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 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
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i've been wondering if i should write a diary
but is it worth it?
Patience

I’m losing my patience
Time is going too slow.
Day after day I’m left in suspense
of when I will finally be six feet below.
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
nivek
chopper on the wind-
man made flying machine

in another land another place-
gunship war -machine

spitting fire
announcing death

remote control
taxes paid
It's sad how the things go like this today ..
I've thought about it hundered times ..
The words that should be said ..
Before reaching this pointless point ..
Time won't always heal your pain ..
Sometimes , the pain will always haunt you ..
Listen to my unspoken words ..
Hear my unheared scream ..
Stare at my eyes and you'll find the answer ..
It's sad how the things go like this today ..
This pain inside your chest , i feel it ..
This pain that lead you to carziness ..
This craziness that i can handle ..
It's me , It's your home where you're always safe ..
I will be there away and you'll replace me hundered times ..
Until you realise that no one can handle you but me ..
Not because you're hard to handle but because it's me , it's your home where you're always safe ..
I will be there away and you'll comeback ..
Until then , i will be in another place where i didn't use to be in ..

I will be

In the corner of your eyes

And you'll always look at me

*stealthily
It’s time for a rhyme
I hear you chime.
It’s time to hit the beat.

We’re ready to dance
Without a glance,
Pick up those Tyger feet.

Those drums do thump,
Dancers grind and bump,
The party’s in full sway.

Don’t feel like strolling,
Just want to be rollin’
In the scattered hay.

Them guitars are twanging
I’m really panging
To twirl you round and round.

Some like to fight;
I’d rather dance all night
To that raucous rebel sound.

Let’s go.
Listened to some Oasis, then Chuck Berry, and the latter got me rockin'
I want to write something worth reading
But my eyelids are heavy
And my hands aren't steady
And anything worth writing
Will still be written
I'm just very very tired
There is no subject for which I can even whisper
Without your anger spilling out in a shout about any thing
You have no self control, you seeth- over a ******* remote control
Ordering a pizza is enough to make you very angry
No single thing brings you joy that I can tell
And I have been looking for a dozen years
All I get is anger so I hide, i hide
I cannot sit in the rocking chair or it will squeek and **** you off
So I hide, i hide.
Unable to simply sit in a chair in your presence..I hide
I breath- You **** on my sighs and ask why I breath
so I must HIDE..I hide
I cannot sit, breath, talk...why>?<
This is not life, this is all a lie
I cannot be me around you
your too angry
I stay alive
because I hide..I HIDE
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