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We are strong.
We are amazing.
We are beautiful.
And no one can change that.
Who are we?
We are the outcasts.
The freaks.
The ones no one cares about.
Separate, we are powerless.
Powerless to anything they want to do.
But together, we are strong.
Stronger than the largest army.
Stronger than a crashing wave.
Faster than a hurricane.
More agile than the wind.
And smarter than... them.
Together, we are strong.
That's why they cast us aside,
To keep us from eacother.
But when we reach another...
We explode with power.
Minds joining together.
Breaking the walls set up
By those who keep us apart.
When we finally find eachother,
And lock eyes with another...
We feel that spark of power.
We find that strength.
And when we release it...
Everyone around stares...
Staring at immense power,
Drawn out by those they cast away.
The ones they found...
WEAK.
We are amazing.
We are beautiful.
And no one can change that.
Who are we?
We are the outcasts.
The freaks.
The ones no one cares about.
Separate, we are powerless.
Powerless to anything they want to do.
But together, we are strong.
Stronger than the largest army.
Stronger than a crashing wave.
Faster than a hurricane.
More agile than the wind.
And smarter than... them.
Together, we are strong.
That's why they cast us aside,
To keep us from eacother.
But when we reach another...
We explode with power.
Minds joining together.
Breaking the walls set up
By those who keep us apart.
When we finally find eachother,
And lock eyes with another...
We feel that spark of power.
We find that strength.
And when we release it...
Everyone around stares...
Staring at immense power,
Drawn out by those they cast away.
The ones they found...
WEAK.
Literature
My Mind...
Let's draw a picture,
With a beautiful twist.
It starts on my thigh,
And ends on my wrist.
My eyes give me away,
Though there's a smile on my lips.
I want my bones to protrude,
Especially on my hips.
It's an everyday battle,
Until finally you disappear,
Because you screamed your lungs out,
But nobody wanted to hear.
Cry yourself to sleep,
Another sleepless night,
Trapped in my own fucking mind.
I've been told that dreams,
Can come true.
But they forgot to mention,
That nightmares are dreams too.
So when will I wake up from mine,
Because I'm in a race against time.
Literature
Ignore Advice
Write ten bad poems.
Write one hundred
bad poems.
Write profoundly.
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
writing.
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
Ignore advice,
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
-make indents,
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
Then delete,
and tell yourself that again.
Literature
Like Breathing
Your Kiss..
One is just not enough
For it puts me in a rare bliss
Going without it, is just so rough
For every time I see you
I just want to kiss you, its just so hard to resist
Because its all I want to do
For that one time we had kissed...
Was like a drug, so addicting
But also like breathing so natural
Why is it so contradicting
I just hope these feelings are mutual
For all I want now is your kiss
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All of us... the outcasts, the freaks, the nerds, the geeks... They call us weak. They call us useless. They toss us aside like garbage.
They're wrong. All of us, if we band together, are stronger than anything they could imagine. And that's why they separate us. Keep us apart with harsh language and blunt objects.
But when we finally meet... All hell's gonna break loose. They're going to regret what they did.
They're wrong. All of us, if we band together, are stronger than anything they could imagine. And that's why they separate us. Keep us apart with harsh language and blunt objects.
But when we finally meet... All hell's gonna break loose. They're going to regret what they did.
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By definition, I'm an outcast (extremely nerdy, hates conforming, weird in plenty of different ways)... but people seem to like me well enough and they stopped bullying me by the time I hit grade eight, so... ._.
BUT POWER TO THE OUTCASTS! HUZZAAAH!
BUT POWER TO THE OUTCASTS! HUZZAAAH!