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Selfishly repressedKeep it bottled in a jar  
Clutched tightly to my chest  
Its lid sealed with my selfishness  
Glass created of the fear for my own personal image  My cloth shawl that shadows it, sewn from my own shallow self pity  
It’s mine alone to know, oh, only mine  
I must keep you from wondering eyes!  
Such a creature I could never let escape, for fear of my own damn sake…  Oh, the way they would scowl, those nasty little buggers  
And the jesters, of their thoughts  
What of them, what of them?  
The royal pair…my jaded soul banished from this vast, lush, land forever?  
Eve Selfishly repressed
in General Poetry
Love Truly
in Visual Poetry
Day from hellPitter patter  Women natter  Kettle’s boiling dry.  Time is always rushing past  Now baby’s gonna cry.   
Diary lost  And where’s the phone  Lost it once again.  To hell with that, I’ll chill outside  Too late, it’s gonna rain.   
Time to eat  So fry an egg  Or maybe chew a snack.  Spoon’s stuck in the porridge  I watch my omelette crack.   
Dog ate my mail  Sinks all blocked up  Car has got a flat.  Naked when the doorbell rings  Put on big floppy hat.   
Now it’s dusk  The lights hav Day from hell
in Humor
j'ai froid et mouillelet us dance and  stretch our bodie  s across the floo  r or on the grass.  
i think we have s  pent too much ti  me apart. if 6:34  
a.m means a sigh  
from the sky, then  
3:17 means i'll lie  
on your thigh. see,  we rhyme well, bu  t we look awful. le  t's have a baby so  that there is some  thing alive from us  both, because in s  pirit, we are dead.  fact: i know there  are reasons behin  d your screams. fa  ct: i know i could fi  ll you. fact: i've sm  ashed too many sk  ateboards tonight,  
and it's -16 degrees j'ai froid et mouille
in Human Nature
Three GirlsThree Girls  All different in some way  One loves sports and writing  One loves playing music and drawing  And one loves photography and reading  They are close friends  Even though they annoy the crap out of eachother sometimes  They love eachother  All cynics witha little optimism thrown in.  Three girls  All unique always there for one another. Three Girls
in Experimental
DeadI slowly die inside  from all the times I've cried.  You look at me  with your beautiful eyes  you look right through me  like I was never alive.  I am invisible  I always will be to you.  For some reason I knew  I would always be like this to you.  But no matter what I do  I am always dead to you. Dead
in General Poetry
CompositionI have killed myself.  I've been dead  face down  unbreathing  in my room for nearly four minutes.  I wonder what they'll do when they find me;  my empty bottle of perscription pills  
still in my hand,  and in my stomach all the anxiety and psychological mysteries  cured.  The crumpled letter with words of 27 years regretting  every decision I ever made,  the decisions I haven't made,  and the ones they made for me.  I bet my funeral will be beautiful  even though I never was.  I never believed anyone that told me I was.  Roses on my gravestone,  maybe Composition
in Narrative
On the Edges of the JawsComing from a poet and a thief  Hanging on the edges of the jaws of defeat  In the shadows of the tallest trees  You sink until you cannot be seen   
Into the murk of a cold nightmare  You shudder under the red moon’s stare  In the shade of a willow tree  The darkness around you stretches infinitely   
The distortion of your voice  
Is laced by spite  The folly of your best choice  Is it right?  The looking glass of your life  Is cracked and blurred  The shadows dance past you  Every word was slurred   
Every thought I heard from you  Was On the Edges of the Jaws
in General Poetry
Coffee With CreamCoffee With Cream   
 
Your fingertips  create little points of light  everywhere they touch,  leaving trails of stardust  on my skin,  in my hair.  You're the best thing to happen to me  since coffee with cream,  and I'm loving  every minute of you. Coffee With Cream
in General Poetry
InvisibleI walk down the halls  there you are  Am I invisible  Do you know who I am  Do you see the real me  or do you see what i choose to show  did you know that  I can be in the room for an hour  and no one will even know that I'm there. Invisible
in Experimental
SomedaysSome days I feel alright...some days I wanna die,  
Some days I loose sight...some days I just cry.  
I'm moving a little faster now,  
I'll get there somehow.  
Everyone's telling me to stay,  
But I wanna go my own way. Somedays
in Human Nature
Untitled.Don't try to believe what you think,  when I tell you something different,  all I say is real,  all emotions ready to feel..   
let's start it, get it on,  I know it can't be wrong,  it's not a flu,  it's a pleasure,  I love you Untitled.
in General Poetry
A Self ReflectionIf I would have known it would have been like this,  I would not have found you.  It seems like it was meant to be,  And it's difficult to disagree.   
Never have I known such pains exist,  And I don't know what else there is to do.  Now I find it difficult to reminisce,  And I never remember what it is to be bliss.   
Yet, I don't find myself daunted.  This is what I would have wanted. A Self Reflection
in Philosophical
Only if....This sight of mine...  I see all of which is in front of me,  yet is this all I am to believe?  But I can tell, I know from the unknown,  that lies are portrayed by the deceit of sight...   
If I were blind,  would I only see truth?   
Or would I merely be lost in darkness,  confused, lost, and victimized?   
The speach of many I hear...  My ears deciphering all of which is around me,  yet is this all I am to believe?  But I can tell, I know from the unknown,  That lies are spred by the deceit of words...   
If I were deaf,  would I only hear truth? Only if....
in Spiritual
at camp i stretched my legsyou're letting me go  away for the summer to  fully forget you. at camp i stretched my legs
in General Poetry
Shaking drills"Everybody shook.  As kids of ten,  we  shook."   
It was once upon a  Kristallnacht,  once upon a grey November  nighttime.  It was even once upon  a  frozen fingertips, a  locking lips,  a happiness in eyes,  somewhere else, spirited  away with fairytales and  the like.   
And I envied the moon, because  the solace she owned could not  be bought, borrowed or broken.   
I wished I would  stop these shaking drills because  this  was  not  the time.  (but t-t-time is gone  and the tick-tocks are   Shaking drills
in General Poetry
Give inNo matter how hard I try to fight,  It keeps increasing in strength and might,  I feel like I am going under,  Feel like I might have to surrender   
But yet my heart rages and weeps,  Refusing to give in and go down in to the deep,  Blow by blow they try and take me out,  Push and bite to try and win every bout   
I am still standing, though on very weak knees,  Scared that I will fall, but glad for the peace  That is bound to follow the end,  From where there will be no need to mend Give in
in Human Nature
The Pool Out BackThe Pool Out Back   
Meet me  two weeks from a month ago  by the pool out back  with your heart  on a string 'round your neck.  I'll be the girl  with kisses in her hair,  wearing lust on her fingers  like nailpolish.  Meet me  the day after yesterday  by the pool out back  with your arms wide open  and a smile on your lips.  I'll be the girl  who's fallen in love. The Pool Out Back
in General Poetry
farvelgrusome is the  
omonous phrase, but  
of course its only  
dignified and polite                -  because, in some way,  you have to mark the  
end. farvel
in Sociopolitical
turn it up to 11the true  
measure of  
silence  
is how  deafening  
your thoughts  
become turn it up to 11
in Human Nature
Favorite WhoeverFavorite whoever, I'll love you forever.  I promise to always be true.  You don't have to love me, but it would make me blue.  I don't want a favorite who's new.  
They all seem fake now, except for you.  But not just you! Many more and more.  Everyone now, are really just a bore.   
But you see Favorite whoever, they say you're gone.  But I know you're here.  I don't know if you're hear with me, I would like it.  But if you're with your Favorite whoever, I don't mind one bit.  I'm I that favorite? I really doubt it's true.  You just want me to be happy instead of blue.  &n Favorite Whoever
in Romantic
LettersThey were meant to be  Grew up together and they fell in love  At the beggining of thier senior year he decided as soon as he had his diploma he was going to sign up  He wanted to serve his country  She understood  They made a promise to stay together through it.  He wrote letters everyday, even though they were a week behind  She was thrilled everytime she got one.  One day she was visiting his parents and there was a knock at the door  She and his mother answered the door.  "i'm very sorry" said the man in the uniform as he handed over dogtags and a telegram  She feels as if shes breaki Letters
in Experimental
Headaches And SunsetsHeadaches and Sunsets   
 
There's a headache starting  at the top of my neck,  right where it meets  with my skull.  There's a spark  in your eye  that I wish I could catch,  a spring in your step  that I long for,  and your smile  is killing me slowly.  The sun is setting  on the curve of your lips,  smothering every dream  I ever had. Headaches And Sunsets
in General Poetry
The Mind is AdriftThe mind is adrift in this common place   
It finds itself when prompted   
Lack of nutrients  
 
Deprivation of sleep   
Signs of an emotional void   
Dizziness on end   
Gazing into this screen   
Wondering how to make sense   
Till it finally ceases to exist The Mind is Adrift
in Philosophical
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