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My father used to tell me  too much of you is exposed.   
2.   
A fog gathers on the island.  Everyone  sees it.  I watch from the wide lips   
of the window.  Believe what you   
3.   
want to.  Jesus, I was never touched   
in a bad place, the place I called  the slow siesta as a child.  
 
4.   
I make believe I am my mother's pantyhose  
and I run.  Suicide is self expression, saying   
this blood is forsythia.  This blood coul in Human Nature
I wish you were here,  I really do.  
I wish I was in your arms.  
They protect me.  
They’re perfect.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could kiss you,  Sweetly;  
Just press my mouth against yours.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could run up to you  
And hug you,  
Throw my arms around you with glee.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could let myself sink  
Into the nook in your neck  That seems to be made for me to curl up in.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I in Romantic
Too young to die.  Too old to cry.  Too much in love,  to say goodbye. in Romantic
As I witness the glorious sunrise,  My hopes begin to reach new heights.   
As the wind blows discreetly across my face,  I’m touched with the beauty of nature in this life.   
When the sky gets gloomy and darkens by the minute,  My mind wanders across boundaries it wishes to stay away from.   
When the raindrops begin to splatter everywhere,  My thoughts are calm yet filled with a touch of sadness.   
While the rain pours heavily onto this earth,  My feelings of despair begin to come to surface.   
When the rain stops and the stillness surrounds me,  I’ in General Poetry
Laid out beneath soft summer skies,  Caramel skin glistens like silk;  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Quiet breath and muted sighs,  Fingers pressing against pursed lips,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
I feel them all; the lows, the highs,  The touch of oily, scented skin, and  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Her collarbone, her ribs, her thighs,  All feel as fragile as love,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
When the light finally dies,  I lean towards her as the last of  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Bef in General Poetry
I am writing you this  On a napkin  In a coffee shop  In a bookstore  With the sweetest smell embracing me—  The smell  Of new books  And  My  
Peppermint  Mocha.  And it’s a novel I write  A dramatic monologue of you and me  And in between the lines  Is a dash  Of  
Poetry  And I swear to you  This will cut you to the core  Because that’s what poems do  They bleed  You  
Dry.  Sitting here at my table  Caught between the reality and  The dream  That we used to find  Sitting on our porch  A in Romantic
I remember the way I once gazed into your eyes  Every fleck of gold the sun painted in them, I once memorized  I remember exactly how they sparkled in the moonlight  Like the fireflies, when we held each other through the night   
And your heartbeat, and every delicate curve  Which I had once so perfectly learned  And each breath my own breathing spurred  And your precious voice my soul once heard   
You were my universe's Sun  My friend, my dear beloved one  We promised it would always be that way  But it's been so long since that sweet day   
I remember how you held in Human Nature
I look in the mirror,  Surprised it has not cracked.  The amount of times I have stared,  Everything it has hacked.   
The few people I have close to me,  They say I am beautiful.  But, they can never know,  Their eyes, covered by wool.   
The worst of it is at school,  My only friend is just as bad,  My distorted appearance,  It is not just a fad.   
They have dominance over me,  I have no will power left,  Nobody notices anyway,  That my life has been a theft. in General Poetry
Awaken to find yourself  In a place you belong again  Loneliness cannot exist  
In a place so beautiful   
Now tell yourself  The simple words  The simple things we need to know  Just please don't go   
(Chorus)  Couldn't you tell  
That we are just  
a little unbroken now?  And whisper the words  To wake yourself  
From the vows  That we never took  Just take a look  At yourself  You're a little unbroken now   
Now tempted to fate  We must resist the words we say  We're running the race  The finish line is the light of in General Poetry
slicing her eyes  piercing her skin,  I know what I do is a moral sin   
cutting through the veins  painting shades of red,  sleeping with my eyes open   
time tick-tocketing away  nothing is saved for another day,  I think it's Sunday   
throwing the toy away  soon to grab another,  I must go to church now with mother   
butchering another's mind  into destroying it's being,  makes them lose faith...even in praying   
taking control  then breaking the strings,  these are just a few of my favourite things!.. in Horror & Macabre
You were always my shoulder to lean on  My lap to cry on  The one who always took my side  The one who always had my back  Who supported me,  Whether I was right,  Or wrong   
You were always the person I could call  My 24 hour go to girl  The one I could rely on  The one I could depend on  Who loved me,  Whether I was upset,  Or happy   
You were always my best friend  My rock  The one I could turn to  The one I could whine to  Who knew me better than I knew myself  Who loved me more than anyone  And who was willing to take on the wo in General Poetry
Because you do not love us  as we want to love ourselves.   
Because of the scarlet letters  you embroider on our chests  as we're sleeping on yours.   
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty  and squeeze mothers and prostitutes  
from the girls we really are.   
Because you deny us of a sleep  
deep enough to remember ourselves in.   
Because each love song only  
serves to keep time to your lies.   
Because Disney fooled us:  we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered  with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.   
Because the heroines of our you in Human Nature
The moon peeks out from behind the clouds tonight  It hides itself from everyone  Afraid to come into full sight  It knows it will never measure up to the sun  For it only has such dim light  So the moon continues its cycle only when the days are done. in Nature
04/07/08  Like in a dream,  I've swam in ocean of diamonds.  Stolen,  Broken hearts in a world of strangers.  I've painted the tallest of mountains,  Mended hearts with heart scratched words.  But I've never thought of stop sailing the world,  Until last night,  When I realized that I've unconsciously placed my heart in your hands,  Beating rhythm an ocean away. in Romantic
The coldest wind ever felt  Blows cold and angry and hard  Through bleak silent trees,  
Carrying dead gray ashes  On its frozen fingers.   
The dark night envelopes the world,  Wrapping deadly, endless silence  Around harsh unforgiving fires  Burning under extinct cities,  Forgotten in the light of dusk.   
Ghosts haunt echoing streets  Flitting through endless shadows,  Waiting for the dawn to break.  The Damned scream voicelessly,  Begging for the broken calm.   
And through this Hellish night,  A cry shatters the terrifying quiet.  The biti in General Poetry
Refer to me as one...  Who knows all about love,  And I'll refer to you as...  An angel from above,  We keep going away from it all so much,  I just wish we could stay as we are...so  Look into my eyes...  And see me as I am...   
You know me as one...  Who loves you everyday,  And I know you as...  The angel that carries me away,  The next time we crosspaths,  We'll stay the way we are...   
You see me as I am...  There's no one else like us,  You see me as I am...  I'm the one you can trust,  We look in each others eyes...  And we see us in Experimental
 time  
Tick...Tock..  I sit and wait  Tick...Tock...  I sit and stare  Tick...Tock...  I sit and think  Tick...Tock...  I sit and wonder  Tick...Tock...  I sit and dispair  Tick....Tock.....  I sit and stay  TIck.....Tock......  Times up in General Poetry
"Justice comes from the barrel of a gun"  
This sound wrong?  Or am I the only one?  
War cry, or Death's song?  
 
Rebels conspire  
Goverment watches them roast  
On a funeral pyre  
Like to eat them with a light toast  
So to speak  
 
Barrel of a gun  
A dead son  
Bodies dry up in the sun  
Dogs eat  
Dead meat  
 
Blood mixed with sand  
To hard to talk  
To understand  
So to war they walk  
 
Live by the barrel of a gun in Sociopolitical
See your blindness,  Hear your silence,  Feel the numbness  Spreading through your veins.   
Loving heartache,  Cowardly strength,  Perfect heartbreak,  Darkness shines in you.   
Speed your stillness,  Live your death-wish,  Feel the numbness  Spreading through your veins.   
Calming anger,  Heart-breaking joy,  Loving hatred,  Darkness shines in you. in General Poetry
Lets conspire in sin,  
Let your carnal cravings win,  Forget all ties that bind,  And leave faith and guilt behind,   
Let my hand caress your skin,  Unlock the passion of within,  Lines of meaning drawn on lies,  Forsake all masks, bear no disguise,   
Turn your eyes away,  Damned for always we shall stay,  This savage lust hell bred,  A sordid secret left unsaid.   
Conscience comes too late,  This heinous act has sealed our fate,  Both the temptress and the tempted,  Forever bound by hearts so empty. in Romantic
I can’t scream anymore  no one listens, not even me  who cares anymore?  because I cant breathe  my rage diverts inward  my rage screams at me  it spirals and cascades and fucks up everything in its path  it says things to me  it hurts me and then:   
I hurt you, hurt your heart  
I’m so sorry  I can’t apologize because we don’t do that  That is why we carry so much anger  layers and layers of unfogiven, buried pain  unable to share my feelings;  I start screaming and you stop listening   
I can’t breathe    & in Narrative
Forest  
 
*Note, Characters in story are Itachi and Neji, in human form, not animal. Just called by their animal.   
Down in the forest where the animals play,   
There was a weasel, who watched his stepson run   
Run back to the fire, tripping on his face.   
He got up, and smiled anyway   
He was just happy, but was always, not just on certain days   
He ran on over to his stepfather   
And told him he got dirty in the mud.   
The weasel understood and picked up the little bird.   
He set him down, and undid his pants, leaving them to hang o in Family Life
As the cherry falls from the tree to the water,  let's be the ripples across its surface.  when all seems still ,  let's be the ones to break the reflecting calm.   
let's make waves that bounce off the light,  and dance among the fish,  floating slowly with the time,  let's be the splash of color that illuminates the dawn.   
should the cold come,  let us be the fire.  playfully lapping at the sky,  arms outstretched,  reaching for the stars.   
should the world fall still,  we shall be the breeze.  tugging and playing at the trees,  begging them t in Romantic
He Meant Well:   
 
He grabs the gun   
 
Blood dripping from the trigger   
Pouring down to the floor  
 
Like a fantastic distraction   
 
He raises up his weakened state   
And launches his arm   
 
The burning whiskey     Covering his mind   
 
Quick to draw pain   
He staggers back   
Knowing its in vain   
 
He knows his done justice   
His preached his sins   
 
And was promised a new beggining   
In another life   
The flash of the curtai in General Poetry

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