Nicole jones• Show poetry

Hey.....My name is Nicole and I am 19 years old. Just in case you wanted to know. I am from Boone, Iowa in the United States! lol. So this is my page and if you want, you can take a look at my crappy works of "art" down below. And there is also some stuff that I am working on at the end of this... so enjoy.....or not....whatever.....lol.......byes.....

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This one might take some explaining up front: so, Sam was reading a book and she skimmed through it and first and found two characters names: Jack and Wendy. Then she preceded to read the last page of the book, even though I told her not to 'cuz she wouldn't understand it just 'cuz she is Sam. So, this is how the conversation went: SAM: *gasp* "They died?! Who died? No! Not Jack and Wendy!" ME: "Bob died." SAM: *gasp* "No not Bob! Bob can't die!" ME: "I thought that Bob was already dead..." SAM: *ponders* "Oh yeah... he is dead!"

BOB: "Hey drew, your name ryhmes with two!" *laughs* "And my name ryhmes with eight.....whoa!"

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(Untitled #1)
Lying here awake
Crying again
For the millionth time
In the past
Week, Month, Year
I am so depressed
All the time
But no one can ever guess
How I really feel inside
Why should they even care
Like they would ever
Even be there
For me
Why can't they just accept me for
Who I am
Instead of mistaking me for
Who I am not
What do they know
Anyway
Living their secret lives
From day to day
Worrying what all the others
Might say

(Untitled #2)
My heart is pounding
My head is racing
Why do I have to be like this?
What is so fucking wrong with me?
Why am I always so pissed?
Every night I am always crying
I am always the one to get hurt
And nobody knows 'cuz they wouldn't believe me anyway
I am thinking as the blood seeps through my shirt
Today was just another fucking stressed-out day
Where everything went wrong and nothing went right
I just wish that everyone would fucking die, including me!

(Untitled #3)
I don't know what to do anymore
I have given up
I thought that you were my best friend
But I've had enough
All you tell me are so many lies
And never the truth
But maybe I am the stupid one
A product of my youth
Do you care what you are doing to me

(Untitled #4)
I hate you and the lies that you tell,
And for each one I always fell.
But not anymore, That's not who I am,
I am sick of it, don't you understand?