for him to do! i will hurt him ..mhmm mhm
I will if that is what you wish! ha but thats cool you saw him and such. He got banned from the school though xD
but yes you should cuz wyatts been a ass to me for a long time now i wanna kill him D<
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