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The girl I knew before with that horrible iron smile,
With those chrome sets on ivory she wore for a long while;
Everyday at school, as a seat mate I'd taunt
This girl with metal stocks -something she'd never flaunt.
Titanium, Chromium, whatever consisted of these things,
Didn't seem to change how she bothered me through her irate mood swings
She never ran out of ways for her to torment and mess with me
The feeling was mutual; I'd constantly make fun of her as well almost endlessly.
But now, what a woman she is now, and what a woman she is indeed,
With those white sets made of chiclets as she'd smile and as she'd feed;
At some point in her life, I presume, she had never smiled with such grace
Until that day came when she finally ripped those metal braces off of her face.
With those chrome sets on ivory she wore for a long while;
Everyday at school, as a seat mate I'd taunt
This girl with metal stocks -something she'd never flaunt.
Titanium, Chromium, whatever consisted of these things,
Didn't seem to change how she bothered me through her irate mood swings
She never ran out of ways for her to torment and mess with me
The feeling was mutual; I'd constantly make fun of her as well almost endlessly.
But now, what a woman she is now, and what a woman she is indeed,
With those white sets made of chiclets as she'd smile and as she'd feed;
At some point in her life, I presume, she had never smiled with such grace
Until that day came when she finally ripped those metal braces off of her face.
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To him, I am an experiment.
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Together we made up the monsters under our beds.
"Then there's the dreaded snacklework, it has goat horns
and a huge, cavernous chest. Whenever it breathes it makes
a crackling from deep within its lungs, like fireworks."
'Under the bed, past the ratty old blanket,
lives a horrible monster with a human face but the body of a bat
it feeds on the dust bunnies and the harpies and it flies out the
bedroom window at night, and it drags the moon across the sky'
"There's the Leviathan snake hiding amidst our old box of bricks
it cannot be seen without a glass lens. It worms its way from
the toybox and onto y
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nerd in love
dear you,
pi will end when i stop loving you
and its an absolute truth that
the wideness of my smile
is dependent on the variable of yours
i would send you every
rosa chinensis i could find
each red petal per flower -
perfection to remind
you of all the beauty in the world
like Frodo, im on a quest
and even though i pwn at IQ tests
and am as clever as
the invention of duct tape
i epic fail at the game of love
cupids semi-automatic
has pierced my cardiac organ
and logically, i should be dead
but i have infinite lives here,
and i want to be with you instead
we would be an e1337 pair
and i less
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Machine
All's fair in war [and] love
But [I've] fought for both.
Your [spent] cartridges scatter,
[all] for nothing.
Is [this] what lies look like?
[Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.)
If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.
[Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears,
something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger.
You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained.
I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning,
staring [at] me. You still want everything.
[All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.
[Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises.
[You're] splintering my heart like a
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A poem dedicated to a friend of mine a few years back who used to wear these ridiculously large set of orthodontic braces whenever she goes to school, which was somehow a con since she was really attractive and pretty. I then stumbled upon her facebook account by accident just for the last few months through another old friend of mine, and was I surprised to see photos of her smile without those braces.
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Oh yeah, since I'm passing this to groups:
Is the fluidity given by the poem fluid enough? Are there any grammatical errors in it?
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Oh yeah, since I'm passing this to groups:
Is the fluidity given by the poem fluid enough? Are there any grammatical errors in it?
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It took some patience, but I eventually worked out what this poem was about (before the last stanza, mind you). Personally I thought the poem was relatively smooth though the last line in the second stanza made my mind stumble a bit. The "as well" seems unnecessary to me, but I'm no expert on poetry.
All the same, it was a fun read and I'm glad you shared it with #WriterSecretSanta even if it took me forever to read it
All the same, it was a fun read and I'm glad you shared it with #WriterSecretSanta even if it took me forever to read it