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retend' poetry...although i think life in general is a basic symmetry of some kind of poetry...i hate thinking i've lost it and now i'd have to write some really bad poetry just to get back to my old really bad poetry...who can stand to look outside themselves for very long?Newest
here goesi let myselfhere goes
become the very vision you can see yourself with no it's not pretty but "i do" so it's something you'll convince
yourself to live with
you think you can
just do however you please while i yell with a silent voice to all your 'supposed' misdoings
we don't live as i have been taught we should and the difference used to thrill me i thought we could better than all the couples that were just "good"
but it's closing in on me, this marriage that will be happening w
by ~amourous
highschooli remember riding aroundhighschool
in your 1974 van that we spray-painted one night as a form of art it was army green with flames and stars
i felt like an adult
(i was only 16--how presumtious) you were an adult (22--but you didn't want to be that old) riding around with you hoping a good song would come onto the radio as we drove around smoking cigarettes
you bought captain morgan and we drank in secret i learned how to hide it from
my mom when i got too drunk
sometimes i feel bad
by ~amourous
she saysi met a girl who looked more like a skeleton than 23she says
and she
hides in her
waist-length dark hair when she speaks as though not to make such a loud noise
but she doesn't have to silent now
she left
because i heard that she tiptoed around but still ended up black and blue and ashamed
she says that nothing is going to stop her anymore
not the threats or the blue pick-up truck that follows her everyday
but he says that
by ~amourous
betteri think your parents like me better and i wrote about it before all my poemsbetter
put
me in shame and i wonder what i'm writing for?
but it's usually easy, someone likes me better, than my own mother choosing her least
worst
option
this is not a political
running i am her daughter
and yet, i am the only one to succed this makes me
her worst enemy
she always wanted to me do better than she did for us and obvisously, it's become more of a disappointment t
by ~amourous
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That She Might RememberClose your eyes and count to three. Not right now, obviously, but as soon as you finish reading this close your eyes and slowly count to three. Now, when I say “slowly”, I don’t mean a little slower than you naturally would, I mean slowly. s l o w l y. Painfully, hopelessly, regretfully slow. Count so slowly that when you finally get to three you’ve forgotten why you were counting in the first place. Oh, and don’t worry, you’ll find out what the counting is for soon. Eventually. Whenever I decide to tell you. For now, just know that when you finishThat She Might Remember
by ~mrmcpheezy
Love Poem..Love Poem
last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
by ~WhoKilledKirov
Love me like maybelast night I was a god although you don\'t rememberLove me like maybe
I murmured the secrets of love to your sunburnt slowly quivering ear but you said to instead breathe you liquid spanish
inadvertently I lied to you, but I am not even sure about that. either way, my darling,
I won\'t apologize.
you love your mother like yes you love your god like no and I pray that you love me like maybe
but xaipe means rejoice, so last night while I was a god (and perhaps a mother) I showed you how.
by ~darkenedserenity
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- Current Residence: iowa, usa
- Interests: music, art history, poetry, singing
- Favourite band or musician: ani difranco, MSI, a perfect circle, funeral oration
- Favourite genre of music: i love all kinds of music...
- Favourite artist: barbara kruger/jenny holzer/man ray
- Favourite poet or writer: richard brautigan/ sylvia plath/e.e. cummings
- Favourite cartoon character: ATHF
- Personal Quote: "i've lived a better life out of impulse than anticipation"
- Tools of the Trade: my notebook and my heart
- Email: skagirl3369@hotmail.com
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:I am forever torn between what could be and what is:
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" and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not going to stop me from having fun"--ani difranco
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" and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not going to stop me from having fun"--ani difranco
Yeah, 187...those were the days, I wonder what he's upto now...in a way I think I'm better off not knowing but I'd give anything fo find out, ska_lily
:hugs:
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Fear the man who has nothing to lose, for he who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
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" and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not going to stop me from having fun"--ani difranco
In some ways though I think thats good, we never grew old and he never grew tired of us. Like you say things change. I'm excited for you and your union. Somewhat envious as well though. I wish I could appreciate what I have but I don't think love and I are the best of friends and some day I'm going to have to get used to that.
Change...yeah...caterpillar girls except sometimes I'd like to stay a butterfly for just a little bit longer.
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Fear the man who has nothing to lose, for he who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
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