i almost cried while writing this

[seacosmos]

so there's a guy i like,
and he's at the top of the food chain.
he plays around with feelings,
and he thinks i'm average, plain.

he talks and talks, about
all sorts of people he knows,
he talks behind their backs, and he whispers,
and he thinks they're pathetic, ♥♥♥♥♥y hoes

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

he likes talking with girls,
and everyone says he acts gay,
but what do i know?
because he talks about s♥♥ every day

and he doesn’t care that his friends from before,
his original friends who met him first,
they think he’s changed.
but he doesn’t care, he just bursts

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

i liked you, and i still feel
things that i shouldn’t feel
and my mind doesn’t like you anymore,
but my heart doesn’t know how to deal.





i'm going to sleep now, good night

 

[seacosmos]

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[McGaMeR4]

I like it :3

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[vIper]

please note that i let the auto-censor censor words i used so if theres something left over that should be crossed out then staff have my consent to edit the message just don't edit the poem thank u

Idk why but I feel like I know who is this meant for

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[BananaMuffin]

how could he

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[Pandeee]

D; oh love sucks anyway (>U^U)> *huggle*

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[XxLiazaliaxX]

so there's a guy i like,
and he's at the top of the food chain.
he plays around with feelings,
and he thinks i'm average, plain.

he talks and talks, about
all sorts of people he knows,
he talks behind their backs, and he whispers,
and he thinks they're pathetic, b****y hoes

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

he likes talking with girls,
and everyone says he acts gay,
but what do i know?
because he talks about s** every day

and he doesn’t care that his friends from before,
his original friends who met him first,
they think he’s changed.
but he doesn’t care, he just bursts

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

i liked you, and i still feel
things that i shouldn’t feel
and my mind doesn’t like you anymore,
but my heart doesn’t know how to deal.





i'm going to sleep now, good night

I like how direct that poem (more like trail of feelings) was. It doesn’t hide things with fancy terminology. It’s just emotion.

I like to think any form of creative writing is a time capsule. They store all the feelings we have but also the past and the memories we used to have. People change so we store their past selves in time capsules that we can treasure.

This person is, no offence, a douche but little elements of who they used to be are dropping behind them, so your heart nor mind is wrong about how it feels. Don’t beat yourself up over some guy who’s decided to change because puberty keeps biting his d—-after all, it’s not your fault he’s able to be manipulated by the depths of school XD At least you’re not like that.

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[seacosmos]

I like it :3

Idk why but I feel like I know who is this meant for

but hazard was demoted D;

how could he

idek anymore ,_,

D; oh love sucks anyway (>U^U)> *huggle*

agreed <(U^U<) *huggles*

I like how direct that poem (more like trail of feelings) was. It doesn’t hide things with fancy terminology. It’s just emotion.

I like to think any form of creative writing is a time capsule. They store all the feelings we have but also the past and the memories we used to have. People change so we store their past selves in time capsules that we can treasure.

This person is, no offence, a douche but little elements of who they used to be are dropping behind them, so your heart nor mind is wrong about how it feels. Don’t beat yourself up over some guy who’s decided to change because puberty keeps biting his d—-after all, it’s not your fault he’s able to be manipulated by the depths of school XD At least you’re not like that.

Thank you

that's a great way to think of creative writing, actually. next time someone asks me what i think of creative writing i'm definitely stealing that

Thank you, again ;3; I try not to but well I'm kind of failing right now xD Thank youuuuu.

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[EVILBANANA12345]

Oh this is a poem I though in the end the kid was going to commit suicide
I thought this was supposed to me irl lol
(Not that I promoted killing yourself I think it is terrible and people can't ever run away from life's problems even if death is where u come. Pretend death is a wall and your problems are like a bully who chases you. If you are running from a bully and u come to a wall, turn and fight don't run into the wall) <---- that is too good of an example to just let go. I know I got a little bit off topic but guess what u now have to live with it.

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[XxFlora_lanexX]

This was soooo beautiful :_) it sorta like my situation with ma love life in mc.

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[seacosmos]

Oh this is a poem I though in the end the kid was going to commit suicide
I thought this was supposed to me irl lol
(Not that I promoted killing yourself I think it is terrible and people can't ever run away from life's problems even if death is where u come. Pretend death is a wall and your problems are like a bully who chases you. If you are running from a bully and u come to a wall, turn and fight don't run into the wall) <---- that is too good of an example to just let go. I know I got a little bit off topic but guess what u now have to live with it.

well that's a very dark thing to think of.
that's a nice example, i like it.

This was soooo beautiful :_) it sorta like my situation with ma love life in mc.

thank you

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[EVILBANANA12345]

well that's a very dark thing to think of.
that's a nice example, i like it.

The thing is you sounded like you were telling a story

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[aephy]

so there's a guy i like,
and he's at the top of the food chain.
he plays around with feelings,
and he thinks i'm average, plain.

he talks and talks, about
all sorts of people he knows,
he talks behind their backs, and he whispers,
and he thinks they're pathetic, b****y hoes

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

he likes talking with girls,
and everyone says he acts gay,
but what do i know?
because he talks about s** every day

and he doesn’t care that his friends from before,
his original friends who met him first,
they think he’s changed.
but he doesn’t care, he just bursts

he used to be nice,
but then it changed
like the trees in autumn,
like his blonde mane.

oh, blonde mane
he used to have wonderful hair,
it was soft to the touch and beautiful,
now i can’t look at it, i can’t bare
to see how they ruined it.

i liked you, and i still feel
things that i shouldn’t feel
and my mind doesn’t like you anymore,
but my heart doesn’t know how to deal.





i'm going to sleep now, good night

I like how direct that poem (more like trail of feelings) was. It doesn’t hide things with fancy terminology. It’s just emotion.

I like to think any form of creative writing is a time capsule. They store all the feelings we have but also the past and the memories we used to have. People change so we store their past selves in time capsules that we can treasure.

This person is, no offence, a douche but little elements of who they used to be are dropping behind them, so your heart nor mind is wrong about how it feels. Don’t beat yourself up over some guy who’s decided to change because puberty keeps biting his d—-after all, it’s not your fault he’s able to be manipulated by the depths of school XD At least you’re not like that.

I love creative writing - since there's a freedom of how you can express yourself through words. Also, agreeing with Lia, writing things down is like keeping a souvenir or keeping a piece that shows how you were feeling at the time, or what you were doing - it's really cool, in that way.

But I mean, I liked the poem. Good job =P

(also, puberty is meh, who likes it anyway?)

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