Wasted- on a park bench,
Painting pictures in the sky
Watching spaceships float above me,
Pasted dreams upon my eye.
frantic scenes emerge,
children huddle in the light,
And my ugliness fades,
as I hold my stomache tight
crushing pebbles underneathe me,
in a starry lit glare,
Wasted--on a park bench,
And no one seems to care.
written by me.
- Last seen on Apr 17 10:53 PM 2007. Member since August 25, 2005.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 55 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "love your enemy for you are your own".
- I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a thinker.
- Visit my homepage at portland.indymedia.org/en/2002/03/8669.shtml
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My Poetry
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This is just an experiment. Try it and maybe you'll find yourself again.
This is just another beautiful photograph, -
I want to die,
To have the fake glam of stardust,33 lines, 1 comment, October 26, 2005. In Dark -
If I could be anywhere right now,
I would be in the sky,43 lines, 2 comments, October 23, 2005. In Hope -
It didn't matter that,
My mom had been yelling,
