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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 4:03 pm
Specation's a bit of a marvellous thing;
it allows me to think and to breath,
Meanwhile, all the rest of my peers
Get to stew in their anger and seethe.
You might call it emo, you might have another
Perfectly apt and suitable name
For the hormone-fueled angsty-teen destructive practice
For which the victims are altogether to blame.
Spectation removes me from the aforementioned strife
And allows me to continue my fun;
For while you fret and worry 'bout who's holding the knife?
I'm hated by who? Oh, not a one.
Your friendships are fickle, your fueds only skin deep,
your grand state of mind ever changing,
while I, in constancy, retain my ability to see
The reasons for all your estranging.
You want a way out? You think it's so hard
To give all grief and drama the slip?
I'll give you a hint- improve your regard
amongst those who you deem unhip.
To shed all your worry, I'll tell you what's next;
Don't get yourself stuck in-between
Your friendships and your shots at the opposite sex-
Not worth the price, for christ's sake! You're just seventeen!
Learn what's worth it more- serenity and friends, or conflict and chances.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:25 pm
Serenity and friends, most definitely. A very good poem, sticking to the every 2 line rhyme rule. Very good. 10/10
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:33 pm
Wow, it's been a while since I wrote this...I'm not even suer I like it anymore. I still like the message I was pushing...but at this point, my forced conformity to such a simple rhyme seems amateur. Thanks for the comment.
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