Archive for August 2008
Ignored
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/29/2008
Everyone gets help
when someone is sad
Someone talking to them, trying to help
Why wont anyone talk to me?
Why must i sit here all alone?
Waiting to get help
waiting for someone to care
Am i just a shost to everyone?
or do they just don’t care
Do they care about them more?
I guess i will sit here alone
waiting for someone to [...]
The Happycube #10
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/24/2008
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Yes! It is time for another wonderful happycube article and this one is a special one. Why, you ask? Well this marks our tenth happycube article and I am very happy to do this with my good friend Silver.
The topic for this article is “On the hit T.V. Show Project Runway- Season 5, at this [...]
A Dark Stormy Night
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/22/2008
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A dark stormy night
There was a girl
Just sitting watching the rain
Then there came a noise
She did not know where it came from
she got up ad searched the house
There was no one to be found
She was heading back to her room
When it happened
She saw a tall dark figure standing in front of her
she just stood there [...]
Broken Again
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/15/2008
Here I am again
My heat broken again
My wings broken again
Wondering around
I’m lost and confuse
Just asking myself
How did this happen?
Why did this ever happen to me?
I thought everything was going well
Everything seemed fine
Then one day changed everything
he told me that he didn’t love me
He wanted to end it
And now I’m heart broken
With no one to care about [...]
Why?
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/08/2008
- In: poems
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Why do people always have to judge?
Why must they put people down?
Why do they push people to suicide?
Why must people bully others?
They don’t know how much they hurt people
Can’t they see how much it hurts us?
How much our confidence is crushed?
The more they judge we get more hurt
Makes us not talk to people more
and we [...]
Untitled
Posted by: masterkitty on: 08/01/2008
- In: poems
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My heart is broken so much
That it has turned into dust
My wings have been ripped so much
That they are now tiny shreds of paper
My soul is so worn
Now it’s just a whisper of smoke
I’ve been beaten and worn down
I just can’t seem to be fixed
I feel like a toy on the shelf
And none of the kids [...]
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