Submissions by AquaKaulitz (Rhea)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Instant Karma
Don't do something that karma is going to come back
And kick you in the ass.
Not a wise idea.
People believe they can go through life
Hurting every person they walk by.
One day....
Instant Karma is going to come.
And they aren't going to like it.
They deserve....
Instant Karma.
It might be good for them.
They may finally learn a lesson from
Instant Karma.
And kick you in the ass.
Not a wise idea.
People believe they can go through life
Hurting every person they walk by.
One day....
Instant Karma is going to come.
And they aren't going to like it.
They deserve....
Instant Karma.
It might be good for them.
They may finally learn a lesson from
Instant Karma.
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New Friend
Met a new friend today.
He is sweet,
Charming,
Nice.
I like him.
He is cool to talk to.
He is cute too.
Glad I am getting to know him.
He is someone I can talk to about poetry.
Music,
And life.
Glad to be his friend.
To Mr_Sin
He is sweet,
Charming,
Nice.
I like him.
He is cool to talk to.
He is cute too.
Glad I am getting to know him.
He is someone I can talk to about poetry.
Music,
And life.
Glad to be his friend.
To Mr_Sin
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There For Me
You have always been there for me.
I am so glad you have.
You are like my guardin angel.
You are there when I need you the most.
You have shown me the right way to go.
You give me advice when I need it.
You are there for me.
Thank you.
For my "big brother" Donovan Blasdell
I am so glad you have.
You are like my guardin angel.
You are there when I need you the most.
You have shown me the right way to go.
You give me advice when I need it.
You are there for me.
Thank you.
For my "big brother" Donovan Blasdell
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The Question
The quesiton...
It is something most guys don't have the courage to ask.
Girls wait for the day they ask.
It seems like a long wait,
But it is well worth the wait.
When they do,
It is the most wonderful thing to ever happen.
It is something most guys don't have the courage to ask.
Girls wait for the day they ask.
It seems like a long wait,
But it is well worth the wait.
When they do,
It is the most wonderful thing to ever happen.
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From Beginning To Now
In the beginning,
I didn't know who you were.
I didn't know what you were like.
Now I do.
In the beginning,
I didn't know what to think of you.
I wondered why you always smiled at me.
I thought you just wanted to be friends.
Well we are not friends,
We are more than friends.
And it makes me happy to know that.
In the beginning,
I never thought we would this close.
I hurt you so many times in the beginning.
I am so sorry for all those times too.
Back then,
I didn't know I would be this close to you.
You make me happy with,...
I didn't know who you were.
I didn't know what you were like.
Now I do.
In the beginning,
I didn't know what to think of you.
I wondered why you always smiled at me.
I thought you just wanted to be friends.
Well we are not friends,
We are more than friends.
And it makes me happy to know that.
In the beginning,
I never thought we would this close.
I hurt you so many times in the beginning.
I am so sorry for all those times too.
Back then,
I didn't know I would be this close to you.
You make me happy with,...
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Jerk Face
You are a jerk face.
We used to talk.
Now we don't.
Now you asked me who i am.
I didn't feel like repling to that,
Cause,
Your a jerk face now.
We used to talk.
Now we don't.
Now you asked me who i am.
I didn't feel like repling to that,
Cause,
Your a jerk face now.
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Don't Notice You
Life,
It goes on.
Some people notice you,
Some don't.
You try to live,
Your life to its fullest,
But you have a hard doing it,
For people don't notice you.
You make yourself known.
It works,
For a little while,
But not long.
They find someone else,
To pay attention to.
They soon forget about you,
Again.
It is the same thing,
Everyday.
You sit and wonder,
Why they don't notice you.
Is it your hair?
Outfits?
You are dating?
Why don't they notice you?
You search for answers.
But can't find them....
It goes on.
Some people notice you,
Some don't.
You try to live,
Your life to its fullest,
But you have a hard doing it,
For people don't notice you.
You make yourself known.
It works,
For a little while,
But not long.
They find someone else,
To pay attention to.
They soon forget about you,
Again.
It is the same thing,
Everyday.
You sit and wonder,
Why they don't notice you.
Is it your hair?
Outfits?
You are dating?
Why don't they notice you?
You search for answers.
But can't find them....
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Love
Love,
What is it?
Something we really feel,
Or something we make up?
Is it something we can control?
How do we know when it is real?
It must happen on its own.
But how do we know it does?
What are the signs?
Is it the butterflies in the stomach?
The way you look at someone and can't stop?
The way they make you feel around them?
The feeling that you can't be away from them for very long?
What is this thing we call love?
Well whatever it is,
I like it.
It shows me that I have someone there for me.
It makes me feel special.
What is it?
Something we really feel,
Or something we make up?
Is it something we can control?
How do we know when it is real?
It must happen on its own.
But how do we know it does?
What are the signs?
Is it the butterflies in the stomach?
The way you look at someone and can't stop?
The way they make you feel around them?
The feeling that you can't be away from them for very long?
What is this thing we call love?
Well whatever it is,
I like it.
It shows me that I have someone there for me.
It makes me feel special.
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Night
In the night you are,
There,
My safe place to hide.
You never leave my mind.
You are there for good.
I know during the night I don't leave yours.
Dreaming of you,
Wishing to be with you,
Knowing you are always with me.
So I hug your sweater,
The one you gave me for christmas,
I hug it so tight,
That is makes me feel you are here with me.
You are with me through the night.
There,
My safe place to hide.
You never leave my mind.
You are there for good.
I know during the night I don't leave yours.
Dreaming of you,
Wishing to be with you,
Knowing you are always with me.
So I hug your sweater,
The one you gave me for christmas,
I hug it so tight,
That is makes me feel you are here with me.
You are with me through the night.
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Daydreaming
I daydream of him.
I do it everyday.
The many things I dream about.
He makes me happy when I am around him.
I miss him when we are not together.
That is why I daydream of him.
So many things about him that makes me happy.
So many,
I can't name them all.
I daydream about the day we get married.
A wonderful day in my head.
So many daydreams,
During the day.
I can't remember them all.
But most of them are the best of all.
He is the best of them all.
I do it everyday.
The many things I dream about.
He makes me happy when I am around him.
I miss him when we are not together.
That is why I daydream of him.
So many things about him that makes me happy.
So many,
I can't name them all.
I daydream about the day we get married.
A wonderful day in my head.
So many daydreams,
During the day.
I can't remember them all.
But most of them are the best of all.
He is the best of them all.
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Mixed Emotions
I love him.
I truely do.
But I really like them.
They don't know it.
But I do.
I want to be with him all the rest of my life.
I love him and I know he loves me.
But I have this odd feelings sometimes.
I guess he could possibly be the one.
I love him.
I guess.
I truely do.
But I really like them.
They don't know it.
But I do.
I want to be with him all the rest of my life.
I love him and I know he loves me.
But I have this odd feelings sometimes.
I guess he could possibly be the one.
I love him.
I guess.
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Death
Death...
What is it?
Is it something we long to know more about.
What is after this thing we call life.
What is this thing called death.
What is it for?
What does it do for us?
Is it the love that we don't have anymore?
Who knows.
What is it?
Is it something we long to know more about.
What is after this thing we call life.
What is this thing called death.
What is it for?
What does it do for us?
Is it the love that we don't have anymore?
Who knows.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by AquaKaulitz (Rhea)