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Here, AgainHere's another heart break,
Another dozen lies.
And here I am again,
Tears falling from my eyes.
Here I am again,
Caring way too much.
All I did was sacrifice,
But still it's not enough.
Here's another razor,
So tempting on my skin.
Do I keep on fighting?
Or do I just give in?
Here's some some time wasted,
On another stupid boy.
You put on such a good front,
But I was just your little toy.
But I still don't understand,
How it could all just be a lie.
If it really was,
Then why can't I say good bye?
For the Best
Old memories and photos,
so long they caused me pain.
Everything about you,
would make me so ashamed.
For so long I thought you were like the others,
and for so long I was wrong.
It was my mistake,
and because of that you're gone.
I was so ready to put you in the past,
forget what we had,
forget about us.
I didn't know at the time,
but what you did was for the best.
We shared a wonderful friendship,
and we shouldn't put that to rest.
Now looking at the pictures,
bring a smile to my face.
We shared pure happiness,
and that doesn't have to end.
We can't have what we had then,
but we can still share something great.
Hopefully one day,
we can both look back.
And smile at what once was.
What's the point?
Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you with her.
It's time to face the facts,
I can't go back and fix it.
I see you with her,
I die a little inside.
Because what's the point,
of taking my next breath,
if you don't care I'm breathing.
What's the point of living,
if you don't care that I'm alive.
But I know it's all my fault.
I made the mistakes.
But if you knew the tears I've shed,
and how much I want you back,
then maybe you would realize.
that I mean what I say.
I was just seaking perfection.
But what's the point of wanting that,
if you allready have it,
PostcardsYou send me
bits and pieces of your world
in too bright postcard pictures
with no return address
A world of plastic cutout landscapes
garish with artificial perfection
and scribbles of hurried platitudes
I wish you would come home
and stop holding who you are
at arms length
He's Not HeavyWhen the ship sails away
And the skies lose their color,
Who'll stop the rain from soaking our clothes?
Beetles will crawl
We may be small
But, they are even smaller
And in the end
It doesn't matter
Even when we're dead
You'll always be my little brother
FriendsFriends is a unique term.
I always wonder why i called people friends.
How can we give people name like that.
I been wondering that myself, but i know the answer.
Because we trust them, like, or have fun with.
No matter what the are great people.
They are the one that discuss each other hard time.
Sometime they are the one you fall in love with.
Go shopping with or even talk gossip with.
So the concept of friends is different from everyone.
Some are close and other aren't not.
And sometime you hate them and love.
No matter what they are.
They are still your friends.
Friend for ever and friends for life.
Female dogNow I’m an old dog, I’ve seen this old block.
So if you’d like to know, Miss Jane and John Doe,
why the new kid is something,
really off her rock.
I’m an old dog lyin’ down on a hot summer day.
I ain’t nothing but a hound dog
crying all the time, I suppose
But when I was ‘round her,
you’ll see why I’ve hid my nose.
She’s a spunky little puppy,
a cute one at that
Though she’s a fluffy young puppy,
I could swear she’s a cat.
Now a female dog.
That’s what assholes call ladies
who speak out their minds
Now a female dog.
is what ladies
call a female asshole.
So she’s a lying little cat
and at the same time,
she’s a dirty rat.
While she’s a female dog, she’s as courteous as a hog.
I don’t call her a female dog for no reason.
She speaks her mind, alright
but it’s not anything worth believing.
No, what she says isn’t sense or a worth a hark
After all, anything that comes from
Where I'm FromI am
from Faber-Castell and Prismacolors.
I am from the sunlight through the windows...
Luminous, nostalgic, it radiated warmth.
I am from the tulips
which withers in time,
but holds on to the smallest ray of light.
I am from mooncakes and noses,
from Moñen and Merlin
I am from the share the joy and keep it close
From family comes first and art runs in the blood.
I am from He is my refuge and my fortress
And love is patient, love is kind
To love never fails.
I'm from MaDocs and silver rings,
adobo and tofu
From the so-called distant cousin taken by the monster in the trees,
and the niece who never ate her vegetables.
I am from the crowded closet,
filled with stacks of ancient, decrepit photographs,
A shelf for the long gone
Another for the newcomers
And the reserved, for if calamity strikes,
We will treasure precious memories
MemoriesThe smell of memories
is the perfume your mother used to wear
is your grandmother's copy of Black Beauty
is the blanket you held when you were sick
is the clean laundry on a Sunday morning
is the dust resting on family photos
The smell of memories
will never be
she told me she will be beautifultoday, she is going to paint herself
and she is going to sketch her legs out as thin as her pencil-tips
taking out the crumpled papers from her stomach,
and repainting her face, inking back a black-tipped smile
fresh on paint highlighted cheeks and damp on curven smiles
she is going to draw today,
"i am going to be beautiful."
I am from..I am from a family as tough as nails.
I am from green trees to yellowed grass.
I am from loving parents who help me on anything.
I am from a thankful household.
I am from a loving family that sticks together for better of for worse.
I am from great times spent outdoors.
I am from a bookshelf, hiding from all the despairs of the world.
I am from a world in which, most of the time, I am surrounded by fascinating things.
At times my world is darkened, but someone opens a window and allows sunlight to cover the world, someone's alway there.
I am from different places, all kept in loving memory.
I am from iced berry tea to hot honeyed ginger.
I am from a big different family, some over here and others there.
But most importantly, I an from a family that will always pick me up when I fall down.
You Used To
You used to always be there.
You claimed you'd always care.
Now you're gone, not coming back.
wrapped up in yourself,
We try to help,
but you don't an it.
We try to love,
but you just push and shove.
You used to always help me,
you would guide me in my life.
You would always be there,
when nothing else was right.
You brought a smile to my face,
whenever I was down.
You cheer me up,
when I wanted to frown.
You used to love and care,
you were always there.
You're not the person you used to be,
and it's so plain to see.
You don't love me,
you don't care.
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