All It Takes Is A Little Push

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Lying is the best of pain

There always comes a time when two people join One for love One for convenience. It's logical not sentimental for the convenient, Yet too much feelings for the "love", Yet for convenience love is not a matter, Honesty, Punctuality, Intelligence Is what matters. Lying, is the greatest way to hurt a logical. Yet "love" know not how to tell the truth, But has learned to hide, lie, change. "Love" keeps describing to convenience how crystal clear the water is, but convenience sees that she keeps showering herself with mud.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

This is to the girl who dislikes roses Yet for Valentine's day got a bouquet of them This is to the girl who speaks up Yet is always misunderstood This is to the girl who hates to cook Yet decided to cook for him This is to the guy who couldn't understand And made other plans This is to the girl whose silent tears now run down her cheeks And is now asking why

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LOVE

Him: I love you, but you don’t.

Her: You don’t love me, you want to control me.

Him: I do everything for you, I do almost everything you want.

Her: Yeah, I know. You take me to school, you take me almost everywhere I NEED to go. But I pay for that gasoline to which you take me.

Him: THEN DON’T PAY FOR IT!

Her: If I don’t! Then that car would have no gasoline because it’s either me or your mom who put it in. You even gave up your college and blamed it on me.

Him: I never blamed it on you! I left it because of the band...

Her: Oh no! That’s not what you said to me! LIER! You have lied so many times, I don’t believe you.

Him: I used to give you all my trust. But nooo!! I found you still texting with your ex.

Her: I admit that was wrong. But he will be the best friend I could have ever found. I don’t like him romantically. And sadly, where I was looking for a friendship he was looking for something more. I never wanted to admit it. 

Him: You just wanted to act gullible.

Her: And you just want to bring him up to save your ass. You’re suffocating me. What do you want from me?

Him: What could I possibly want from you?

Her: I don’t know. I am an American’s daughter. I’m always a target. I knew why you’re older brother was interested in me. He viewed me as a dollar sign. And I am almost sure that your family accepts me because I could give you a better future. I don’t think you love me. You want to own me.

Him: I let you do what you want!

Her: Yes, but you wish you didn’t. You went through my phone without permission once. And the second time I didn’t say anything because it would please you. But the one time I ask to please go through your phone you denied! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?! 

Him: I don’t want to own you.

Her: I’m the last person whose word you’re ever going to listen to. You’ll listen to everyone’s word except mine! You don’t want to trust me! You don’t want me to have friends! You just want me to consider you my whole world. Now I know why both of your previous girlfriends cheated on you! You suffocated them just like you’re suffocating me!

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Nothingness

Clack Clack I sit down, drop my backpack.  Scratch, Scratch The rats are scratching, I look up I bend down, open my backpack Get the books, and start doing nonsense Start reading nonsense. I close it, go to the living room. Squeak, Squeak I see the rat go into the kitchen Right into the clean dishes. I scream, I yell. I get pissed. I go back to my room. Have my eyes closed, please try not to let it go. Do not let yourself go, Open the door, to see nothing welcoming you.

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I will never know if I every truly loved you, All I know is that I wanted that love to consume me, Alone, shattered, hurt, destroyed Wanting you to finish what was started. I claim to have loved you, but tasting someone else’s lips came at ease. Facing you no longer cared. Craving that destructive love, It’s what made me complete, The taste of that copper blood in my mouth Everytime our lips touched. That lust we both craved, came at end. No longer close, no longer touch we both want to be back, out destructive love cannot be compared to the piece of heaven we are now in.

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Let’s save women of beauty, and beauty from women.

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BEAUTY

We’re creating a society of barbie look-alikes. We are no longer encouraging them to become successful professional leaders but rather encouraging them to have a low self-esteem and to go under plastic surgeries to be fake. So they can be loved by how they look like and never knowing what their true identity is. 

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MUSIC

What used to be my passion is no longer in existence. It passed on like a fad, something so ephemeral.  What I used to dream of becoming is what I gave up. I can no longer feel it. It's staccato, it's forte it's all so passe for me. I can no longer find delight in what I used to do. I'm morphing into someone new. Someone that even I am confused. 

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If you one day wake up in the middle of the night and you turn around and still feel lonely then he's not the right guy.

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[naughty]

what a babe

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Insecurity

Insecurity Is my demon, Insecurity Haunts me. Insecurity prevents me from being happy. Insecurity Please stay the hell away from me Please stop manipulating my thoughts. Oh Dear Insecurity, Kill Yourself

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Lost of Inspiration

You’re no longer there. Everyone around keeps breathing that fire and making it more potent every time while mine is extinguishing. I used to be on that first place base but as the clock ticks, I see more and more how they keep pushing me down taking away that trophy. It didn't use to matter, but then I started to see that my brain sees farther than that finish line.  While others are crossing it I'm going through it. I can no longer see the same blue sea as they. I can no longer feel the same emotions they see. I can no longer memorize the exact terms implemented on me. My inspiration is lost. Textbooks/books seem predictable, the world/humans seem predictable. My brain is just becoming full of ominous dark clouds that prevent me from viewing the way the rest do. It's a problem. It feels like I'm that square that should be able to fill that slot but somehow the hand that is holding me is not inserting me correctly. Just imagine a baby learning its shapes; it has to put the shapes a certain way in order for it to fit, but it seems that it doesn't matter how diagonal or straight that hand is trying to insert me I can't fit.  It's like I'm the positive charge pushing against another positive charge not wanting to be part of it. Correction, wanting to be part of it, but can't in any way, shape, or form. Where am I supposed to be? What am I suppose to absorb? I don't want to be a sponge, I want to chose.

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Standard English

Since I was born I was a mix. It is not something that I really cared about before, better to say, I didn’t realize it. I was raised in an Hispanic country with an American father, for me it was normal, but as I traveled to the United States to visit my family on my father’s side they notice every single grammatical error because they realized I am a mix. They pointed everything, for example when I said, “That bag was blue, well she said.” A cousin of mine pointed out right away that I said “she said” after what the person stated. I know it’s grammatically incorrect and it was just a simple mistake not committed always, but when they did a grammatical mistake I couldn’t correct them. Why? Even though both my cousin and I our first language is English, I’m an exception. They are the ones 100% white and I’m the foreigner who they always forget that 50% of me is also white. In their eyes I’m just a latino, there is no white in me. This also applied when a small latin accent came out when speaking their Standard English, but they don’t take in consideration that I have been bilingual my whole life. They don't take in consideration that both languages have their own grammar and sometimes you make mistakes. You confuse the languages. But if you are a mix you are not allowed to make mistakes to prove that you are one of them. Because you can’t be you.

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Hey There

Remember when I couldn’t handle stress and you were there? Well I need that now. I haven’t broke down for quite some time, but I am right now. I just want to hear your voice saying, “hey leave it aside and calm down.” You talking to me, telling me that I am smart and everything is going to be fine. Daddy I need that right now. I miss you. Why did you leave so soon? It’s my last year in high school and you’re not there. You’re not here. I love you.

[milkovichfeels]

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Universe 18

This is to the girl who’s room now I live. This is to the girl who has given me beautiful years of a true friendship. This is to the girl that is in the north pole while I’m in the south. This is to the girl whose tears I’ve heard, whose universe I’ve seen, her heart crystal clear. This is to the girl whose dark life I’ve seen but with no true dark matter in her. This is to the girl whose infatuated with the beautiful writings of depicting details. This is to the girl who is now 18, meaning of a new life, a new beginning. This is me, the person who’s in the south pole, awaiting the day to which we can celebrate another of your birthday together someday. For now, I’ll just stay in your universe, and keep exploring for which is vast.

[mashable]