| This is my baby Spice |


Love is a LieNothing is here within my heart Love came and went.... And I wonder, when will cross my path? Do I even want it here? Last time it unleashed havoc Resulting in broken friendships Broken hearts And when it comes by again Will it make things better? Heal my scars, make them disappear Let me feel no more pain Should I ever trust love again? Come to think of it... Love is just a joke to me A mere laugh I give Every time I hear "I love you" It means nothing, because someday You will love someone else So far all I believe is... Love isLove is a Lie


I ProcrastinateOm Nom Nom Nom...I Procrastinate
So here I am Sippin' on some good ol' Monster energy drink Looking at some cool deviations Watching funny youtube videos
Avoiding my summer AP homework
What a procrastinator


Losing MeI'm slowly losing me The person who I was before Depressed, feeling unloved Dealing with the screaming The hate between my family Cries, anger, regrets Cops taking him away for a night Couldn't take the painLosing Me
Slitting the wrists to ease it Slowly suffering made me lose it Began to go slightly insane A resentful person I became Hating the world around me Craving to finally be set free Caged in this house of terror Until finally everything settled No more talk of divorcing each other Happiness just floated into our lives Yet this sadness
| Born in Floral Park Moved to Antioch Grew up to be a total dork Who does not eat pork A major procrastinator And now a senior Poetry is what I write And I secretly rap my rhymes I am Mishaal. Also known as: Mishikid, Mishi, Mishka, Mika, Mariposa, Mishimushimash, Kishmish, Mishu, Mimi, etc. I want to be a doctor. I love: Foreign Music, Bollywood Movies, Karate, Photography, Writing, Drawing, Juggling, House(TV), CSI:NY(TV), my guinea pig Spice and blah blah etc. |
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you know how hard it can be to keep
believing in me when everything and
everyone becomes my enemy...
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Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the others are handicapped.
Poetry is the aftershock of my personal experiences,
For what I write is always a result of something stupid that I've done.
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There is no evil, only choices.
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Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the others are handicapped.
Poetry is the aftershock of my personal experiences,
For what I write is always a result of something stupid that I've done.
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Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the others are handicapped.
Poetry is the aftershock of my personal experiences,
For what I write is always a result of something stupid that I've done.
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Deviants against Terrorism
If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.
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Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the others are handicapped.
Poetry is the aftershock of my personal experiences,
For what I write is always a result of something stupid that I've done.
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Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the others are handicapped.
Poetry is the aftershock of my personal experiences,
For what I write is always a result of something stupid that I've done.
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