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Marisa



Story of the Year
"Swallow the Knife"

So our open wounds will bleed
Until our veins run dry
Now we have to take this thorn
And tear it from our side
Agitated at the fault line
Still agreed to disagree
Your connected to the heart
But tonight we'll set you free

So swallow the knife
Carve the way for your pride
Now our hands are tied
The problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again

Even now as i write this down
All pretensions disappear
Now our impulses will bite
At the ankles of our fear

So swallow the knife
Carve the way for your pride
Now our hands are tied
The problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again

Now our hands are tied
The problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again

Words are spoken
Words are broken down

So lets make this night be our best mistake
So lets take the time to wipe the blood away
Now our hands are tied
And our world is caving in

Now our hands are tied
The problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again

Now our hands are tied
And the problems lie within
Words are spoken
Words are broken
Broken Down

Story of the Year
"Swallow the Knife"

  • Last seen on Aug 31 9:15 PM 2008. Member since October 21, 2004.
  • I'm a carnelian hope poet for 114 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Three people can keep a secret if two are dead".
  • I am a woman (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm "I Don't Know If You Know But I'm Kind Of A Big Deal".
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  • I have 114 comments, 1 contest, 48 poems, 5 stories

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  • A little blue eyed girl stares up at me holding out her arms. She smiles gently as the sun glistens throughout her soft blond hair. While her  redheaded twin tugs on my sh
    309 lines, 2 comments, July 27, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • My name is Marisa. I am eight years old. I live with my mommy and daddy in Michigan.  I never say much but if I did you'd never imagine the story hidden behind these innoc
    1056 lines, 4 comments, July 21, 2005. In <200 lines
  • It has been three days since his last visit in the night. Every night Stephanie sleeps in my bed and she holds me all night long. I found that I have accidentally called her mo
    1104 lines, 4 comments, July 20, 2005. In <200 lines, Other

Guest Book

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  • NicoleAlyce on November 2, 2006
    Hey beautiful, I can see all of your poems on here. Maybe it was just a glitch that day. Let me know if you got this.
    Love ya
    Nicole
  • Atari-Wagon on November 2, 2006
    BLAH!
  • queen on April 14, 2006
    Happy Easter
  • Michele La Pointe on November 27, 2005
    this line in the song ( "So lets make this night be our best mistake" )
    is pure genius and it brings back so many memories of 'good mistakes' from my 'younger' days... great page here, i enjoyed the visit

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