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Call me preppy. Call me goth.
Call me anything you wish or want.
Try to label me. I dare you to.
Lets see all that you can do.
Stereotypes—I follow a few
Can I be all? Seems too good to be true.
I can be a princess—but you’ll probably call me a snob
Perhaps I wish to be part of the Italian mob.
I can wear all black even if it isn’t Halloween
But sometimes I wear bright colors. Am I somehow stuck in-between?
Just because I’m frowning—doesn’t always mean I’m mad at the world
I’m just not your average kind of girl.
Today I decided to dress down in jeans and sweatshirt
I was surprised by how many people called me “Down to Earth.”
When really inside my mind, I’m flying up high in the clouds
But when I wear all my bright colors—I get the feeling it’s “not allowed.”
Why do you try to judge me? I won’t follow through
You think you know me then I all of a sudden surprise you.
I’m not always cute. I’m not always pretty.
But there is one thing I know…
I’LL ALWAYS JUST BE ME!
Call me anything you wish or want.
Try to label me. I dare you to.
Lets see all that you can do.
Stereotypes—I follow a few
Can I be all? Seems too good to be true.
I can be a princess—but you’ll probably call me a snob
Perhaps I wish to be part of the Italian mob.
I can wear all black even if it isn’t Halloween
But sometimes I wear bright colors. Am I somehow stuck in-between?
Just because I’m frowning—doesn’t always mean I’m mad at the world
I’m just not your average kind of girl.
Today I decided to dress down in jeans and sweatshirt
I was surprised by how many people called me “Down to Earth.”
When really inside my mind, I’m flying up high in the clouds
But when I wear all my bright colors—I get the feeling it’s “not allowed.”
Why do you try to judge me? I won’t follow through
You think you know me then I all of a sudden surprise you.
I’m not always cute. I’m not always pretty.
But there is one thing I know…
I’LL ALWAYS JUST BE ME!
Literature
one through ten.
I.
He threw the ball at the ceiling
caught it
said, "bullshit."
He threw it again.
II.
The other boy sat there
on his belly
chin on his hands and elbows on the floor
said, "maybe it's not."
III.
"don't play with me like that."
IV.
He kicked his legs
the bend in his knees making his lower leg and upper thigh a right angle
chewed his nail
and said, "what makes you think I am?"
The other boy threw the ball.
He caught it.
V.
"i'm not like that."
Caught the ball.
VI.
His legs kicked
he spoke with nonchalance
like a devil
or a particularly cool friend
"fag."
VII.
He lay with his arm behind his head
one hand catching ca
Literature
+Seven Songs - BL+
His hands were calloused, though not rough. They were working hands, used often on the thick and thin strings of his acoustic guitar. Plucking and strumming, tightening and loosening. But they were never used in any manner other than gentle and thoughtful.
Of course, only his guitar knew this. For any mortal eyes that ever lay a glance on the hands of Dominic would always think otherwise.
He spent his many days and nights in the attic of the ever-popular Café MalChick Lyubov. Playing his acoustic guitar (that he affectionately called Lucy), writing music, and relaxing. It was a quiet existence, filled with nothing but the peacefu
Literature
how to be honest
i was 14 and in love, i was 14 and crying
under a blue trampoline, deciding that day would be a good day
to save my dinner money
for something more important.
i learnt the hard way that stuffing lies behind my ribcage did nothing
but aided them to grow so tall they fell through
and banged hard,
like a ten man band reminding me
that I have swimming pools full of care to give
and nobody to take it,
I just tie my hair back and take off my shoes,
swallow my heart again and let it soak my eyes.
the pathological drinker by my feet cannot help,
the bulimia in my fingertips does not get it out fast enough
And safety pins are not th
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This was inspired by a conversation I had with =michelleleo71 ^^ Labels and stereotypes are just ridiculous. So anyway, I thought Michy would like this poem...
So this one is dedicated to her! Go visit her and check out her cool art and everything.
I owe her a big thanks for everything she has done. She's amazing with a big heart.
So this one is dedicated to her! Go visit her and check out her cool art and everything.
I owe her a big thanks for everything she has done. She's amazing with a big heart.
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