Kurt by ~psychotik-mind
Perfect PerfectPerfect by ~psychotik-mind
She looked young. No more than 18, I hazarded. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pretty. She had a heart-shaped face, framed by long black hair which flowed passed her shoulders, nearly reaching her waist. Her eyes were heavy with mascara and eyeliner, with lips that were painted blood red. A pale pink blush streaked across the apples of her cheeks. She was wearing a simple white tank top accompanied with a vintage-looking bronze necklace, paired with a pair of denim shorts that exposed her thighs. A brown satchel bag hung from her right shoulder. She donned strappy gladiator sandals over her small feet, her toenails painted
Lost Where are you?Lost by ~psychotik-mind
Hiding among the stars?
Are you the twinkle that comes and goes,
Like the faith of a wavering soul?
Where are you?
Lost, gone, have you disappeared?
Are you hiding, disenchanted spirit,
What does your broken vision see?
Where are you?
Will thou come back to me?
A physical body does no good,
No good, without spirit, you see.
Where are you, where are you!
I fear it's too late,
Are you near, my dear?
Do you wander here?
Where are you?
Where am I?
Friends, do you know?
I can't find myself, not anymore.
I'm not myself, I'm not myself,
not anymore, not anymore!
tell me, oh please, tell me,
Who am I?
Teenagers versus Teachers "You don't understand!"Teenagers versus Teachers by ~psychotik-mind
Both groups scream at each other.
"We work too hard!"
The teachers shout
"We study too heard!"
The teens shout back.
"We have families to work for!"
The teachers cry.
"We have our futures to study for!"
The teens are in tears.
And back and forth
The accusations are hurled
We scream
Never understanding
We scream
No time for sympathising
We scream
Oblivious to their suffering
And all we can do is scream
All we can do is scream.
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