Unwanted heartache• Show poetry

hello there! my name is Krystal. i'm classified as emo, well in my school at least, but i'm not emo.... well i am a little.... but i'm also a juggalette, all the way!!! really, i dont believe in labels except two , and that is loved and juggalette! but i'm not loved...i'm very sensitive and i can cry, but my parentals dont believe it.... made up and i'm so well i love to write and i love to sing, i was in choir for about 4 years, and i loved every minute of it. then i was ripped away from the place i loved most and got stuck in some small ass town, where there is no music, art, or anything i can relate to. which really sucks my favorite color is black, which is my mother's least favorite color. i love to shop at hot topic. and another thing this place dont have hot topic!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhh it sucks ass.....well as you can plainly see i'm a poet. everyone i know loves my poetry but i dont see what they see, they see art, while i see words on a page. basically my life, meaningless. well message me if you want....





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~*~'Gold Wrapping Paper'~*~

I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.

I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.


The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said,
'This is for you, Momma.

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened
the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

'Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something
inside the package?'

She had tears in her eyes and said, 'Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold
box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or
faced difficult problems she would open the box
and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.


You now have two choices:
1. Repost this so others can read it or,
2. Ignore it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice No. 1.
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You say - Pink
I say - Black
You say - Miley Cyrus
I say - Escape The Fate
You say - Jonas Brothers
I say - Green Day
You say - Make up
I say - MUSIC!
You say - Shopping
I say - Sitting alone at home
You say - Gossip Girls
I say - Vampire Kisses
You say - Mini skirt and Tank top
I say - Skinny Jeans And T shirt
You say - That I'm weird
I say: Hell yeah I'm weird you gotta problem?!