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In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long.

quote by Poppy Z. Brite
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Smile Lines

Met my match today
Felt the blood rushing and mingling
A curious and enigmatic thing
Spiders in my dreams
Synchronicity weaves like a web
When you were meant to be a meal
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends
Never act my age
You can tell by the lines in my smile
That I have been around for awhile
So, insecurities
Are about as useful as trying
To put the pin back in the grenade
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never stops
This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't coincidence, no
This isn't coincidence
It's no such thing.
This isn't, no
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends

song performed by by Incubus
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I never felt comfortable with myself, because I was never part of the majority. I always felt awkward and shy and on the outside of the momentum of my friends' lives.

quote by Steven Spielberg
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My Greatest Love

I first fell in love when I was young in grade school
With nature whose magic and beauty was all around
Like a butterfly to the flowers I was drawn
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt, the purest I’ve ever found.

In high school, in my mid-teen, I fell in love
With a girl whose beauty could captivate all men
Thoughts of her filled my mind everyday, every night
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was heaven.

This love was intense, and music made it more so even
Love songs and music I search the radio through the nights
‘Till I discovered the classics, the symphonies of Beethoven
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was the ultimate pleasure.

In my late teen, after much reading, thinking; the human mind
The most mysterious, complex thing; I was awed and fell in love
I couldn’t imagine the infiniteness of its wonder and beauty
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt must have come from above.

Soon all this led to my greatest love before I was twenty
Since then for decades, my mind, my thoughts it’s occupied
But where is the joy I must have reaped for loving this Humanity?
Why have I instead been getting pain, sorrow and bitterness?

poem by Leonard Sims
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Bodhisattva Nightmare

i felt the bullet
as your body fell,
the sickening gasp of light

lost in the void...
i felt the empty
of your stomach turning,

as you staggered weakly
down that long dusty road.
i felt the bone crushing pain

as he struck your face,
again and again....
i felt the sickness

of the stench of the alley...
i felt the fear and despair of the cell,
the not knowing when

it was going to come...
i felt the hatred and fear
they tormented you with,

for who you loved,
and the way you lived....
i felt the hopelessness

of the hard ass streets,
the gun in your pocket...
the monkey on your back....

i felt.... and still feel!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Port Arthur High School Reunion

What do you think about your town since youve left and come back ?
Its fantastic! I was across the river from the club last night, I never had more fun in my life! except sometimes in california I have more fun.
Do you plan to come back soon ?
Oh ? er, er, er, I have no immediate plans, ha ha ha!!
Did you entertain in high school, at the high school, when you went back at the high school ?
Only when I walked down the aisles, man. no, I did, no, I was, er, I was a painter, and a sort of a recluse in high school. Ive changed.
What happened ?
I got liberated! I dont know, I just started to sing and singing makes you want to come out because painting, I feel, keeps you inside, you know ? and once you start singing you just sort of wa
O talk to people more and go out more and, you know, your lifestyles becomes more a come-out, flow-out thing instead of a hold-it-and-be-quiet type.
How were you different from your schoolmates when you were a teenager ?
I dont know, why dont you ask them ?
Did they make you different ?
No.
Otherwise were you different in comparison with them, or were you ?
I felt apart from them.
Did you take a part in football games ?
I think not. I didnt go to the high school prom, and er ...
Oh, you were asked, werent you ?
No, I wasnt. I dont think, I dont think they wanted to take me. till Ill be a hundred and sufferin! its enough to make you wanna sing the blues!

song performed by by Janis Joplin
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I definitely felt that I was put at a very high place to be able to be a part of such a wonderful franchise in cinema history, so I was definitely very driven at doing a great job and having my body look the way it should and just being a part of the creative process.

quote by Kristanna Loken
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The Utter Importance Of Eating Cheetos

One day I just woke up
Just knew things were different, as I drank my cup
Of water, it was sweet, it tasted different
I really felt, that something had been sent
My way
Some joy, some kind of peace, no it wasn't those
It wasn't my clothes
It was... sweeter... it was, freedom, yes freedom I say

Today, that day, would include possibly one of the most important
Moments of my entire life
Although my day was rife
With the mundane and the normal, my freedom was heaven-sent
So I did something I didn't think I could ever do
I did something that I never knew
Could ever be so important, so sweet... so free

I opened up the pantry
I found exactly was I was looking for
I poured myself a plate of cheetos... and then some more
But I didn't realize the importance of what was about to happen
The kind of occurrence where you're amazed and just say amen
I reached over to eat a cheeto
But then I thought you know....
I don't want my hands to get dirty
Hmmmm well let's see
I've seen people do a lot of things, like use a bag
Put them in a cup, but then I thought of something totally unique
This idea definitely did pique
My interest and it would get me out of my snag
I decided I would do something I thought I'd never do
Something really weird too
I grabbed a spoon and used that to eat each cheeto
But who could ever know
The utterly significant beauty of this one moment

To me I had for once, done something that made me, me
I did something unique, because I wanted to... finally
I was starting to feel like I had an identity
I had hated myself for so long, anything that made me, me
I refused to see
It was repulsive because it was... it was..., well it was me

But today with sweetness and freedom
I ate my cheetos and it was bomb!
I ate them with a spoon, and now that's part of my identity
I felt like I was me, I'm... I'm me

But I felt one other thing that I also did not expect
In this very deep moment, there was some other feeling I did detect
As I used my spoon and looked behind me
Just to see
If anyone else could see me
I had this very strange feeling besides my freedom and sweetness

I wonder if I could describe it for you hmmmmm
I guess I felt kinda like... I felt kinda like, O that's it!

I felt like a dork

poem by David Knox
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School Is Cruel

I woke up for school
Wanting to swim in my pool.
Thought I felt like a fool,
Because the air was too cool.
But I had to go to school,
Because it was the rule.
But school is so boring that it makes me drool.
I got there and forgot my writing tool.
At recessI had a Yu-Gi-Oh duel.
I won, but cheated, and felt pretty cruel.

poem by Julia Wright
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I Spent Some Time Hunting

I spent some time hunting
And found myself, near a deer
That little wonder, staring back at me
And with its tepid gaze
I held up my rifle
Took aim
About to pull the trigger
I felt that little creature's heartbeat
And became one with it
I felt the otherness of its soul
And putting my rifle down
A tear in my eye
I let that tender little creature
Make its way to freedom
Leaving it to another
To let it lie.

poem by Denis Kucharski
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I never felt very comfortable as a teenager. The older I got, the better I felt and the more comfortable with myself I became. Without music I wouldn't have had a basis in anything. At a very early age it became my mode of expression, and without a mode of expression, you aren't intelligent, because you just can't communicate. Music allowed me to develop what intelligence I have. Without it, I don't think I would have. I found the young years very difficult. I was socially inept. So I don't hark back.

quote by Sting
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Between High School & Old School

Hey hey
Hey hey
I guess I'm a loner and I don't fit in (No...)
I ain't too comfortable in my skin (Oh...)
An' I don't play well with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
Hey hey
Hey hey
Nobody wants me hanging round
Unless it's from a tree in the middle of town
And I'm out of step with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
So I defy maybe all rules maybe no rules
My clothes don't make me
My hair ain't cut right
And I don't care much
No I don't care at all
I guess my brain is out of sync, I think
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide, I just can't decide
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Aw...

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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In My Nightmares

In my nightmares, I am running from the truth.
All is see is myself lonely, and trapped in a dark room.
But what could I really be running from?
I am running from the fact that I don’t have a father.
I grew up not knowing who he was.
Everyday I would wonder if he missed me as much as I missed him.
Sometimes I would cry myself to sleep because I felt so alone.
I know that I will never have the perfect family.
I know that my dad won’t be there to dance with me
At the father daughter dances or even give me away at my wedding.
I cried because I felt like there was something or someone missing.
I already knew that he wasn’t coming back.
But that’s not what hurt the most.
What hurts the most was thinking that I was probably the reason why he left.
People say I shouldn't blame myself.
But if I was so great then why did he leave in the first place?
Why was he never there on any of my birthday’s?
Or when I graduated Elementary School.
How come he won’t be there when I graduate High School or college.
But what is the saddest part is that my nightmares are reality!

poem by Marline Johnson
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Time Stands Still For The Likes Of Me

Time stands still for the likes of me
Other than this moment, time does not exist
There is no past or future beyond this moment
Just this moment in time exists, and nothing more

The passage of time has no effect on me, ill or otherwise
I do no feel it's passing
It's comings and goings are lost on me

I am stuck - lost - in a timeless era

I do not seem to age, neither physically nor mentally
They say it is only 'natural' for my body to look and feel 'young'
It is merely my age that makes me feel this way
That it is only my youthfulness
But why, then, does my mind not age?

I have felt no progression on my part since grade school
I feel as though the past ten years did not exist
Middle school and high school are a blur to me
No real memories or recollection of that time in my past
I have nothing to prove it ever existed, save for the passing of time

Yes, time has stopped for me
My memory is at a standstill
I have a brain freeze that has lasted nearly a decade
I look no older than a 15 year old girl
A high school sophomore
And I carry virtually the same mentality

Time stands still for the likes of me

poem by DiAnne Douglass
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Collide

I felt my heart collapse
On the day that I met him
I felt my heart collapse
It filled up to the rim
I felt my heart collapse
When my eyes traveled 'round
I felt my heart collapse
The one I had found

I felt my heart collapse
When he first touched my skin
I felt my heart collapse
Oh it seemed a lovely sin
I felt my heart collapse
It fell without a sound
I felt my heart collapse
Oh I knew I had found

I felt my heart collapse
When we shared that first kiss
I felt my heart collapse
I thought that I would almost miss
I felt my heart collapse
I was lost in his embrace
I felt my heart collapse
I kept staring at his face

Oh my heart collapsed on that day
Ever since it's been that same way
My love for you has not faded
Ever since the day it escaped

poem by Courtney Beaudry
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God Forgive Me

God forgive me
For I have sin
This thing I did only you can see
My body cold like tin

I felt every moment
Every stroke
Every pain
It felt so good

Forgive me god
For I have sin
I didn't know this is how it would end
Our brown body's blending with sin

God I have lost
I didn't win
Touch and kiss

The beauty of our body's
making love in the heat of sin
The passion all above

This was my first time
The pain mixed and I'm
Lost the spite in my rhyme

poem by Raesheka Antwine
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It was somewhere in July

It was somewhere in July
that I first met you.
and that winters day,
felt like summer to me.

The sun was not too hot,
or cold and set in
a cloudless sky.

Emails and poems turned to reality
and your smile and the hug
that you gave me,
felt as if it was meant to be.

It was the best. and greatest thing
and still although you
are part of me,
you stay new
and first and last on my mind.

poem by Gert Strydom
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It was a very vulnerable time going from being insecure about my body and who I am to becoming comfortable with me. I had to tune out what the hell everybody else had to say about who I was. When I was able to do that, I felt free.

quote by Queen Latifah
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Part Of Life, That is

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!

Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!

A part of life,
That is!

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Made the Decision

Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.

And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.

That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.