It's a big world out thereI'm small and scaredsitting in my corner-I cry at the shadowsthat creep up behind.I want my mommyI want my blankey-I want to hide awayunder my sheets.I look up and seeit's light out again-I go out and sufferanother bleak day.Day comes to passthe same thing once more-I sit in my cornerand cry to myself.Such is the waywe pass through our lives-For we are nothingbut a scared little child.
Anywhere but my own mindTen o'clock at night, a party right outside my door and I can't sleep. So I curl up on my floor and somehow time doesn't matter anymore. The essay I have to write and the presentation I have to make and the test I have to study for don't cross my mind. I don't remember the mistakes that I made that I wish I hadn't, when I was stupid and naive and how could I know that they would plague me for years to come? None of it matters anymore as I lay on my floor and slowly die a little bit more with every never-passing second. And that makes me somewhat happy as I know that when I lose myself to a place where I don't know but it's okay because it's not me, time passes and the one thing that will make me truly happy is getting closer and closer. It's already twelve and I don't know how it got that late because I was just laying here. I didn't even fall asleep.
To be 'me' againSometimes I just want to curl up in a cornerand make everyone go awayfar enough that they can't hear me crybut close enough to see mebut at the same time not noticeAnd when I curl up in my cornerI can make peace with the mistakesthat seem to hang on to meno matter how hard I try to forgetAnd then I get upAnd go out to where I sent everyone awayAnd finally be somebody I want to be.//And sometimes I like to float away in the little thingsand not have to thinkor feelor even be aware that I existSo I get lost in something that's not mein a place too small to existbut too big for me to even matterAnd I come back and realize that I was in the same place all alongand I wish I hadn't
PapervisionFor the better,For the worse,Bite your tongue andWrite in verse!Use your words andDon't be shy,Look your readerIn the eye!For the better,For the worse,You have words soDon't be terse!
Define LoveSo, what happens when you ask a bunch of teenagers to define "love"? Well, for one, they tend to quote songs. And just generally be asses about it. I'd like to just throw a shout-out right now to all the douchebags who think they can quote a song or text without sounding like a total ass doing it. Smooth. Real smooth. Anyways, here are what (above-average intelligence) teenagers who think that they can be funny say about love (Yes, I did indeed get these answers. No tampering, except for grammar):-----Love is hideous car wreck electrocution subordination paste.I don't know, I've always hated the word.Love for me is... Well, love is meeting somebody and not wanting to murder them."Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast... God is Love." Corinthians! Baby don't hurt me!Love is like torture: it is not forever, it is one's most vulnerable state, in which all members suffer involuntary (although possibly voluntary) wounds which never heal.Love is a diffi