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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:56 pm
This poem is basically about a boy hence the title being "Justin". It was about after I found out some lies he had told and how I had lied right back.
c+c appreciated.
Justin.
There are so many things
I wish would spill from
my quivering lips
but my tounge wont form
those passionate words.
And you tell me its all okay
it rained for you too.
How can I trust you?
But your eyes dont lie.
They always say "follow your heart" but
what it wants is you.
And I cant keep dreaming
through all these lies.
The winds whispers secrets
though I dont know yet
what they mean.
I smile and tell you "its alright"
its just another lie.
Is that all we are capable of?
Faking what we want to see.
All the while hearts are breaking
and we just step over the
shattered pieces on the floor.
Keep smiling and pretending
for now its all we've got.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:59 pm
This one has no title. I wrote it late one night. Boredom can be an interesting thing when not atacking you like a horrid monster.
"Untitled"
Tangled in a web of confrontation
lies and shifty eyes filling lungs
and praying for deadly organ disease.
They are just bodies but
they hope for sleeping too.
Its simplified and drawn on the board
we'll teach the class
the light dance form.
The smoke and mirrors camouflage
the insucurities that flicker past.
slidding in the club to play the night
Set up your cards and here we'll hide.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:01 pm
This is a cross between about my father and an ex. Its an okay one. Emotional. I like it.
With the grace of a thousand angels.
Egotistical twit
with all your s**t.
How did we end up like this.
It makes me sick.
Cancer fills these holey lungs
and a void inside where long ago
a little child must have died.
Its a brand new chapter
but all the pages are torn and worn.
Heart left on a marshmellow stick
to burn and twist and drip.
But these pictures tell the truths
you kept them as proof.
The lies you spilled into my brain
seep out as words
over lips that you used to kiss.
Convulsions of a life that we threw away.
even now I burn inside
and once upon a time
this little girl tried.
Forget the things we said.
I'm sorry now
but it had to be the end.
A black dress party was thrown
and your ashes slid to the floor.
In this funeral home we sighed
another part of me left to die.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:03 pm
The title for this one is an indside joke between my friend and i about how i am his "after sex cigarette" because after having sex with his girl friend he would come in and sleep in our bed. It was our bed because she did live there and he and i shared a room. Complicated. Also funny.
After Sex Cigarettes.
Painting Paradise
with blood stained digits.
Drawing me
with liquid technocolor lines.
A pestulant chariot
to the masquerade ball.
Kandy bracelets
and brightly lit streets.
Rose wine glass;
sipping syanide.
They were trying to find our bodies,
it was so cold that night.
Arsenic kisses;
sick like suicide.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:06 pm
This poem is based off of a picture that i drew or two maniquins holding eachother. Cute bit of an almost love poem.
Inanimate Love
Poor mannequin boy
heart all made of plastic.
Falling in love
with a mannequin girl.
Her painted eyes so perfect.
He ever loved her motionless smile.
But how could such a pretty girl
love this faceless boy?
Sitting in that window
always on display.
Would she even notice him?
Was it love that she was feeling too?
How were they to know.
Just made up people
in a couture world.
Not meant to be together.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:21 pm
This one is for my fabulous boyfriend.
June Thirteen Twothousand Six
With every kiss
I'm falling more in love with you.
With every touch
my heart beats faster just for you.
Every smile brings me home.
I never thought I'd breath again
but lying in your arms
keeps my lungs working.
Your warm breath on my neck
sends shivers down my spine.
When you say "I love you"
my heart skips beats and beats and beats.
An echo; I love you too, my reply.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 1:35 pm
Apparently no one likes my poems.
Thanks guys. crying
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