Quoting Post Archived Topic: It will not be bumped to the top of the forum. Topic Poem i just wrote (serious comments please?) Membername   Not a member? Sign Up Free (takes 20 seconds) Password   Forgotten your password? Post Font: Verdana Arial Black Georgia Comic Sans Impact   Size: Tiny Normal Big Huge   Color: Default Dark Red Red Orange Brown Green Olive Cyan Blue Dark Blue Indigo Black [ Check Spelling ] [ Post Preview ] [ LiveTags ] Quote: from [m]bananawhore[/m] at 4:26 am on Nov. 22, 2008[quote]There once was a girl Born and raised In a nice, and happy home. Everything she ever needed Everything she ever wanted. Gazing at he world through glasses The brightest shade of rosy pink. Smile plaster to her face Optimism Blind Happiness The simplest existence But with life comes time with time comes change. And so there was a girl Born and raised In a nice and Happy home. Everything she ever needed But not quite sure of what she wanted. Once so confident and self assured Now cynical "Insightful" A way of life Not to be voluntarily chosen. For Take what you hear Warp it around in your mind Don't forget To over analyze Assume the worst For the "best" is but a lie. No one could possibly Say a good thing about you, anyways pick a part the world around you One negative thing at a time. Not a life to long for For being "insightful" has a price. Hate Silly optimistic fools Don't feel such a thing the way cynics do Yet not hate unto another Hate unto onesself. A habit A feeling The girl soon learned to understand To know And accept. She gazed out from the world Behind angry black lenses. And with life comes time And with time comes change Yet for some this change will worsen. And the girl raised in a happy home With everything she ever needed And nothing that se ever wanted Because all she wanted was to be happy Found time to scrutinize The world she took a part in Just enough to realize What a hell hole it really is And she Grew to understand Even more What wrongs she had done. For who with such a perfect life? Would still find the time To wallow in self pity? Only a horrible person Of course So the hate within her grew Until the anger had subsided Replaced itslf with sorrow So thick So deep So strong and true That nothing could help her now. And she gazed upon the world Through tear fogged blue lenses. And with life comes time And with time comes change Usually Not for the better. And the girl from the happy home With everything she needed No longer a want in the world Let her sorrow get the best of her And swallow her up whole. No longer did she have the chance To gaze at life through any lenses Her eyes now Forever closed. [/quote] FAQ Keyword Search: Post Options Favorites Manager Notify me of new replies to this topic by email Notify me of new replies to this topic by private message Original Post bananawhore Posted at 4:26 am on Nov. 22, 2008 There once was a girl Born and raised In a nice, and happy home. Everything she ever needed Everything she ever wanted. Gazing at he world through glasses The brightest shade of rosy pink. Smile plaster to her face Optimism Blind Happiness The simplest existence But with life comes time with time comes change. And so there was a girl Born and raised In a nice and Happy home. Everything she ever needed But not quite sure of what she wanted. Once so confident and self assured Now cynical "Insightful" A way of life Not to be voluntarily chosen. For Take what you hear Warp it around in your mind Don't forget To over analyze Assume the worst For the "best" is but a lie. No one could possibly Say a good thing about you, anyways pick a part the world around you One negative thing at a time. Not a life to long for For being "insightful" has a price. Hate Silly optimistic fools Don't feel such a thing the way cynics do Yet not hate unto another Hate unto onesself. A habit A feeling The girl soon learned to understand To know And accept. She gazed out from the world Behind angry black lenses. And with life comes time And with time comes change Yet for some this change will worsen. And the girl raised in a happy home With everything she ever needed And nothing that se ever wanted Because all she wanted was to be happy Found time to scrutinize The world she took a part in Just enough to realize What a hell hole it really is And she Grew to understand Even more What wrongs she had done. For who with such a perfect life? Would still find the time To wallow in self pity? Only a horrible person Of course So the hate within her grew Until the anger had subsided Replaced itslf with sorrow So thick So deep So strong and true That nothing could help her now. And she gazed upon the world Through tear fogged blue lenses. And with life comes time And with time comes change Usually Not for the better. And the girl from the happy home With everything she needed No longer a want in the world Let her sorrow get the best of her And swallow her up whole. No longer did she have the chance To gaze at life through any lenses Her eyes now Forever closed.

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