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Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.

Why, yes.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.

Why, yes.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?

"Stupid blonde"

Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
But h

Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me

Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever chang

BotherIt's not a game.
She's gone away,
and no one even bothered to say,

"Will you ever return?"
When will they learn?
But no one bothered to say it to her.

I left on that day,
I went my own way,
but no one even bothered to say,

"I really love you."
I don't think it's true,
but I'd still say "I love you, too."

We all wonder why
she left us dry,
but we still didn't bother to say goodbye.

And neither did she,
not even to me.
At the very least, now, she's finally free.

I left them alone,
how can I atone?
Would I have stayed there, had I then known?

I can certainly tell
that all of us fell
when I didn't even bother to bid them farewell.

A Shattered HeartAt the end of love
A man is supposed to be strong
Supposed to say how little it matters
Act as if nothing is wrong
Act as if it bothers him not at all
"A Man" is supposed to be that way
But if that is what makes a Man
Then I am not one at all
And nor am I ashamed of that

I am not that sort of man
I am Loyal. Courteous. Kind.
I am not the one who cheated with you
I am not the one who pettily fought over you
I am the one who would fight dearly to stay with you
I am the one who would die to keep tears from staining your pure face.
But I am not the one you wanted
I am crushed because of that

The world ever goes on and on
They encourage me to fi

Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.

And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
bullied, hurt,
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
Bu

Dreaming of YouEvery night I dream of you
wishing upon a star
that you were here for real

Every night I lay in bed
a dream so wonderful
cause you are in it

I dream of being with you
to grow old together
a day never apart
only you are in my thoughts

A feeling so wonderful
it is in my heart
the love that grows
stronger each day

Every night I think of you
our love is for real
you are always here

I dream of happiness
being with you all the time
a dream so magical
that everything seem so real

Every night
you are here with me
keeping me safe
throughout the night

After all it is just a dream
but I promise you
that one day it will be real

So for now I will

I may have hurt youI may have hurt you, I probably have.
But this is a story of me, not of you,
And not of the things I have done,
To bite through your skin.

This is a story of little me,
Crumbled and broken.
Hidden by all the crap you throw,
Like knives through acid rain.

This is a story of little me,
Choking and heaving.
Trying so hard to swim, to clean,
All the oil like pain you feel.

This is a story of little me,
Frozen and stuck.
Unable to move through the words,
That form my glacier heart.

This is a story of little me,
Smouldering and burning.
My actions burning bridges as I run,
And I am flames and ashes.

This is a story of little me,
Safe and prese

Too shyOh god, look; He's online.

Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.

What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...

Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.

A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just min

I need glasses Is that a familiar face?

Yes, I believe it is!

Wow, it's been a while since I've seen him. Wonder what he's been up to?

I should speed up so I don't miss him- no, wait. He's reading the message boards. I have time.

Getting closer now...

Yep, that's definitely him!

I bet he has a lot of tales to tell, as do I. We might even have to set aside a time to catch up.

Ah, it's great running into old friends.

Almost there...

Oh wait.

It's not him after all.

So I walk right on by...

Dead Flesh FeelsA warm severed corpse, beneath the illuminative sphere, squeals.

Skin stinging with every brush of air across the dermis. Dead flesh, feels.

Absent soul, vanished heart, stagnate brain. Moving entity kneels.

Violent murder, no witness, escaped killer. In a coat of red guilt, steals.

Sliced skin, suddenly heals. Closed eyes, open; peeled. An abrupt breath inhaled; reveals.

Justice appeals. vengeful ideals, blood congeals.

Dead flesh feels.

1:37 AMShe looks in the mirror, tilts her head to the right, stares deep into her eyes. Her peripheral vision dissipates, until she is looking at a stranger.

He walks into the bathroom, closes the door behind him and leans his back against it, breathing heavily, he tilts his head back and hears the sound of lightning, the room lights up for an instant.

It walks on its four legs, sniffing around in the dark, wet and cold, it barks out into the vast nothingness.

She closes her eyes, opens the faucet and lets the water drip on her hands.
He walks towards the mirror, his feet bloody and wet, leaving red prints behind him.
It find's a dead pigeon alon

I LiedCheated, betrayed,
that's what I've done to you
I should've cried, should've stayed,
I understand if we're through.

The truth was right there,
in the back of my mind.
You might've even cared,
comforted me, been kind,

but I was so scared,
how could I say the truth?
I have never dared
to tell the horrors of my youth.

So I locked them up tight,
told another lie.
I did what was right,
though it urges me to cry.

You don't need to know,
the memories are for me.
I wish I could let them go,
just let someone see,

but they're my curse,
so leave me be,
until my ride in the hearse,
the death of me.

Screamed NoYou said no,
but he said yes.

How were you to know
what would happen next?

How could you know
that he'd push you down?

How could you know
you'd hit the ground?

How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?

Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.

You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.

Because how could you know
that this would happen?

That your shirt would come off,
jeans un-zip.

That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.

That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.

With or Without YouYou have been standing there behind this glass for a long time
I see you standing there, wanting to be free
Wanting to be free from your own situations

I see you waiting there for me to return
Nothing more than an emotionless face
Just starring there, a glare of emptiness

Now, only if I can make a smile
Only if you can believe me that I still care about you
Only if you can believe me that try my best to cherish you
Only if you can believe me that we can make this work

Look deep, down in your heart
There is pain that you have
Pain that is unbearable but you still carry it

But it is neither a pain of misery nor a pain of sadness
It

SleepThere once was a little girl.
She dreamed about a little boy.
He was nice to her,
not like the others.
He didn’t run away from her,
afraid of her overbearing personality.
He didn’t laugh and make fun of her
for the little extra weight she had on.
And they held hands and laughed.
And
she
was
happy.

And she woke up and realized it
was only a dream.
And she couldn’t remember his face.
And she couldn’t remember his name.
All she knew was her hand felt
empty.

But she went to school the next day and smiled
and played with her friends,
and ignored the other boys,
and forgot her hand was empty.

The little girl grew up a li

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I Think I Love You More

by *TheExplosiveSushi, Feb 8, 2013, 4:54:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I've always hated cheesey love lines. You know? The ones that make people go "awww" and me go "ew"? Yeah....well I decided to write a ton of it for you.

You're the first guy who's ever made me feel this way.

You're the first one to piss me off because my mind is stuck on you all day.

But how can I help it when nobody compares to you?

I kept trying to seal my heart away to hide all my feelings too.

Not too cheesey yet? Don't worry, it gets worse!

I guess I finally said screw hiding my heart...so here's some stuff I think about you:

I think I love you more than I love picking dandelions in the spring.

I think I love you more than I love singing Disney songs while I'm driving to work.

I think I want you more than I want all the anime on my wishlist.

I think I crave you more than I crave tons of sweets on my period.

I think I love you more than I love baking brownies on a shitty day.

I think I love you more than I love speeding down a dirt road as fast as I can.

I think I want you more than I want to beat the crap out of someone at work.

I think I crave you more than I crave hot chocolate on a winter day.

I think I'm addicted to you more than Hugh Hefner's addicted to sex and porn.

I think you make me smile more than the video of the Trololo guy.

I think I need you more than a cup of coffee at 4 AM.

Don't worry, there's more where that came from!

You're the stars to my sky.

You're the shampoo to my conditioner.

You're the peanut butter to my jelly.

You're the cheese to my macaroni.

You're the pen to my paper.

You're the Mario to my Peach.

You're the beating to my heart.

Don't leave yet. I'm not finished.

I want to be there when your day sucks.

I want to be there when you're bright.

I want to be your four-leaf clover to give you good luck.

I want to snuggle you on the couch all day.

I want to eat tubs of ice cream until we're sick.

I want to take care of you when you're ill.

I want to stroke your hair and kiss your forehead.

.......................

I think I love you more than I've loved anyone ever before.

I really think you're the key to my heart.

Hey...I want to be your girl...

I Think I Love You Moreby *TheExplosiveSushi

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~KennieKongLee Mar 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Nice piece you have here!
Usually it's boring and 'ew', but the way you wrote it, sounded like a tsundere in my head xD

I think I want you more than I want all the anime on my wishlist. That line

That's so cool!

I like it!
Kushamisaru sent me here

*TheExplosiveSushi Mar 24, 2013

Awww thank you so so so much!!!!!

is awesome ^^

~KennieKongLee Mar 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome!

And yeah~ ^_^

~IfIwaswhoam Mar 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Really awesome

Nice job!

*TheExplosiveSushi Mar 20, 2013

Thank you dear ^^

!DragonWolfgirl108 Mar 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

beautiful! Good Job! keep at it!

*TheExplosiveSushi Mar 20, 2013

Aww thank you!

!DragonWolfgirl108 Mar 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Your welcome!

~kushamisaru Mar 20, 2013

WHY DO I LOVE THIS CHEESINESS SO MUCH WAHHHHHH I'M DYING

*TheExplosiveSushi Mar 20, 2013

XD cheesiness is fun.

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