February 2012
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January 2012
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I used to be able to view what I wanted on the internet, but then I took a SOPA to the knee.
December 2011
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Naked I stand on a cold gray cement slab, feeling the irritation from the cracks of paint, under my two feet.
Like drinking soured milk, the curdled clumps just wont go down my throat, gagging as they pass my tongue.
My stomach churns and tightens forcing the bile upwards. Hairs stand erect on my neck, feeling each one against my tight collard shirt.
Veins swell and pulse from my temple on the...
The absence is stinging Waiting for the low rumble of hope Not knowing if you’re here, where you are (Can you see me? Hear me?) , if you’re there The nights that used to plague you are becoming a dear friend You’re not the only one who aches for dusk Where the sun can finally be put to rest and the only thing is left is You You, darling You So the emotions splay out, and the thoughts start rolling...
“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger...”
– A.A. Milne, Winnie The Pooh
Just another broken promise. Your words are really cheap. You’re writing cheques with your mouth. Your body will not keep. They say that love is action. Not simply just a word. If that’s the case, I’ve never felt. I’ve only really heard. You’ve said it many many times. When push it came to shove. I truly honestly believe. It’s only you, you love. The times you...
November 2011
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“Can you ever dress like someone normal?”
October 2011
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Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing. I stay the same while this world keeps changing. I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Sometimes I wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets,
Can they see my sadness, my raging madness, or that box of razors underneath my matress? Can they hear my breathing, or my footsteps leaving? Sneaking out my window because I’m tired of my...
She sleeps with him and then she sleeps with him it’s so disgusting. Obviously you’re down with trying to get O.P.D. That makes her fucking nasty. Everything she ever claims is a fucking lie. Everything she ever does is with a different guy. You wanna act like a slut? Then do it on your own time. She makes Paris Hilton looks like a fucking angel That nasty bitch what she claims...
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I’ll treat you like a princess and fuck you like whore.
She twisted in the sheets some pale ghost struggling with the dirt on its grave.
Flaunting her skirt in gentle breezes that barley suggested the highs and the lows the mountains at her back the horizons at her throat shaky daggers fumble at her throat slowly the noose falls into place and every word as if it were her last each face a treasure map but the sand is so deep will you ever dig your way...
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September 2011
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Fears whisper darkness slithers closer wrapping icy fingers around me. It pulls me under, pulls me deeper I can no longer see reality. The nightmares they come every day hoarding dark secrets in the recesses of my mind, bringing unreliquishing pain. My eyes burn my skin grows colder, and theres nothing left of me as I dissapear, fading so slowly purging the evidence against me. With every step...
Tears dance in her eyes as she smiles before she falls, nobody can see her lies or penatrate her walls. In the mirror her flesh is thicker while in reality shes barely there, she strives to burn the calories quicker as she pretends she doesn’t care. Wearing a gaurded smile she lies to everyone she loves, always running an extra mile to be perfect enough to be loved. In the morning she runs...
Having trouble focusing on your school work, your homework, and getting ready to go places because all you want to think about is them.
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“The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.”
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