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SuffocatingThis town, and all who live here, Their aspirations are too small, I cannot stand to stay near Any, one or all.Suffocating
This town, it’s suffocating me, I cannot breathe or speak, Someday, I will finally see This town in my rearview mirror.
This town is like a pair of jeans That’s two sizes too small, I cannot breathe by any means, God, help me get out of here!
It will be at least 4 more years Before I can leave this place This thought brings me to tears, Four years, an eternity.
by ~PoeticallyLeah
Guess What?Guess What?Guess What?
Guess what? I can't stand it. Guess what? I won't land it. Guess what? This is my last. Guess what? I look at my past.
I see everything I have done,
and, Guess what? I'm not proud. All my friends, family, shunned! I know it now, so sing out loud!
I'll never make mistakes again because this last one was too painful. I'll never cause them this much pain, For my touch is not but taint-ful.
Guess what? I don't care anymore. Guess what? I'm looking out on the horizon Guess what
by ~PoeticallyLeah
Suicide NoteSuicide NoteSuicide Note
Of course I have regrets And I know everyone does But what if I had let it progress? Then I would have caused more harm.
I know... or at least hope That you will never forget me That you will easily cope With the sorrow I have caused.
Even as I right this, I can hear Knocking at my mind's door But I know I could not bear For you to see this happen.
I loved you... and that's why That's why I must leave. Don't get me wrong, you're a great guy, But I am not good enough.
The saddest day I came acros
by ~PoeticallyLeah
Old Ideas and New IdeasNew IdeasOld Ideas and New Ideas
Why do they want this? These useless papers, Bound together with thoughts and feelings? They are of no use to anyone.
They are dangerous. We don’t want them thinking! These new ideas are nothing short Of a clear-cut menace!
For, with all of their symbols, They are just confusing to Me; and my people
Want everyone to be sheep as well.
Old Ideas
Why do they want this? The wings fruitlessly fluttering, Turning orange, then black. We needed them.
It is dangerous to live withou
by ~PoeticallyLeah
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| Hi. My name is Leah, I am fourteen years old, and I write poetry. |
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- Current Residence: Arizona
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta
- Favourite band or musician: Streetlight Manifesto; the Beatles
- Favourite genre of music: Ska; Classic Rock
- Favourite style of art: All kinds.
- MP3 player of choice: IPod
- Favourite game: Fable: The Lost Chapters
- Favourite gaming platform: XBox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Pinky! (from Pinky and the Brain)
- Personal Quote: Pain is only what you let it be.
- Tools of the Trade: Gel pens, my notebook
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