The Hallway’s a Love Trip for a Crushing Heart. A plague of silence muffles my ears A swirl of bright colors surrounds his body A spotlight on him He is the star in my over played movie I taste my nervousness KLINK! My teeth clinch Without a thought I stair him up and down Ogling what could become But before he sees my drool stain I turn Acting as if he does not exist Playing it “Cool” I glance one last time But I turn my head quickly Praying not to scream I LOVE YOU! He stands behind me I feel his presence… comforting and warm But I can’t see only feel Feel the vibrations of my heart beat Thump thump…thump thump… thump thump Feel him Feel how much I wish he was mine Feel loves never releasing grasp My heart stops beating I feel him no longer All feelings STOP! Again I am lost For my love is gone Is he lost? Untitled I stand alone. With a tear filled face of fear. If blood is thicker than water Then why do I feel my friends accept me, But the people who “love” me Can’t take me for who I am I’m not going to change So except me for me Not for what you want me to be Aborted Baby Why love? You end up in pain and tears, it’s all that it brings And every day I think of what I wish could be. Nothing more than a harmless crush. So harmless it tore my heart into pieces. Thinking of how you feel about her and how I wish you felt about me. I don’t even know you really. But I still want you like nothing I have ever wanted before. You’re the rarest diamond… I am obsessed with having you for myself Greed can only get me so far. I am drenched in ice. But I want you. I hear it repeated in my mind: I lost you but never had you What is wrong with me? The Amazingly Talented Emily Fultz A closeted young Woman I sin In your religion I'm “ignorant” you say But your ignorance blinds you You do not see the real Woman behind that Red Velvet Curtain You do not see that I am the greatest actress in the world But not good enough to hold back tears Streams of my “sins” run down my face. I hide my emotions from the people who are mint to love me most. I am damned to the hell of my own family. Shunned for the beliefs of a good hearted person That’s why they will never know the real Emily F***z Looking Looking… looking… looking Deep into your greenish love filled eyes, Looking at you lips… I beg for you kiss me Though to your heart. I love you You everywhere That First Dip into Love His eyes Brown, green, blue Eclipsed orbs So beautiful So hypnotic I'm addicted to his eye candy I love him He makes my heart vain All other feelings are jealous of LOVE It’s like Arnold The One? I’d think so… Well not the one But the Only A dance of true love I Words so sweet from his Lips Brilliance… deep Turned to Love filled musical Notes My heart dances To his word His music A dance Fast Exciting Yet… slow And passionate … A dance of true love A dance of true love II Words so sweet from his Lips Brilliance… deep Thought excreted from his Mind They fall melodiously into my Heart Beginning The dance of true love, My heart dances To his word His music A dance Fast Exciting Yet… slow And passionate … Never to end is The dance of true love. I miss you A grey sulky rainy day Another lonely day without you Soon you will be mine again But only when today’s unseen sun Falls and shadows cast over our love. Alone in the rainy night with The one I love Apart from alone in the rainy day With a lonely heart I miss you. Ode to a long lost brother So strange it is, Not to know how you feel But still the days go by without you. We are young. Still clay. Our fake guardian “angels” mold us. As does our home. But I hope through our distance you still find love. Love for your sister.
Passion (Romeo & Juliet) Purple clouds Hovering over two moon-lit lovers They kiss So passionately… the stars grow Tempered, and envious. The moon Half hidden, half stone From natures caress, and moans. The nights tune Intruded by a new melody… The eternal, passionate sounds of Undissembeld, pure love. A lifetime in the beach’s eyes The calm Crisp Ocean is Almond shaped pools Of water Black circles rimmed red Chestnut brown blotches Smoothed by green Almost chartreuse That is laced with willow green And calm light crystal blue Luminescent in a sense They light up my heart The sun to my moon Pink tears The beauty I see before these tear filled eyes dries up every ounce of sorrow. Hurt and sadden by your fear rimmed words They pierce my heart but never burn an inch I clinch your shirt harder with each sob As the crying descends I KNOW everything is going to be Ok! The monster of love It isn’t real they all glare Preaching with confidence At the greatest monster of all They tear it down with real weapons of mass destruction. LIES But nothing can overcome this monster Not even it’s self Though torn at times from the inside out It still achieves what it set out to do Heal all wounds It does not break friendship Nor does it bring the judging tears For all it is, is true undisruptive LOVE The class of 2010: The class corrupted by drugs, sex, and hip hop. The Class where rumors are served with a bag of tears salted pop corn and lies are like a snickers bar on your period The class of a thousand convicts and their baby daddy or mama. The class where gay slurs are as common as a 15 year old crack head. The class where there are no real friends, just gossip buddies and people who use you as their personal wall mart The class that is going to get the highest abortion rate of our nation…so much for my world peace maker. The class that has brought so many tears, and for what? To whim to your peers? To get a good laugh? Yes… this is the class where only 10 or our students will graduate. Not one of them with a clear conscience. So 2010 is this what you really want to be? A student body that’s rigidity is based on greed and self indulgence… I guess so But I promise we can change even the hypocrite preaching to you... Just take a secondary virginity and apologize for all your sins.
What am I without you? Just an angry rumor who is begging to fool, I was that rumor everyone believed to be true, but in reality they were just ravenous for lies. Or am I a swollen salty tear drop that falls from a mourner’s eye. The kind where there is a surplus of teardrops, so many like me, that I become looked over and underused. I bet I would be a succubus, all souls would be mine. But what would be the point I wouldn’t have yours. Id probably be like the old me: heartless thrashing and cold. I would carry around a darkened loveless façade, a gee string binding me to reality. I would be naïve to what life is and what you can learn from it, and I would go on living life like they wanted me too (which is god knows what they change like the seasons). Really though I would be nothing not even a black hole or a vacuum because they are something. I would be nothing… well nothing is something too… so I guess I’d be what you would be. Lost And Alone Love a lie? Is love truly a illogical? Does it make sanity insane? Does it make truth a lie? Or does it only bring you pain? Of course only those of us who are sane Never once feel pain And the truth is never a lie Unless you’re logical I am logical Yet I am sane I guess I am a lie But never one to cause pain! How to become a celebrity: 1.) Pre tend to Sniff crack off of the table 2.) Sit in a tanning bed until you look like a fried chicken wing. 3.) Watch E! Till the girls next door die. (No really I beg you. 4.) Put make up on till your nose is concealed 5.) Beg your parents for a 600$ purse so you can ruin it and cry till you get a new one. 6.) Throw trail mix at your mom and tell her she is fired 7.) If you’re an only child and your mom is pregnant tell her to have an abortion cuz you want all the money from their will. 8.) When you’re at school hire people to follow you around with cameras. 9.) Go to the mall and tell the manager of every store that you are Paris Hilton but you got plastic surgery and your hair dyes do if he does not give you a discount you will ruin his life in Hollywood. 10.) Carry around a water gun and rap about how much you are a Gangsta, GEE! 11.) And finally ignore this because it will only get you sued. Teen hormones don’t cause love Girls get so gitty over their boy toys that it is hard to decipher whether or not they are just fooling themselves or if it is real. This is because every girl dreams of a knight in shining armor to rescue them from reality with sweet heart kisses and… glass slippers. (Unless of course you are a self proclaimed lesbian) In “scientific terms” this is known as hormones ceasing adolescence grip on love and transmogrifying it to lust. So naturally many girls would never dream that their ovaries could never trick them into loving a boy. But how do you tell the difference? Well look at it this way… If the guys you “fall” for doesn’t take you to a castle filled with false hope, but rather he brings you to reality with a valiant vigilant kiss for your sleeping beauty desolate heart. And he evokes the true person that lies behind your out word beauty to come out and generate its true variegation of color; the accent to your personality. He will also love you even if you socially degrade yourself to— a bum… (Tribal times) With unshaven legs French pits And nappy unkempt hair Despite that he looks at you with his eyes all wide and lit up and whispers to you “you look B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L” You’re my angel Do you know how amazing it feels to have an angel by your side forever, to hold you, to kiss your fears away and make your tears of anything negative run away in terror? I do. I feel this amazing feeling everyday— When I look into your glistening eyes that portray your beautiful soul… which is what makes them so hypnotic. I feel it when you hold me so close I feel your heart beat and I look at your divinely chiseled face and those deep rosy lips and I dwell on the kiss of an angel. But I think so hard and wish for you to kiss my absolutely inferior lips and when I fell as though I am going to burst, you lean your perfect head down and kiss me. I feel it when you do ever you try everything in your power to get me to stop crying. But the best thing about it is the fact that you 100% love me with all your heart, and would do anything for me just as I would for you. I guess all I have to say is JOSH, I love you and you’re my everything. Josh you’re my only light in the dark— Will you be my night light when the darkness consumes everything? Your love is good enough… it gives me strength while your heart gives me protection from the cruelty of your absence. But I am unable to not whimper your name in the fear of the dark morbid shadows that are caste in the absence of your transcendental beauty. Oh, I know that to be in your sanctuary that wraps around me would retreat me from the entire affliction of darkness, that those bright angelic eyes will sabotage the demons that creep just beyond my view point, the melody of your sweet voice can distinctively overcome the bumps in the night and to have you close to warm away my never ending fears would make your LIGHT destroy the DARK What does love deserve…? A big DREAM wedding with the bride dressed up as if she were a geisha (and perhaps is)? Well of course the first few periods of love, so precious and infantile, should be given its kick to maturity by a large love honoring wedding…. Right? Wouldn’t a small personal exchange of vows be perfect for love, this blind ultra-forgiving, un-materialistic felling? This could be the perfect stepping stone for a long life of passion and friendship, Or at least a few years of happiness. Does love even deserve anything? Can’t it thrive on its self without even a breath of FRESH air? Like how a mother loves her child even before it is born for no statistical reason, just because love is. Who even would give everything to love…? I mean it’s just a feeling. Ill tell you who__ the exact person that kisses away my wrong, and tells me I am perfect and have the strength to do anything. This is the person that has dedicated their life to love... to their love…… me!!! Tears distort your hearts beauty as it distorts who you really are all at the same time. This leaves you blind to your own soul and blind to the truth that there is probably really nothing wrong. What‘s bothering you are your emotions, treating you as if they are the very people that taunt you inside the public education’s barb wired walls. But I’m so true to my emotions that I will help them along in the taunting and cry when I laugh or cry just because I think it will make you love me more. Although it will make you snicker and think less of me because even I know it’s juvenile, which I guess is why I’m even ashamed to cry in front the one person that doesn’t judge me over anything… no matter how low it can be on this ignorant social outcast scale such as: how often I cry over dumb things, showers that occur about once every week, this damn depression that I don’t even know if it’s there or not, and the fact I can’t hold my temper when I don’t get my little spoiled brat way. Could I be this way because that tyrant (known as my mother to the rest of the world) regrets the very existence of my being? I bet it’s because I remind her of the infamous bill... the only sane one in my family, my beloved father. Or could I be this way because of my “care” givers that made me into one screwed up child made me have a Buddha complex, Ignorant to the world’s woes and leaving me with preconceived notions that, no matter what I do I’ll succeed at my dreams (Wow did that set me up with a world of disappointment). What ever the reason being for my messed up head I know eventually they will commit suicide. With each passing day I grow more and become much stronger than these abominations that will end up just like Romeo and Juliet, defeated by love. How can I reply to your beauty? When all the worlds’ happiness fills my body and makes me barely able to speak for fear of distorting your happiness by my ignorant menial voice, so all I can utter is the words that I know will make you happy… I love you. I’m speechless when you kiss me. I can’t believe a defect less tangible god like you would ever want to avail my lips. I don’t even deserve to be in the presence of your perfect celestial being, but not to be near you is incubus and illusionary. It is almost a sin to look into your eyes because I'm so unworthy. BUT it’s not a sin... and if it was I would not cast you down. No I would be “immoral”, as we apparently are now, and douse myself in you.
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