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Miss youI've missed you too much recently,  
I can't keep you out of my head.  
When ever I'm sitting here with nothing to do,  My mind wanders over to you.  You're taking over my mind,  My brain,  My head,  and all I can ever think about is you.   
I went from speaking to you everyday,  to hardially speaking to you at all.  I've been missing you too much recently,  and have gone from speaking to you everyday,  To not speaking to you at all.  The want,  The need,  Its slowly taking over me.   
This addiction I've had,  Is all because of you.  I miss yo Miss you
Escape RealityDarkness crawls behind my eyes  as my mind floats skyward,  away from the everyday doldrums.  A weightlessness comes over me,  as if I have been filled with helium.   
The stars melt beneath my feet  as I dance the Tango solo.  Their bursts of celestial light  send stardust across my flesh as they fade.   
The sun is my beacon,  the heat guiding me home  to that boundless emptiness where freedom lingers,  just there behind the moons of Jupiter;  Saturn's rings are the path I take  to get there.   
But what is this?  A sudden weight around my ankles; Escape Reality
DamagedShe counts the beauty marks on her skin  And spends hours trying to scrub them off  Leaving her arms and legs raw  Because she believes beauty isn't real.   
She tries to connect the stars  To make the pictures everyone talks about  And when there are no stars outside  She stays in her room and connects her beauty marks.   
She wishes she had freckles on her face  To keep the attention from her eyes  Because she knows that  All anyone would see is hate.   
She loves the city lights at night  And one day she'll set them aflame  With the gasoline and alcohol &n Damaged
Painful PleasantriesShivers trickle down my freezing back,  As I slowly stumble through the stormy black,  My mind focuses on the bitter cold,  Away from brittle agonies of old.  So stifle the sun and let it rain,  Because I only feel good when I'm in pain.   
You bring me a blanket to wrap me tight,  Not understanding when I refuse your light,  You take the insult cripplingly hard,  Blind to tears on my cheeks so scarred.  So stifle the sun and let it rain,  Because I only feel good when I'm in pain. Painful Pleasantries
Monday MorningYou say you don't deserve me  But look at what I did to you  The proof is on your arm   
Has the blood dried yet?  If I was there  I'd stitch up the wound that I created   
It may be my job  
To demand such things  But I cannot discard my guilt   
Is it Monday morning?  Because the actions of last night  Are now clearly transgressions   
You will always have a reminder  Of my detestable cruelty  And so will I Monday Morning
Afraid but I'm still in loveAfraid but I'm still in love  With you, my darling, with you  Afraid but I'm still in love  And I can't remember a single time  I could leave you  Afraid, but I'm still in love  My darling, my darling  
I couldn't forget  The way you make me feel  Afraid but I'm still in love  And I'll for always stay  With you, my darling, with you Afraid but I'm still in love
ResistanceToes as cracked as broken river-beds, blistered feet  
Tread along crumbling streets.   
Muscles clenched, rocks in a storming ocean,  Earthquakes have been set to motion.   
Strong backs to trees are parallel,  
Against a slave-driving wind, we rebel. Resistance
paper cutssometimes i feel like going into old bookstores and hiding notes between pages for people to find. and they'll say things like 'she was never supposed to fall so hard', and 'does he ever get the girl?' and maybe it'll make me feel better about the damsels who couldn't save themselves, and the villains who never got a second chance. but then i'll always wonder if the pages were ever turned, or the chapters left unfinished, because then the words of saints and saviours would be lost to dusty shelves and coffee rings.  is it sad that fiction sounds more like reality to me?  
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i was screaming in my sleep and smiling paper cuts
A Poem..."Even As It Breaks My Heart..."   
 
I only have myself to blame  for causing myself such pain.   
Love is a double-edged sword  that can hurt as deeply as it can heal.   
I was foolish to think--to hope--  it would be different with you.   
Your loving words and kind gestures  come with a very high price.   
One my heart can no longer afford to pay.   
I'm sorry.   
I tried to be better.   
I tried to be everything for you.   
But, I obviously fall short of your needs  since you continously pull away.   
So, if so A Poem...
The call of the reaperIt's become to much I can't endure  Death holds an appeal I can't deny no more.  Life has given me a good load  It's been a hell of a road  But I'm so tired of holding on  It's time I think for letting go.  I feel so insignificant  Less than an ant  I'm not so omnipotent anymore.  
And really who's lives would be  
Changed if mine were to end?  My kids will be leaving me soon  My favorite holiday spent locked  In a four by four steel room.  I've landed on the bottom  And there's more ways to go than just up.  I've been crawling on my belly  
Scouring the dirt The call of the reaper
I Am 
I am the black sheep,  The lonely dark of night on empty  Swing sets.  I am the monsters spinning  Through nebulas with gaping, hungry pupils:  Bizarre.   
I am not the  Pampered flower that depends on others to bloom--  More the plastic replica: dependable, but  Left to gather dust (I will not wilt).  I am not the scrapbook hearts,  Pink and curving around photos with  Crescent-moon smiles and soft dresses.   
I am the  
Bumbling, unfeminine example  Of what boys don't like, and how to  Disappoint your mother.   
I am   
Sorry I Am
The QuestionsWhy do people think?  Why do people dream?  Why do people cause drama?  Why do people confuse me so?   
What do I have to do?  What should I choose?  What do you think?  What is his reasoning?   
Who should I turn to?  Who should I trust?  Who should I choose?  Who is the right one?   
When will this end?  When should I contact?  When will everythign stop being so confusing?  When will it be alright?   
Where is this going to lead me?  Where is this road going?  Where should I go?  Where does my heart lie?   
How Am I T The Questions
The Cost of a SmileShe's screaming in a whiter room,  As she sprints to a closer tomb,  As tears streamed at a faster pace,  Her last runner lost the race.   
When new shoes stop working,  And you can't control the mindful jerking,  The hand he offers you is strong,  So clasp it tighter,  As he tells you that you're a fighter,  His voice sounds wrong.   
The water gets colder,  As her mind can't grow older,  The surface swims far away,  What she would give for one last ray.   
When new shoes stop working,  And you can't control the mindful jerking,  The hand he offers The Cost of a Smile
Half of one wholeHalf of one whole   
The weakness of my sisters is clear  Their dependence on their beloved obvious  And the thread by which their world hangs is held by another.  Their fragility is not something I can ever long for  Nor their dependence something I can ever be.  My independence is necessary, beloved or not,  Because without it, you cannot be a whole,  Merely one half of one.   
But yet, maybe my blindness is fault  Not their conjoined dependence  And one day, I will see the merit  Of holding the world of another in your hands. Half of one whole
Thinking of Him.Sitting in class thinking of him knowing  that we can never be,   
Knowing I like him and know that he is  speechless about this,   
Knowing that it could never work out  even if we were together,   
Sitting in class thinking of him knowing I  love him and not knowing his feelings for me,   
Wondering how he felt when I told him,   
Wondering how to deal with being his friend,   
Sitting in class thinking of him seeing him  live life every chance he gets,   
Seeing him walk by every time I see him,   
Seeing him smile at me and braking my Thinking of Him.
Remove My Thoughts
Letters From My BettersEvery good girl has a vice,  And every bad boy is involved in an extravagant heist,  So hand me back the rum,  And let me return to my heavenly numb,  Go disappear to the city,  And continue with your girls so pretty,  Later on i will return to your bed  And we can ensure the pain is dead. Letters From My Betters
The UnicornSnowy white  Sparkling bright  Glistening in the soft moonlight.   
Cloven feet  A soft drum beat  Hooves pounding; a heartbeat.   
Mysterious and rare  The purest of horn and hair  Do you see her standing there?   
Your eyes don't decieve  As you believe  She turns and magestically takes her leave.   
Now just part of myth and lore  You yearn to see her just once more  But she is hiding beyond the farthest shore  Not even a glimpse forever more. The Unicorn
Jive Insteadwake up in the mornin' and it's rainin'  music in the streets  crooked men on they crooked stilts doin' they shufflescrape walk  Tim don't wait for nobody  to start fillin' ev'ry window, ev'ry bar stool, ev'ry fryin' pan  with his smooth version of happiness  'fore you knows it  you is clappin' them torches you hands become  and Tim? All he gotta say  'bout his airwave therapy  is "What I'm 'bout to say will surely come back to me." Jive Instead
You... MeYou… Me   
Warm eyes  Knowing smile  Fleeting embrace  Elusive the while  Breathless…  Skin tingling  Hot sighs  Fear mingling  Crazy crazy  Love me ever  Hold me tight  Ever…never  Delightful laughter  Deep passion  Boundaries… are they  Plunging crashing  Mmmm hold me  I have to be me  I let go  Let me find me  Needing bleeding  Heartbeat strong  Wake up now  Life is my song   
2-1-09 ~Chelle You... Me
Snow Man is MeltingThe frigid wind is what I want,  The cold hard snow for me to flaunt.  The nipping feel of arctic frost,  
For in warm sun, high is my cost.  My carrot nose falls from my face,  Losing a nose is such a disgrace!  My buttons sag and I must frown,  As I turn to slush my arms fall down.  
Oh woe is me, woe is my life,  That I should spend it in melting strife!  I keep growing shorter, drowning in my woe,  If the sun shines more, it will soon be time to mow!  The grass rushes up to meet me, my eyes are on the ground,  And I know I have turned into a slushy mound.  I wish for th Snow Man is Melting
Fascism, Part IIThough imagined, be them wild  Though wild, be them still  Though still, be them free  Though free, be them mine   
Religion to the West,  Black but bleached,  these roads  By sunsets and women   
Friend, they called me  Lover, they hardly said  By busy hands writing more  Than poetry on this skin   
Women, women, O woman!  Can you hear me moan?  Or do you say, it's not breathing  anymore  It's revolutions we're speaking  On flint jagged words   
It's mourning the old world,  The old ways, the old men  Who suffered for this Fascism, Part II
Half WrittenAn unfinished book  breaks at the spine.  Its pages glide  Across the open waters.  The parchment soaks,  the ink bleeds.   
How sad you'd think,  That the story dies before it began.   
But as each paper graces blue,  a ripple of remeberance  florishes from it  And the ink spreads its words,  As waters flow forth.   
Her half written story,  Lives on. Half Written
Change the colour of her eyes"Her eyes were blue as sorrow."   
"He was looking at me."   
"She let a tear escape."   
"He caught it."   
"Her Pain is the closest thing to her."   
"He moved closer then my pain. I pushed him away."   
"She doesn't know that nothing can hurt me."   
"He came back"   
"She let me"   
"He told me  " Joy will come." "   
"Her pain started to fade"   
"He whispered that he loved me."   
"Her eyes turned gold like happiness." Change the colour of her eyes

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