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A poem (song) I wrote for a guy who was the thickest dolt I have ever met. He had no idea how much he hurt me.





just leave me in my

gum-dropped sadness.

forget me in my

sparkle-covered hate.

let me immerse myself in these

chocolate-coated tears.

in the morning, you won't know the difference.



you can lead your

perfect life

you won't be a stranger

you can have it all

but you keep getting stranger

(Alternate line: but tonight is my suicide)



so just leave me in my

gum-dropped sadness

let me sink into this

sparkle-covered hate

forget that i am drowning in my

chocolate-coated tears

in the morning, you won't know the difference.



i'm trying too hard

to be something i'm not

i've forgot what it was

to be me,

i answer to my name

deep inside i'm insane

and forget the face that covers me



i've no words

to shout

i've no lungs

to scream

i've no fists

to hit

i've no hopes

to dream.



so leave me in my

gum-dropped sadness

in the morning









you won't know the difference

.:the false life:.



i wish we could lie here

forever,

halfway between life and sleep,

a breath of affection staining

the motionless worlds between our nestled minds.



yet too soon does the

violent morning come,

spearing through our

closed eyelids

and recreating us into

the savage life we forgot for a night.



our lives tick by,

motionless between

a cup of coffee and

a half-read newspaper.

we try our best not to stare the other

down, and are

caught in the awkward

silence

of the moment.



no words. they are

not needed.

not yet.

not now.

not then.

maybe not ever.



drink the coffee.

finish the newspaper.

tonight we will love eachother again.



For a retarded summer school english class, we had to write a poem about our hometown. I don't really care overly much for whitehorse itself, so I decided to write about hell.



The reason it is fixed is because we had to follow a specific type of poem. The first line is 2 words, and you have to follow a set of instructions. then the second line has 4 words, then 6, then 8, up to 12, then back down, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2



This is what I wrote:



Hell is

brimstone landscapes, vast, putrid.

pain tastes like the mystery loaf.

screams without sanity echo in the dark corners;

your companions are all the insecurities that you can't handle.

in the night, i was forced to meet them, face to face.

screaming in agony, i fell to my knees and wished to cry.

a dream of heaven. what a cruel place this is.

my mind tells me what to do.

humans create their own personal hells.

never cloudy, never sunny,

ad infinitum.

he loves the way i look.

i catch him sneaking glances at me

when i make the coffee

in the morning.

he always has that look

on his face.



never saying a word,

he is always there.

his well dressed mannerisms

are always directed towards me.

The other girl who works

lunch says she doesn’t like him.

he tips me more than

her.



he usually leaves about ten o' clock.[9:54 every day]

i think he runs his

own business;

he never seems to be in a rush



at lunch time,

he comes back [12:08 every day]

and orders the soup of the day

and a sandwich.

i get to choose.

he always sits in

my

area.



[he forgot to shave this morning, but he is here earlier than usual;

he was here before me.]



last time he brought a

lady with him.

she sent back her order twice

because the meat wasn't cooked enough.[he had the soup of the day.

she wanted to pick the sandwich, but he made me pick.



they fought.

he only had soup.]