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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:54 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:43 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:14 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:33 pm
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Eh, since I'm in a poetic mood, I whipped something up for the contest. ^^; Hope ya like it. And yeah, it's about me and my mom. :3
Dear Mom.
Why don't you ask, What is behind this mask? Is it because you are scared of it? Mother, please, I won't submit.
You walk by, And hear me cry, You ask what's wrong, As I run my fingers through the hair that was once long.
I can say no words, As chirping comes in the window from the birds, Only wretched, crying sounds, That would make any man give many frowns.
You tell me to talk, I ask to take a walk, You say okay, And then we both walk away.
Into the forest we go, Without anyone in tow, I stop and turn around, Giving you a very deep frown.
"Mother," I say, "Why won't you stay? Is it because of what I do? Don't you know its hard to make it through?"
Looking at you with an angry expression, I scream out all the problems that have been in repression, "Mother, don't you see?! I'm hurting, you don't know, and it's all because of me!"
I scream some more, As the pain is let out of it's core, Tears run down my face, As they fall with no grace.
You say you didn't know, But how, mother, how could it not show? I wore long sleeves, and hid the pain, Then I let it go like falling rain.
"I know it's wrong!" I scream, "It's horrible, mom, like living in a dream! A dream that is a nightmare, Where there is no one there to care!"
"There's nothing more you can do, Just let me follow through, I can't go on with life, So why not just let me take the knife?"
You walk to me and kneel down, Before you think about going 'round, You put your hands on my shoulders, But mother, they feel like boulders.
"How should I have known, To this, that you were prone? What more can I say, When you will just walk away?"
"I won't mom, I swear, Please tell me you care... I need your love, I need your smiles, For you I'd walk a million miles..."
"Please mom, don't leave, Please mom, my hope, help me retrieve, Please mom, you've got to know, About the pain I never show."
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:39 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:41 am
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Unwanted I am a girl who isn't wanted around. By who? Not by friends, not by family, not by you. Yes, you. Don't deny it. You know it's true. I am a girl who is only in the way. And thus, left astray. For the rest of the day. With loneliness, no longer afraid to stay locked away. I am a girl who thought you loved me. It turns out you'd be better off without me. Used to get tingles when I said "we". Used to think our love could grow taller than a tree. I am a girl who is oblivious. Isn't it obvious? Why couldn't I see? You didn't want me. You'll never want me. And that's the way it'll always be. 2nd Rate That is just great. I want you, and you know it. But you're taken, and have back up. I'll guess I'll just have to wait. I'm only second rate. You flirt and toy with my emotions Compliments and flattery. But I'm not on your list yet. I guess I'll have to wait. I'm only second rate. You flip flop wives. But will I ever have a turn? I guess I'll have to wait. I'm only second rate. Invisible I pour my heart out. And still, you don't care I feel like You can't see me anywhere Can't you see me? Can't you hear me? Calling out your name? Who is to blame? I am invisible No one notices No one cares Nobody's ever there I am invisible Side Trophy To me, You're my best friend My love interest My everything You're all I live for I'm addicted to you For you, I'm a friend A "playmate" A side trophy You don't need me Like I need you And I need something else... Attention! I don't want to sit and just look pretty I want your time Your heart Your love You have mine
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:43 am
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