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Like twisting wires our fingers now entwine
Our speech so soft the wind can’t overhear
His whispers somehow more sincere than mine
I realize I don’t want to be this near
He says that he adores my every trait
Is sure he sees no other god than me
My fondness for him simply can’t equate
A shallow pool against his endless sea
I love him, wish him only happiness
As sister might to brother or to friend
His feelings suffocate me, I confess
Too guilty now to bring about the end
The fault we two companions can’t ignore
In love, and yet one loves the other more.
Our speech so soft the wind can’t overhear
His whispers somehow more sincere than mine
I realize I don’t want to be this near
He says that he adores my every trait
Is sure he sees no other god than me
My fondness for him simply can’t equate
A shallow pool against his endless sea
I love him, wish him only happiness
As sister might to brother or to friend
His feelings suffocate me, I confess
Too guilty now to bring about the end
The fault we two companions can’t ignore
In love, and yet one loves the other more.
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compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
-
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
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i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
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I DON'T BECAUSE...
I don't start conversations
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.
I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?
I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.
I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take car
Literature
Why I Don't Write Haiku
The thing with haiku -
you start with this deep message
and then run out of
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Written for my English class. The assignment was pretty simple- write a sonnet, keeping as close to the form as possible. 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, alternating rhyme scheme with couplet at the end, iambic pentameter and all. Blargh. Actually, it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be once I got going. I ended up writing about something I was feeling a few weeks ago (that's all I'm saying- to the person this is about, you know we've fixed things since then).
You know, this is the first piece of rhyming poetry I've ever written that I actually liked. O.o
You know, this is the first piece of rhyming poetry I've ever written that I actually liked. O.o
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I love this! I know the exact feeling that's described in this sonnet. Except I hated him, I didn't come to realize I liked him ._.