Submissions by Kanzi (Kanzii)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
-- Some Call Me Crazy
Some watch from afar,
And try to figure me out,
A dyke, a whore, a weird girl who is torn?
Some try to label me,
Find where I belong,
Well let me tell you something, you have got it all wrong.
Some call me crazy, some call me sane,
But what you don't see,
Is in the end, it's the same.
I'm another teenage girl,
Being judged by her peers,
And yet I still stand here, been strong for 17 years.
Some watch from afar,
And try to figure me out,
A lesbian, a nerd, a freaking retard?
Some try to label me,
Find...
And try to figure me out,
A dyke, a whore, a weird girl who is torn?
Some try to label me,
Find where I belong,
Well let me tell you something, you have got it all wrong.
Some call me crazy, some call me sane,
But what you don't see,
Is in the end, it's the same.
I'm another teenage girl,
Being judged by her peers,
And yet I still stand here, been strong for 17 years.
Some watch from afar,
And try to figure me out,
A lesbian, a nerd, a freaking retard?
Some try to label me,
Find...
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If I Never Wrote Again
Pen on paper,
The story unfolds,
A tale hardly written,
For those to behold.
Ink to paper,
The truth comes out,
Though most is fiction,
I still scream and shout.
If I never wrote again,
I'd have lost my best friend,
If I never wrote again,
I'd be dead.
For the voices that surround me,
The sights and sounds and smells,
The life I have left behind,
And the life I choose to survive.
There are scars that tell my story,
But only through this art,
Can I tell you the horror story, ...
The story unfolds,
A tale hardly written,
For those to behold.
Ink to paper,
The truth comes out,
Though most is fiction,
I still scream and shout.
If I never wrote again,
I'd have lost my best friend,
If I never wrote again,
I'd be dead.
For the voices that surround me,
The sights and sounds and smells,
The life I have left behind,
And the life I choose to survive.
There are scars that tell my story,
But only through this art,
Can I tell you the horror story, ...
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To Write Love On Her Arms
The scars tell the story,
That the heart can't tell,
The scars show the sorrow,
As her spirits fell.
To write love on her arm,
She showed a little faith,
That sometimes life gets better,
Sometimes it can be great.
The scars on her wrists,
Prove she has seen more than she should,
The scars on her ankle,
Prove she's done more than she could.
To write love on her arm,
Her promise wore true,
She gave up cutting,
Just for you.
But her scars tell stories,
That her heart...
That the heart can't tell,
The scars show the sorrow,
As her spirits fell.
To write love on her arm,
She showed a little faith,
That sometimes life gets better,
Sometimes it can be great.
The scars on her wrists,
Prove she has seen more than she should,
The scars on her ankle,
Prove she's done more than she could.
To write love on her arm,
Her promise wore true,
She gave up cutting,
Just for you.
But her scars tell stories,
That her heart...
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