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He blew a ***** kiss.He blew a kiss. / A filthy, nasty, / leaves your skin crawling,
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Apr 15, 2011
Swallows me Whole.There is a place I go, / that swallows me whole, / when I allow my eyes to rest.
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Feb 26, 2011
UntitledMy mind is sometimes a dark, / twisted place to be. / With monsters that make the human race
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Feb 13, 2011
cycle.Youth. / It is pretty, naive, and innocent. / Death.
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Feb 8, 2011
Spill.Be careful! / they may spill! / And ruin your nicely shined dress shoes.
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Feb 3, 2011
Sweet, but scared.The way sunshine looks good on you, / the way words escape your mouth, even if it's just a few, / The way you touch me,
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Feb 3, 2011
At the End of itI am the only one left. / I am the only one left, at the end of the fight. / Past your drunken Friday night.
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Feb 2, 2011
Washed away.When it rains, I can be found outside, in the mist of Nature’s free-flowing tears. With each clear, and magnifying droplet that travels across my chilled skin, I let go of a guilt. I take a deep refrigerated inhale, then, I shut my eyelids, and let out a much needed exhale. An exhale that releases the toxins that the World shoves into my body, through my pores. With each gust of wind that knocks my body against an invisible force field, I become new again. I become enlightened. With each crack of thunder that bellows within my eardrums, I let go of all the negative things, all the things anyone has ever done, or said to me. With each flash of blinding lightening, I let go of a horrible image. One that once suppressed my thoughts. The rain washes away the cocoon of dirt I am forced to roll around in, which then allows me to spin another, gleaming web of hope and happiness. / If only it took one shower to become clean, and rinse away all the dirt.
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Feb 2, 2011
I look into the MirrorI look within the mirror, / and I see myself, / I see dullness,
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Feb 2, 2011
Waves of Reality reaching out to still me.Swaying back and forth. Carrying my mind in vast directions. It is getting hard to stay with the current. The water tugging at every corner and crevice of my state of being. I can feel my muscles tiring, along with my cerebellum. I yell into the void and empty sea air, “LET ME GO. LET ME GO. I can make up my own mind! I am my own person!” But I am the only creature floating in this ocean of debate and discrepancy, so, not a soul can hear my helpless cries of dull agony. All I have left to do is wade, and wait. So I am waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Still waiting. / Soon waiting overwrites wading as my body gives up, and so I begin to go limp. / Now I am limp. Limp. Limp. Almost lifeless.
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Feb 1, 2011
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