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Gender: Female
Expertise: Poetry, photography,being alone, love, drawing, writing....stuff like that...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
4/10/2005
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| As I walk through the shadow of death,
Feeling as if I were on meth,
I crumple myself into a ball,
Wishing I still had my babydoll,
To hold him tight,
With all my might,
To kiss his tender lips,
Seeming be be somewhat of a ditz,
I would not care,
I would only dare,
To hold his Hand,
With Hard demand,
To stare into the night galore,
And to touch each other with great explore,
To handle like a peice of glass,
With my heart filled up like a mass,
Then realize it were only a dream,
And begin to fall into cream,
Liquidate into the hot of hell,
For noone to ever speak of my name, or tell. | | |
| Mourning in the night,
Wishing someone would hold me tight,
The longing for a gentle touch,
Not like it would ever be too much,
The long walks in the sand,
As if it were a love demand,
Holding hands down the road,
Feeling like a peice of Gold,
The tender kiss on my lips,
Little tugs of gentle nips,
Laying in a comfy bed,
Choking down many meds.
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| My tears they weap,
It makes me want to sleep,
All I ever hear is the yelling,
Makes me want to do another killing,
Im sorry God,
I am such a dog,
Just telling the truth though,
Ok Ill shut up, maybe Ill become another John Doe,
Ill be found on the side of the road,
All crumbled up and unknown,
No one will care,
My empty body, broken soul,
When they do find me,
The Evil, the deed,
It will be over,
I will be covered, never to be missing.
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| Tears run down my face,
on and on they keep going,
as if I were being payed back by hell,
I feel as if I were in a shell,
As I walk through the alley,
I get lost, feel like Im being watched,
As if I were in the lost valley,
It seems to keep going and going,
feeling as if I were all knowing,
king of the world, in fact,
only to realize I am all curled up inside,
unknown to all,
feeling as if I were about to fall,
When I finally reach a bend,
I realize it is a dead end,
I fall to the ground begin to cry,
And lay there all alone to die.
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| She sits all alone, wondering what to do, slit her wrist, or call her crew,
No one ever asks if she was ok, if they could hold her or make her day,
All she wishes is to die, so why hold on, why wait, wonder and cry,
She hoped one day her one would come, what was she thinking, she was so dumb,
When she realizes he aint real, she takes her rope and finishes her last meal,
Tells her family goodbye, that she loves them, and goes to her room and begins to cry,
She sets up the rope, on her fan, making a hole big enough for her head, and high enough not to escape,
As she puts up a chair, under the fan, she braces herself, as well as she can,
Sets her head in the rope,prays to God and said enough is enough, she flips up the chair with her foot, and hangs there, looking as if she were on dope.
I look at it close,
It is so pretty,
My reflection it shows,
that is so ugly,
I glide my finger on it like a wedge,
A brilliant color, so unrealistic,
As it leaks onto the edge,
I smile and watch,
Grin to grin,
As if being watched by my true ones, my men,
I drop my reflection,
Begin to cry,
Think and wonder and say out loud,
No God I do not wish to DIE.
U want it like bad,
Its easy to see,
But If you wanted It now,
then why choose me.
I am tired of waiting,
Tired of playing,
Wana go home,
No more dating,
You didnt seem to care,
How can you Dare,
I gave you my love,
But you ended up unfair,
When I gave you one last chance,
You came home and Danced,
I became happy again,
But then you Finished it off,
It ended up, you were playing me you wance. | | |
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