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claire-gleeson
I love the poetrys, the plays, and the musics. I'm different, always have been. But it some ways, these ways, maybe not so much....
Dangling hands, smash, and crash with furious intention, a bond growing, denial showing, what a great team we play together....could I confess it? Never. A nurtured hatred peaking, instinct leaning for a kiss, without a thought...oh **** So wrong, but so right, everything about us screams NO....and go, all at once. But wait, says my mind, let's get this straight this time. We both love another, you and me, you mother fucker....you and I, we could have had a cry, and might have been alright. But instead we sit, un lit, two bulbs without a socket, drenched in self loathing, and moaning how nothings changed at all. Not nothing, something, and if not everything, at least one thing. We're not alone, you and I, and theres no need to bone because hey, we're mates, and even though we don't date, I've got you, and you've got me. Who would want a friendship that seems that free? I don't know. Maybe, me.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
Us
A glass,                                  half full, Is not a glass,                        at all, Without,                                the rest, It will smash,                        and fall.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Kindred
O' retched creature, Un hand me from thy grasp! I must be free, And then you'll find, I'm worth being kept alive.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Plagued
If I scream under water, Can no one hear me? Because They Can Not Know.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Silenced