| I like it cause it's not so detailed as I usaully am. It gives you more to think about. |
| I like it cause it's not so detailed as I usaully am. It gives you more to think about. |


HeadachesHeadachesHeadaches
My head hurts pounding like my beaten bleeding heart as if I had one


I love you too"Why can't you listen?" You whispered shaking.I love you too
I asked if you were cold. But you didn't understand the question.
"You twist every word I say." You almost shouted this time.
I said they didn't need twisting. You laughed but it was empty.
"Why don't you just say okay." You shook your head again.
I wished it would fall off. But only for a second.
"Say it". Your voice cracks.
I said it sofly. But you couldn't hear me.


SicknessSicknessSickness
Words twisted. In your troubled mind.
Can't smile. Your hate is blind.
But then again so is your love and aren't they the same.
I love you is now a curse. Hate is our hearse. And you are the coffin preist and
procession.
You are the sickness and the funeral.


A Liers SongA Liers SongA Liers Song
The silence sings a forgotten tune that lurks beneath
our empty words
and pleasantries. A little voice
that can not speak yet says more, so much more then you ever will. For there are
too many lies and fake smiles lined with
bleached white teeth. So much weight on our shoulders. The weight of reality.
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The Meaning of LifeIt's funny. Even as the plane dive bombs, we all follow orders. Our seats remain locked and upright, and there are no screams. At least, there aren't any louder than the air's searing in two. It isn't a matter of whether. It's a matter of when.The Meaning of Life
We all know we're already dead.
My stomach is used to the aching butterflies. I've never enjoyed the feeling, but my father forced me onto roller coasters as a child, promising me that if I did not go, I'd be grounded. Some dad, right? It seemed like a stupid reason to be punished, though I knew that deep down, he really just wanted to be a kid. He just wanted to have fun wit
| Well i suppose there isn't much to say about myself. I love art but I am a huge fan of any form of writing or music. Music is my anti-drug so to say and you can often find me typing up a peom or story in my room with my headphones glued to my ears! I also like to draw but i kinda fail in that area or as my artist friend says my attempets are "epic fails". So for now I will stick to writing so not to toture any more poor unfortunate souls with my painfully bad drawings. This sounds boring I know but I can't think of what to say!! I guess physcal trait wise I am run into walls clutzy and more of an indoor type. My personality is very random I am very serious about schooling but in gernal I am sort of a spaz yet shy around new people! Ummmmm... also I love sharpies and no I don't sniff them(usaully)!!! That's it I think. Omg I love the song numa numa, which is really weird cause I am more of a rock person. |
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Mr. Foot
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I'll stay by your side
When the sun begins setting
Watching you fade and never forgetting
~Mayfly written by me
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Mr. Foot
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I'll stay by your side
When the sun begins setting
Watching you fade and never forgetting
~Mayfly written by me
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Mr. Foot
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I See Dead People... Oh crap! They're bleeding on the carpet!
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I'll stay by your side
When the sun begins setting
Watching you fade and never forgetting
~Mayfly written by me
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
proud member of of =RawEm0tion, *BleedingHeartsPoetry, ~Critique-Me, =SongofthePoets, and *Writers-Club
icon animation by ~skinnydoodler
icon design by me =]
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I'll stay by your side
When the sun begins setting
Watching you fade and never forgetting
~Mayfly written by me
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