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Friends boyfriend

One day I fell in love w/ the wrong guy
I couldnt tell him cuz I was too shy
telling him could hurt me and many more
my heart was broken and very sore
even though what I felt I cherished
I had to make it all perish
I couldnt get him outta my head
even when I went to bed
I did something really stupid the next day
I went to his house and didnt think I threw our friendship away
you hated me for many seasons
and I gotta say you had all the reasons
even now I try to apologize
2 years have gone by
our friendship was thrown away all because of some guy

- Micki D

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Why

I dont know why i am who i am
I dont know why i dont give a damn
I dont know why i hate to be alone
I dont know why i hate my own home
I dont know why i always have to lie
I dont know why i always wanna cry
I dont know why my patience runs on empty
I dont know why but bitch dont tempt me!
I dont know why i think im so ugly.
I dont know why i love to be funny.
I dont know why my friends are my life
I dont know why i stay up all night
I dont know why i like to stand out
I dont know why when i talk i seem to shout
I dont know why i laugh my problems away
I dont know why bad memories seem to stay
I dont know why i fucking hate my dad
I dont know why i love making him mad
I dont know why i cant stand my mother
I dont know why i have an autistic brother (not in a bad way)
I dont know why i end up wit bogus guyz
I dont know why my dreams could reach the sky
I dont know why i listen to rock bands
I dont know why id rather sit than stand
I dont know why id trade a skirt for some jeans
I dont know why im always so mean
I dont know why i gave this poem a try
I dont know why im always asking why!!!
- Brittany Tinkham

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Lauren and Maud

We were friends for a week or two
and I trusted you
but then you found out my true love
and you spread it way high above
so now I can’t bear to look at you
stepping all over me, pulling my hair,
gossiping about me, rumors flew through the air.
so now I regret befriending you witches
call me whatever you want, but I will call you bitches
get away from me
and you will see
that I can always conquer you
and put you to shame
you just babble while I’m seeking fame
quit the hell bullying me
and ruining my self esteem
before you get hurt
as much as me.

- Hollimer Saffron

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Miss Dad

I would call out “Daddy”
when was angry, scared or sad.

When I thought Jennifer was hogging you,
you would stay with me like glue.

You’d talk to me, tell me don’t be scared,
I could always tell you cared.

When my friends were mad at me you’d stay throughout the night,
you would be there for me and hold me tight.

You were someone I loved that I could call,
you would help me when I would fall.

You’d kiss my boo boo and make it better,
when I went to camp you’d write me a letter.

You would write how much you loved me
and said that with you I wish I could be.

While I was reading I would grin
as I would wish the same back to him.

We would play games for hours on end,
whenever I had a broken heart you would mend.

In restaurants while waiting to go,
we would play tic-tac-toe to get three in a row.

I wish that you would walk through the door,
because I miss you more and more.

I know that you are in a better place,
but I am selfish in this case.

I wish that I could have you back in my arms,
to see your special smile and charms.

I miss your smile, your care, your love.
You remind me of a precious dove.

I love you with all my heart,
but you’ve known that from the start.

I know the world will still go on,
even though my loved one’s gone.

- Lauren R

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Little Trust

Being best friends from the very start,
But now we are continually drifting apart,
Finding things out from everyone else,
When it was always me you used to tell.

The one in which I’d always confide,
But now you can’t seem to make up your mind,
To tell me now or to tell me not?
The little trust that I’ve now got.

Each truth you told me was repayed,
We shared our secrets, back in the day,
But now it’s just a guessing game,
It’s pissing me off, I’m full off shame.

But why should I feel the fault is mine,
When I kept your secrets every time,
If you can’t trust me, that is fine,
Don’t tell me your secrets, I won’t tell you mine.

- Sara

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Home

I vaguely remember a friend in the past who used to say, “when I was walking on the street of London, I didn’t know where my home was; when I was walking on the street of Toronto, I didn’t know where my home was; when I am walking on the street of Shanghai, I don’t know where my home is. It seems I don’t belong to anywhere and none of them has anything to do with me.” He sometimes called at wee hours their time when I was in Shanghai with a drunk voice telling me, “I have everything; I have a car but nobody is sitting beside” “I’m working to death” “I will sell out my last pair of shorts and go back to China never come back” I felt chilly at that time already. I thought we were listening too much to Jiang Yuheng’s songs and loneliness became a fashionable topic. Now I know what it is. It’s my choice. I call it as being “untouched”. Love is lonely, being loveless is lonely and being untouched is super lonely.

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