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    dots Submission Name: Jenicadots

    Author: Texan_Poet
    ASL Info:    20/F/daydreaming
    Elite Ratio:    5.7 - 127/123/48
    Words: 166
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nostalgia
    Total Views: 674
    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       This is an impulse poem. It took me about 30 seconds to write. It's a physical description of myself, acutally. Of me and the things I always have with me. I guess it's a way to tell people that just because someone is quiet on the outside, it doesn't mean that they aren't hurting. I walk around everyday but I don't look at people. Just, next time you see someone walking around, even if you don't know them, and they are just looking at the ground or into their books. Stop them and ask if they are ok, even if they are the kind of person no one else talks to because of rumors or something else. In fact, especially in that case.

    Lady Rose

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    Saphire blue stone,
    Set in white gold.
    Two or three inches tall.
    Lace, wrapped around
    Soft and sweet.
    Teasing, flirting.
    Stark colors, black and white
    Softened by jewel tones,
    Ruby and emerald,
    Garnet, aquamarine,
    Accented by silver

    Gold wire, soft and flowing
    Black hills or normal?
    Depends on the light,
    Soft honey and sweet strawberry
    Framing pale white.
    But no one sees the white,
    Rich purple, ebony black
    Cats' eye emerald,
    But sometimes aquamarine,
    Somtimes with orange spikes,
    Always circled by saphire.
    Lush lips,
    But to pale to see,
    Painted rasin rage red.

    Hide long legs.
    Blue? Black?
    Depends on the mood.
    But always there,
    To hide scars.

    Books in hand,
    Always quill and ink.
    Flash drive in pocket,
    Knife blade beside it.
    Pen to paper,
    Only release.
    Walls around the heart,
    Who cares enough to notice the door?
    Walks day by day,
    Not saying a word.
    They think she's fine.

    Silently screaming.

    Submitted on 2009-03-30 10:24:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Wow, a pretty poetic description of yourself xD Scarily enough, you sound like half the girls I know... some of the guys (joke). I carry a flash drive in my pocket as well, but the only weapon I carry, when I do carry scissors or a switch (if ever) is to defend myself (now, anyways). Knowing what it's like to be screaming for help but carrying around a serene surface as a defense shield, I sympathize with you...

    "Walls around the heart,
    Who cares enough to notice the door?"

    Those two lines say enough to make or break a poem.


    | Posted on 2009-04-27 00:00:00 | by Shadowstar13 | [ Reply to This ]
      ... ... ... ... Wow, This poem really describes you... I know how you feel when you said walking and everyone think she's fine, Kinda how things are for me. Like your poem states I have a knife blade also in my pocket but next to my smokes and pens. Oh and before I forget a little complement... You sound like your very cute looking in person... lol... I'm just blunt like that. :/... I can't see why people would want to hurt you... I just deosn't make sense to an old fasion person like me. But our biggest difference is that you hide your scares I don't care if someone sees mine, both metaphoricly and literally. ... ... I hope things in your life pick up and you find happyness one day, because if your as the religous people say a child of Christ then your life will get better... And no I never stopped believing I just am having trouble trusting God. Well enough from me likly your getting sick of my rambling, I talk to you later
    Loved this piece as well.

    Poetry is the one thing we can use to help people see our pains, Peace to you and your writtings,

    Justin Laban

    | Posted on 2009-03-31 00:00:00 | by Sepheroth432 | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow now this was a deja vue poem, i felt like i was reading about myself, I no wut it feels like to walk around not noticing anything yet seeing everything, seeing the guys flirt with their girlfriends, seeing the teachers quietly rag on a student, and seeing the looks people give u. Just hopeing sumone will notice, hopeing sumone wood see beyond ur mask.

    But noone ever does, and if the off chance sumone does ask if ur alrite, u give a fake smile and say im fine, they either believ u or dont, u dont care as long as there off ur back, But even tho its what u wanted u cant bring ur self to say no im not fine, yea i do need help... :/

    And that brings u down even more then before, and u quickly run to a bathroom take out ur little friend and the rest is history...

    I loved the poem :/
    | Posted on 2009-03-30 00:00:00 | by WhY-dO-yOu-CrY | [ Reply to This ]

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