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As you may have noticed, as you may of found, When my feet hit the pavement, they make a different sound. Whilst yours go clip and clop, mine seem to slip and slop.
Cross your t's and your heart, Be quiet and don't even start, Children should be seen, not heard, Their behavior is just absurd. Lie in bed and say your prayers, Eat your broccoli and your pears.
I'm tired of living up to your expectations, You've pushed me to my limitations, You want me to act pretty in a dress, I'd rather have a laugh and cause a mess.
Nipped and a tuck Gosh you're in luck You thought she was a yummy mummy Turns out she's quite the contrary Collagen lips Liposuctioned hips All her saggy bits hidden by a surgeons tricks At...
I am Rebekah talluh and I am 16 years of age, I am not a poor persons child my father is the town lord and my mother is his wife.
He was so handsome it was hard to believe that he wasn't an angel. His chest rose and fell as he watched me from his chair across the room. His beautiful blue eyes met mine in the mirror.
You can play out exactly what you want in this arena of chaos. I was dreaming about how I really want to have a fight with my partner because once again I had been let down.
Crumpled pieces of paper containing broken thoughts, We tried our hardest but in the end, That is all we got.
They want a man So I'm taciturn, solid and strong But they want a sensitive to listen to their hurts So I pull on the stillness, the subtle roots of empathy I allow them to grow But they want funny,...
We all froze and all talking ceased. I looked up at the man, who I did not recognize. I was tempted to let go of the basket- our fingers had touched- but any rustle could result in a stern scolding.
I winced slightly as my mother tightly yanked the lace strings on the corset, tying it as tight as she could. "Something wrong, dear?" Mother asked from behind me, lacing the dress back up.
She is not malodorous She is not gargantuan But that's what they call her However tonight .... She is NOT pretty She is NOT beautiful Tonight she will shine because she is as radiant as the sun .
Millie wakes up Maid: Miss Millie, you need your Sunday best today Millie: Oh why. I know father wants me to but mother didn't say to wear it. Maid: Well I insist. Move along.
They think I'm sweet and oh so cute. God it makes me want to puke. I'm a naughty little minx. I'm all about nudge nudge...wink wink. It's all about the fun for me. Be whoever I want to be.
I met my father in the library along with the guests. I made their acquaintance and listened to their tedious conversations of business and foolish gossip.
I walked down the winding stairs from the third floor. I was heading for the kitchen. If I was going toe to toe with the woman who raised me there was no way that I would do it on an empty stomach.
It's the same thing , but with a small 'd', becuase it is what you deduce, when desires are met. Unmanifest desires of inhuman belief set while slowly the fires of your soul are wet.
(a continuation of my previous poem) I wake up in the morning, Paint on my defence, Layer upon layer Of a beautiful pretence. Because everyone knows it's not enough, To leave your face In the buff.
This is an extract from the lessons your parents, teachers or guardians have told you through your life.... Some time , every day. Parents: Never lie, always be honest , honesty is the best policy.
I feel like I'm expected to meet the World's expectations for everything and I just don't. I don't like playing by the rules, but that seems to make me an outcast.