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The Truth

The truth is not told often,
It's like a rare treat that never comes around.
The truth is like a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting,
the best in the world!
So,
Why couldn't you give me even a tiny, bitty slice of chocolate cake?

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I Want to Get Away From You

I want to escape,
I want to get away from you.
I open the door
and close it behind me.
I hope with all my heart you won't here me,
I don't want to have to pay YOUR conciquences.
As I walk down
the brittle, stone steps,
tears escape from me.
Pooling at my eyes,
tumbling down my chubbby cheaks.
The bitterly cold stairs
almost burn my feet.
My hand slides down
the rough, old banester.
As I walk,
I think of you.
My hands clench
into tight fists,
that are filled with my rage.
I start to jog,
what I want is to get away.
I trip on the ragged old stone,
the floor pludges towards me,
just as I reach the bottom.
The cement burns my hands,
as blood seeps through
my pail, pail skin.
I look up,
there
you
are.

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I wish

I wish I could see him just once more.
To feel his soft, warm hand
craddling around mine.
I wish I could smooth down
his sandy blonde hair.
To smell his sweet-tangy calone,
and here that soothing voice.
I wish I could see that perfect white smile
penatrating back towards me.
But,
My biggest wish of all,
is that I never had to see him suffer.

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When I'm in This Room

When I'm in this room,
my stomache turns.
Leah shuts the door,
walking towards me.
Nothing
can stop her.
She takes my hand,
shoving me aganinst the baige wall.
I can feel all 14 of my doll's eyes
pressing against me.
"No!"
I say in my head repeatedly,
"No!"
But,
I open my mouth just to be disappointed,
with a large lump in my throat.
I want to run, shout, scream!
I fall to the ground,
sitting on my favorite china dolls arm,
I don't care.
My eyes fill with tears,
I can't cry,
I tell myself.
She'll think I'm weird.
"What's the matter, silly?"
She says,
but with no simpathy.
She continues on,
now delicatly, yet carlessly stuffing her hand
up my favorite shirt.
The white one with soft summer flowers.
This doesn't feel right,
it just doesn't feel normal.
but that's what happens when you promise
to be best friends with someone,
you sitck with them,
when it's just not right.
but I can't,
not any longer.
"No,"
I say in almost a whisper,
"No."

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Beach Babe Lipstick Smudged on His Cheek

I freeze.
The endless party swirls around me.
He comes out of the room,
gentily shutting the door behind him.
He doesn't walk out alone,
but with
her.
The hands forever laced together,
as if nothing could ever separate them.
He shirt all frumpy,
beach babe lipstick smuged on his cheecks,
pants unbuttoned,
what a slob.
it doesn't take a guiness to figure out their chemistery.
Music blares in my ears,
it burns my heart.
a grapefruit size lump forms in my throat,
making it
impossible
to breath.
The walls close in,
i drop my beer can
making is pour all over my bare,cold feet.
I walk closer to him,
but he gets farther away,
"no."
i try to scream
but comes out as a whisper,
"no."

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I think i'm in love

his words so strong,
his lips so lush,
his voice so full with passion.
I think i'm in love...
with david archuleta!

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The Worst Day of My Life

So... today is officually the worst day of my life!!! To start with, my stupid dog got my cellphone! it's a touch screen and now, doesn't work. I can't live without texting!!!! i have to wait a whole 3 weeks to get a new one. i also found out today that my bff, that i've known since kindergarden, is moving to maryland!!! no!!!!!!!!!! she always cheers me up on a bad day, and she's moving the day after school gets out. I hate the world! Oh.........i almost forgot my crush, - - - -, asked a girl out today!!! I wanted to cry! he did it right infront of me, too! uhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I am going to curl up in a ball and cry...while i listen to david archuleta!!!

*this isn't true!!!

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You & Your Voice

Your sweet, soothing voice wrapps around me,
surrounding me with nothing but warmth.
Your delicate cartoon-like face reaches out to me.
You smile at and your soft dimples form.
You close your eyes concentrating, and supporting your passion.
Your last note of the precious song fills the room,
causing everyone to melt with a smile.

*SORRY...this blog is really bad!!!!!

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I See Your Smiling Face

As the fog lay down ,
Like a big wool blanket
Around the cool pond,
I see your smiling face.
A bird chirps and flutters it's wings
Reaching high, undifined places.
I touch your hand,
And feel your soft smooth skin.
We brush up aginst a tree and lean on it together.
Your tangy vibrate colone wraps it's self around me
And takes me on a rollar costar ride.
You smile,
That perfect, charming smile
And say that you must go.
I hold your hand and fight the tears
It can't be time,
Already.
Your round lush lips delicitly touch my forehead,
And you turn away,
Forever.

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I Couldn't Live Without Him

I almost remember his soft sweet voice.
The way he cradled me and told me that he loved me.
We were the young love,
That no one believed in.
He was my air,
I couldn't live without him.
He rapped his arms around me,
That warm, soft blanket of care.
He sang to me and comforted me,
On the grayest of all days.
I pushed his honey blonde hair
Out of his endless deep brown eyes and rested my head on his chest.
He was my shield,
My protection from the outside world.
But now my hair all ruffled and frumpy,
I sit in the police station in his large gray sweat shirt.
Tears pool at my eyes and tumble down,
Miles and miles down.
When I close my eyes I see you,
But when I open them...
You're gone.

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