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amy-mccudden
American I'm 19, my life is still unfolding, therefore no biography is necessary.
Deceitful lies, unrequainted cries Sing sweet lullabies Torched these chains Yet, still they kept her bound Freedom at a glance beyond the shutters A picture much less hopeful to others. Blistering sun amidst the icy slick trees. Only fantasies. A blissful dream, ignorant of reality A world of escape, a risk she's willing to take. One step closer, a rigid drop A big bang, "POP" Her bubble bursts She comes back down Those **** chains, She's bound.
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Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
Prisoner Stripes
A touch so familiar for a thousand or so years drifts away slowly...and abruptly disappears. Waves crashing dully and precious pearls just waste the bottom dwellers have a taste. Disguised as a hero, he dressed highly as a prince left alone to discover, yet again, she was amiss. Her eyes led astray in a rosy tinted way her heart followed loyally, what else was there to say? Flowers lined the path, daisies, roses, and tulips each faded and couldn't last, that princess didn't get the hint. Blindly she continued down that growing starker road that prince was returning to a toad. Longer she walked not realizing she was alone her head held high like a candle in a cone. She followed crooked trees and dried up yesterdaisies no one really knew what became of princess Lynn Phasey She traveled days, weeks, and months searching for something, she couldn't say just what. A heart through hell and a dreary twisted forest beating to swell for a promise once more, yes.
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 6:32 AM UTC
Minor Fairytale Flaw
The nest is cold and empty now a spindly nuance of life cut out Tissue and cells threaded as a spider's web disintegrate down the elastic tunnel of life. Second thoughts reap fear from a tiny seed. Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea. A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine Baby, it just wasn't your time.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
Abort Mission
Pondering floats easily on choppy waters Hope also floats, yet is seldomly seen It's dragged down by the ships with heavy anchors.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
Hope
She sits on the bed as the world passes by time flies on, but she sits still alone on this bed people float in and out none seem to stay numb isolation blankly staring, people blurring world still turning no one's there more than she can bear same old story, bleak and boring she can't hold them near. for fear of what they will hear pride and anger etch this picture she keeps herself on the bed nothing more to be said.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:01 PM UTC
"Damsel In Distress?"
The car seems too loud to stand without music, words, or whir of the engine. Absence A loaded void of noise, echoes our meeting. Dragged out answers in one word sputters speech slowly grows. A flower yearning for sun. Her dearest hears what has been longed for, her sweet voice, a daisy transformed. Blooming, the speech continues on babbling like a young brook in spring open and free, too soon shut down. Confusion to the birds and bees... ravens and wasps. Clouds grow heavy with sorrow, the daisy disintegrates under their tears quietly she sits back. Crimson leaflets tightly pursed and locked; silken petals like stone her silence stronger than words.
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
Silken Petals Like Stone
Densely fogged under caked make-up from yesterday's tears fakely disguised beneath the crowd of masochists and nonbelievers Hearts plead and bleed as one based upon no one at all seething fear pounded through fists of rage anguish of lost hopes and lost causes Where do I go for whom do I show should I grieve for a land that is no more than make believe? Despairing and looking for cheap cigarettes they gather on their gravelly haven spurning the world and hating what it's become nothing but **** and *** Those who came before us naive double standards fearing our new status the putrid stench of change clings to our chains burdened by the nonbelievers Where do I go for whom do I show should I make believe in the world we grieve
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
C.B.P.M.
The train blows its horn while the wheels clunk and churn; my soul aches and my heart burns. Punk rock girl, why are you crying? you look as though you're slowly dying. You're hair is so greased seems as though your heart's newly on lease. ...The night was long and explanations drawn but he promised to still be here when night gave way to dawn. He kept his word, as i heard the morning birds. I laid my head upon his chest both in need of meaningful rest... Punk rock girl, I see a glimmer in your eyes you seem a little shocked and surprised. He would never leave you, hit the pavement and cease you. The love is deeper. No matter the times you must say good bye, there will always be a "hi" The train blows its horn while the wheels clank through my soul smiles and my heart soothes.
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
Here and Back
Leave me alone, I'm lonely the sun won't come out today too much is loudly changing but keeping me the same Leaves are falling I'm still crawling aching for something to remain to take a piece of you to keep to stay Leave me alone, I'm lonely I don't want to play. push me back into memories take me back in the day I want to feel safe again warm in your arms carry me to bed say what you've always said kiss me on the head good night sweetie now go to bed
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:10 AM UTC
Leave Me Alone, I'm Lonely
Beneath the fiery lit town, a small girl glows burning embers making a show. Truth bleeds from her limbs, deep from her soul seeking to win His heart of course, bound with a lock but she has the key to make it all stop. They fit, clearly, despite the hopeless hub can this really be love? Stars raining to the soft earthen scene dripping from smoldering lamps, their gaslit kerosene. His eyes full of spectre and awe hers swelled with hope in what she saw. karmic-ly enchanted lovers from the start, forever entangled with the vines pumping through their hearts.
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Divinely Plotted