i'm michelle. i honestly don't care what you think. i play guitar, and write music, which sometimes turn in to poems. i'm inspired by my sadness. i cry randomly; can't help it. truthfully; death cab for cutie is my life band. every word is perfect. i can't help what i get myself into, i'm "troubled" cops don't like me. i don't think i'm bad ass; and you can smd if you think i'm cocky. i find everyone and everything is beautiful in their own way. beauty in everything. i'll call you darling, doesn’t mean i like you, and if you think it is, your ridiculous and you need to go to 3rd grade and chase after the opposite sex. i'm young, i make mistakes. we all do. suck it up. i'm a vegetarian. i've smoked and drank before, but it's no habit, and it's disgusting. i advise you not to try it, but you shouldn't listen to me in the first place. everyone should learn by mistakes, with second chances. that is probably the one thing i've learned, by experience, or learned in general. my sister moved to California. it may have messed us up without her, but i'm working on carrying on. i hate people who call themselves emo. we're people not paper, we have no need to be organized into groups. hey guys; if you straighten your hair and have dark hair, bangs, listen to GOOD music like acoustic, alternative, emo(which is truly a genre), or screamo, doesn’t make you "emo." live your life out. you only have one, don't live like an angel; and don't try to make your life AMAZING, let it go how it goes.
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since June 25.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 8 comments.
- I am a 16 year old person (United States)
- I am in the groups Juggalo Family
- I have 8 comments, 20 poems, 1 story, 1 journal
My Poetry
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Your like the current that brings me to sea.
Cold and wreckless, to strong for me.8 lines, 1 comment, November 26 -
she loves him,
he loves her.9 lines, 1 comment, November 23
My Stories
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On a dull rock, lay turner. His big green eyes stared blankly at the star filled sky. the sounds of rustling in the woods around him, did nothing but startle him. until of coarse, he looked back at the stars where he was at h275 lines, 1 comment, August 23. In <600 words, Depression?
My journal entries
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personally; i need the rain. the rain is what inspires me. actually; my sadness is what inspires me. sadness is normally caused by the rain. becuase the rain leads me to thinking. thinking makes me sad. this current song makes me sad. but i refuse to reveal the name. i love being sad. this is my sadness.September 26, 100 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
Guest Book
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In.Your.Arms on October 12If i die, you can have the blue converse. (:
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barelyXbreathing on July 13hey shell. its allie btw. idk i got bored and wanned 2 sign ur guest book. check out some of my new poems and, if u can help me by telling my wtf is goin thru my F*ckin head. *smile*
