Unnamed Weirdo

Unnamed Weirdo Poems

I think I will give this a try; a go
but what to rhyme, I don't know
What may come out is a product
of nonsense like blah and smuck
...

friendship comes and friendship goes
like the washing away of sand by the sea
like the strong wind blows
and the way birds fly and flea
...

3.

Anger, hate and greed consumes this world
A pointless plight for something more
the reasons for this constant conflict are untold
politicians only wish to play and settles the score
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Walking away seemed so hard before
no turning around, not anymore
what has been done is over and fin
i was wrong about everything
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As time slipped by and gone, all compassion went away
replaced by anger, hate, disappointment and dismay
It was fine for a while, till the real truth began to dawn on me
Your reasons weren't evil, you aren't who i thought you to be
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All feeling has drained, all emotions have been suppressed
All the hate, anger, and pain drifted away, unexpressed
Numbness has taken over, the mind has lost complete control
It just sees what it wishes to see, it's no lookout, no patrol
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Withering trees that are soon to grow old and die
raindrops that have wept too long and have become dry
and the eerie voices that have yelled for far too long
and feelings that have succumbed and become unstrung
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I waited, waited for quite some time, till you got ready to go.
You stole my heart and walked away. All the while, you knew, you know
I hoped that you would come back and say that you felt the same
I waited, waited for quite some time, till this would stop, this game.
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If only words were just enough to let out all thoughts
If only the English language held more for me to express
But the mind has been infested, gone cold and all numb
The dull mind has passed perplexities, and it’s becoming dumb
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The window is wet with dew and tears
the leaves have fallen down and died
the wind is malicious, cruel and mean
I ask myself, where are all those fears
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11.

Looking back, of where we use to be
And all the things you did to me
Where are we now? Where did it go?
Moving ahead, I'm trying to see
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A thumping sound echoes in my ear
With each second passed, I can hear
It's over and done
it's nil and none
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13.

I want to move, run and dance
Fly away, flutter far, and prance
The desire is burning deep within
Thoughts zipping like an evil sin
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Looking back, of where we use to be
And all the things you did to me
Where are we now? Where did it go?
Moving ahead, I'm trying to see
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She would gladly with all her heart, if only she could
Can't deny this feeling, though I know she should
She's lost far away, deep somewhere I can't find
Already forgotten the harsh reality of the world left behind
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16.

The world is moving on through

Like everything’s the same
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In the cold cruel darkness
In a world thought so careless
Here lies, broken down
Apathy with a halo crown
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Like lovely daffodils, swaying in the breeze
Upon hindrance, playing on the surface water
with droplets of pure water, they sneeze
and dance about with glee and tater
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19.

When things go wrong, and horribly bad
And all light and hope vanquishes from sight
and all the worries of mice and men
come flooding back in a rush again
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20.

It's a prison, it has bound me, it has rooted me to the ground
I try to wriggle away, to run away, forget everything around
But it's grip is hard so I cant be let loose, it has held me down
so I rock on the cold rough surface, lulling a sleep, lips turned frown
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Unnamed Weirdo Biography

'Writing is a socially accepted form of schizophrenia.' In the simple words of Edward Cullen, writing - for the most part, is 'my type of heroin.' It's like a journey, an epic journey to a world that cannot be comprehensible but that through the imagination of a passionate dreamer. Haha, ok...enough of the quirky banter of a half delusional girl. I've never been very good with self profiling, but I guess that I'll try my best. Ten things about me: (more or less I guess you can make that assumption._ 1. I'm pretty twisted, so most of my written works have dark themes. I like to reflect reality and try my best to make my characters more human-like. I don't like self-righteous do-good-ers who are made from 100% pure goodness. No one is like that in real life. But that's just me. (Except Spongebob. I love him. See no.6) 2. Art is my sinful addiction. All kinds really. I especially enjoy sketching and drawing. I'm also into non conventional crafts...like I sometimes like to stitch my own clothes. :) 3. I love chocolate. It's my greatest weakness. 4. I am a non-professional writer, still studying in college. I do hope to get my work published soon. When I was younger (14) , I did write a book...but it sucked by my standards. I'm currently working on another one. 5. I'm a geeky nerd.8) 6. I LOVE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! 7. Anime is my favourite kind of cartoon. A few I love include, Fullmetal Alchemist, DeathNote, FairyTail, Avatar the Last Airbender (It's not Anime, but I'm listing it anyways.) DRAGONBALL! (and Z) , Kekkaishi (Just started) , Naruto & Shippuden, and etc. 8. I'm a sucker for video games and unnecessary tech gadgets. 9. I'm into cars, arts, computer media, animation, sci-fi, linguistics, english, dangerous stuff, and wasting time. Last but not the least. (Definitely not the least!) 10. I am a girl. I'm a somewhat normal, quirky, emo-ish, twisted 20 yr old girl. I'm not a guy.)

The Best Poem Of Unnamed Weirdo

Homework Hell

I think I will give this a try; a go
but what to rhyme, I don't know
What may come out is a product
of nonsense like blah and smuck
Boredom is terrible and irritating, I agree
But thats not what has consumed me
I have lots to do, so little time
where procrastination is a crime
But I'm on a time out, a pause, a break
by the load of homework I, myself make
This wall, this game seemed so tempting
because i need to stop contemplating
about numbers, trigo, and other situations
and DNA and RNA are such huge complications
I still don't get the neurons and transcription
only in languages did I hear of translation
Bonjour monsieur Comment allez vous
seems pretty easy enough, it's not true
its never said the way its written
the letters are broke and bitten
Economics is for the money minded
to measure and think of the blinded
Supply, demand, is pretty easy i know
but not so much, equilibrium, costs, and revenue
Chemistry is not so difficult but its not the best
get me talking about moles, I will forget the rest
Tick tock...the clock is moving too fast
My time has run out, but this rhyme wont be my last
I say cia, adieu and goodbye
I daresay, this was a good try!

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