Wonttakemeunder• Show poetry

Like about half a million other people here, my age is not what it says, I'm 16, but I wanted to take it into my own hands seeing I didn't want to be restricted in what I can and can't read, especially the abuse poetry.

I don't think I have an actual style...if anything most of my poetry is dark or sad or something along those lines, because well firstly, I find it easier to write about that, and secondly, for me, it's more relatable, and I normally don't write when I'm happy...it's usually when I'm sad or depressed or angry.

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Microcuts - Muse

Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should´ve loved
Souls weeping above
I´ve seen
What you’re doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls

Micro waves me insane
A blane cuts into your brain
To sound like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate

I´ve seen
What you’re doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls

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Map of your head

I'm sick of feeding my soul
To people who'll never know
Just how purposeless and empty they've grown
Because the language confuses like computers refuse to understand how I'm feeling today
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head

I saw a liquid control
That gives life to a soul
I hit my head on it and woke up to know
That I was all alone
Wearing just socks and a phone
Someone's screaming like their world might explode

Yeah I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head

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The truth is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

~You're So Last Summer - Taking Back Sunday

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I think the worst time to have a heart attack would be during a game of charades.

I like to sell candy in childproof containers.

People and squirrels are very different. But I find that there's one situation in which they're very similar. And that is when I'm driving towards them in my car. Then they're kinda hard to tell apart. Especially if the human's kinda hairy.

~ Demetri Martin

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