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Emily Pascale Poem
Walking forward but still in the same place.
Moving quickly but still stuck in a small space.
Success seems so close but something I never taste.
Time continues but all efforts go to waste.
Reaching for goals in this strenuous race.
Going on hopelessly in this never ending chase.
Moving faster trying desperately to pick up the pace.
The monotony of struggle slapping me in the face.
Thinking of my future but all I see is a lost case.
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When I start to write,
I scribble what's on my mind.
Sometimes I have no idea what my pen puts on paper,
But in the end it all comes together.
I can be paying attention in class,
But when a rhyme pops in my head, school work comes last.
Right now, writing is something I love to do.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll fall in love with something new.
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Emily Pascale Poem
Fat
Young, fun, and sixteen.
All the boys droolin over me.
walking gracefully down the hall.
in my heels walking tall.
Rockin belly shirts
and sexy mini skirts.
Always showin skin
Happy and barbie thin.
1 year gone by, gained some weight
but still feelin okay.
Another year and 10 lbs more.
But still cute no matter what I wore.
highschool graduation passes.
over my belt my belly surpasses.
Four years later
My mirror, I hate her.
200 lbs now
lookin like a fat cow.
gained so much weight
too depressed to even date.
buy diet pills
run tread mills.
20lbs less
but I still look a mess.
Tired of shopping at the plus size store.
Pass a hot guy and know I’m not what he’s looking for.
Start hanging out at the bar where the cute guys are.
too scared to talk, just look and smile from afar.
start running around the block
doing crunches, lunges, and what not.
Wow another 20lbs gone
I feel new confidence start to spawn.
“Damn, I need a sexy girl like you”
Guy’s comments making me feel brand new.
10 more pounds off the scale.
Got guys chasing my tail.
It’s not over and I know I’m still not done,
But the hardest battle against myself has already been won.
-Emi
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A Good Man Understands.
SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY!
Don’t forget to bring me back a kit-kat today :)
DON’T TALK TO ME, YOU’RE SO ANNOYING!
Pumpkin, where are you going?
EWW! DON’T TOUCH ME, LEAVE ME ALONE!
OMG, look at this new app on my phone!
SEX?! HAHA...YEAH RIGHT!
Babe, please stay and cuddle with me tonight
GO GET THE FREAKING HEAT PAD FOR ME!
Honey, let’s stay in and watch a movie please.
WHO THE HELL IS THAT GIRL POSTING ON YOUR FACEBOOK?!
Sorry baby, I didn’t realize it was just Brooke.
Wearing sweats to your parents’ GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
Sweetie, do these pants make me look fat?
Good morning cutie? Want some breakfast? By the way I love You!
“Done PMSing? THANK GOD! I love you too”.
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At the pancake house,
I’m chewing ice.
For once, quiet as a mouse.
Tylenol, now, that would be nice.
I’m sixteen, young and bad.
Big Brother looks suspiciously.
If he knows, I hope he doesn’t tell Dad.
“My tooth hurts”, I lie viciously.
Big brother looks real sad.
The guilt inside me creeps real fast.
“If I tell you a secret, promise not to get mad?”
Already regretting what I just asked.
Big brother laughs real loud.
“I’ve done something you told me not to do”
I stick out my tongue and prepare for his shout.
He whispers “I’m very disappointed in you”
“You didn’t listen and now you’re in pain.
Can’t you hear? What’s wrong with your brain?
That’s why you chew ice, which you've never done.
You disobeyed me and pierced your tongue”.
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Emily Pascale Poem
Today is my lazy day.
I woke up an hour late.
Didn’t even bother to rush.
Got ready, got dressed.
Went to work, and did what I do.
Left work and went to class.
Took a nap right in front of my professor.
Not a care on my mind.
Just sleep.
Chugged my latte
Hoping for energy.
At the library, I slouch in my seat.
Waiting for the caffeine to kick.
Knowing I have so much to do,
I relax and browse my Facebook.
10 papers to write
5 web pages to design
But I won’t do it.
Today is my lazy day.
And I’m satisfied.
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Why don’t you like to work for me?
I’m kind and gentle, not harsh or mean.
I need your help so I can stay clean.
But you won’t work for me!
I’ve seen it before, you work for others.
It’s not too much like cleaning gutters.
The task isn’t hard
I’m not catching you off guard.
STILL NOTHING?
You gotta be joking.
I’m waving my hand all over, right in front of your sensor.
Why wont you work u stupid automatic soap dispenser!
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I see your face in my mind all the time.
I picture your kind blue eyes staring back at mine.
I remember your slowly caressing touch.
I crave your tight long hugs.
I long to hear from you.
I wish you felt that way too.
I miss your kiss.
I miss your sweet soft lips.
I dream of your smile.
Even though its only been a little while.
You loved me, left me, and broke me.
You're a monster, a heartless imposter.
So why do I still miss you?
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This infatuation is not right
You hold on and squeeze him so tight.
You claim to love him but you don’t understand.
His attention, something you crave and demand.
You live, think, and breathe for him.
You do everything and anything just to speak to him.
He runs from you and tries to hide.
He’s scared but has too much pride.
Love is selfless
But your “love” is selfish.
Love is not something you hopelessly chase.
True love is something that both parties embrace.
He doesn’t want you
You make him sick, worse than the flu.
Why won’t you get it?
It’s clearly time to forget it.
This is nowhere near love
These feelings you speak of.
You’ve fallen into a deep depression.
This is not love, it’s an unhealthy obsession
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Ugly
Eww! What’s this crap all over my face?
Feeling ugly and like such a disgrace.
Too embarrassed to go outside.
Stay home and my face I hide.
I slap on foundation
but this acne’s formed it’s own nation.
I pop my pimples in desperation.
I’ve caused scars, a hideous creation.
When will this stop? Never?
Maybe I’m stuck like this forever.
“Calm down this stress can’t be good”.
Friends encourage, “you’re still beautiful, Understood?”
Slapping prescriptions and home remedies all over my face.
Relax, this will go away at its own pace.
I stopped crying and patiently I wait.
It’s over, lookin good, I can finally go on my date. :)
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