Sometimes things happen that confuse us. Sometimes we don't know whether to scream or cry, whether to hit someone or bash our own heads in, whether or not what 'they' say is true. Sometimes we're in situations that can't be fixed or, if we're lucky enough to have solutions, it's not black and white--it's all just black.
I'm in a black spot right now. The kind where I'm not sure whether or not poetry can even fix me at this point. But these things--the keys I'm typing, the red pen on my end table, my favorite thick notebook, my unexplainable talent--were given to me by Jesus. I believe that. The only hope I have is to utilize them for him.
And who knows? Maybe 'they' weren't right. Maybe... I'm not unlovable. Maybe I can find friends along the way. Hell, maybe I can have friendships that I don't screw up.
Only time will tell.
(I'll admit to who I am the day I come to understand
I haven't got a clue--been searchin' for a few years now.
If I don't repeat myself I'll change into someone else.
I don't quite know who--been searchin' for a few years now.
I'm over it--you're behind me now
I'm just over it.
Over it--yeah I'm findin' out
I'm just over it.
No I don't know if it's over just yet,
But I won't go slow
And time can let the mind forget.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
I'll protect your universe and make a mess to make it worse.
But time will only tell you and no one else.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
Don't tell me you let go... already.
You say you made up your mind
And you finally decided, but those that helped you choose
Haven't the slightest clue as to the magnitude
Of what you're about to lose.
I'm guarded and therefore I can endure
A little bit more;just, a little bit more
Then some people would, if not misunderstood.
It's still an attempt to be egoless while self-assured
If I'm still unsure that I'm pretty sure
That I am pretty good, God you know I'm good, and
I'm over it--you're behind me now
I'm just over it.
Over it--yeah I'm findin' out
I'm just over it.
No I don't know if it's over just yet,
But I won't go slow
And time can let the mind forget.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
Don't tell me you let go... already.
don't tell me you don't know....
don't tell me you let go...
relient k - over it.)
I'm in a black spot right now. The kind where I'm not sure whether or not poetry can even fix me at this point. But these things--the keys I'm typing, the red pen on my end table, my favorite thick notebook, my unexplainable talent--were given to me by Jesus. I believe that. The only hope I have is to utilize them for him.
And who knows? Maybe 'they' weren't right. Maybe... I'm not unlovable. Maybe I can find friends along the way. Hell, maybe I can have friendships that I don't screw up.
Only time will tell.
(I'll admit to who I am the day I come to understand
I haven't got a clue--been searchin' for a few years now.
If I don't repeat myself I'll change into someone else.
I don't quite know who--been searchin' for a few years now.
I'm over it--you're behind me now
I'm just over it.
Over it--yeah I'm findin' out
I'm just over it.
No I don't know if it's over just yet,
But I won't go slow
And time can let the mind forget.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
I'll protect your universe and make a mess to make it worse.
But time will only tell you and no one else.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
Don't tell me you let go... already.
You say you made up your mind
And you finally decided, but those that helped you choose
Haven't the slightest clue as to the magnitude
Of what you're about to lose.
I'm guarded and therefore I can endure
A little bit more;just, a little bit more
Then some people would, if not misunderstood.
It's still an attempt to be egoless while self-assured
If I'm still unsure that I'm pretty sure
That I am pretty good, God you know I'm good, and
I'm over it--you're behind me now
I'm just over it.
Over it--yeah I'm findin' out
I'm just over it.
No I don't know if it's over just yet,
But I won't go slow
And time can let the mind forget.
Don't tell me you don't know... already.
Don't tell me you let go... already.
don't tell me you don't know....
don't tell me you let go...
relient k - over it.)
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, and quote is "when the future's architectured by a carnival of idiots on show (you better lie low)". - I am a 18 year old girl from Ohio (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a cashier for a pizza place.
- Visit my homepage at www.storywrite.com/deathbyfrootloopsxx
- I have 588 comments, 5 contests, 152 poems, 3 stories
Poems I'm focused on
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they say you're invisible, but oh!, how they lie.
you're everywhere in this; the shadows and the spies.23 lines, 1 comment, March 26, 2008
My Poetry
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three years of brilliant naivety
laugh, markers in hand, -
the woman's gaze
sparks flashes of blue -
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those three words are four now and waiting on one,
that rests on their love and cares not that they’re young.
My Stories
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“Seriously, Valarie, who are you talking to?”
Who’s Valarie? “No one. I wasn’t talking.”526 lines, July 21. In <600 words -
764 lines, 2 comments, March 30, 2008. In 600-2000 words, Depression, Hope, Love, Romance, Young adult
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Here we are again.
I thought it would never have come to all of this. I thought when you said forever, you really meant it. I guess I thought wrong. All I ever did to yo
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RainbowNinjaEmpress on November 10*raise hand* i have a question ummm...are you saying footloops are bad? i do indeed love me some footloops i'm just wondering if its safe to continue to eat them!
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I love your name!
Sooo cute
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CyanideSun on October 17, 2008i is alive! XD
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fallingsky on March 5, 2008I love your name!
