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THEY LEFT ME FOR DEAD (youwerebetteroff)


ABOUT THE MESSEDUPMARIONETTE:
Spit on me
Perverted motherfuckers
And think of the babies
You could have sired

You mock me for the sake of entertainment
But you know not what you provoke;
The twisted child inside...
she does not bite
she carves
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I am always looking for answers
I am queer in many different ways
I am an atheist
I am afraid of spiders and sex slaves
I am going to Ithaca College
I am a pessimist
I am never one hundred per cent sure
I love crazy people and intellectuals (same thing, right?)
I hate how I can never just say something
I believe that peace is the ideal, in every sense of the word



ABOUT THE MESSEDUPMARIONETTE'S POETRY:
I prefer to call myself a thought explosionist rather than a poet. The stuff I write usually just pops out of me at random times and intervals--sometimes it works, sometimes I think too hard and it doesn't. Or sometimes I don't think at all, and it's absolutely beautiful. I tend to say things that only make sense in my mind. My thought processes are kind of fucked up. I have an extremely hard time opening up to people, and when I do I instantly regret it, and I think my poetry kind of reflects that. I write poetry because I'm afraid to write stories or normal journal entries. Normal words make everything too real. And, even scarier, somebody might understand what I was trying to say.



*Song of the Month*

I won't try to explain what I cannot understand
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a one night stand
If only we could ride far enough I'd forget you altogether
It's a bluff, there is no way I could not remember

Don't ask me what I came here for
It is too delicate for words
I used to want to make you talk
Now I would rather you did not

I don't mind if you read while I'm coming
It's all right if you need the TV to keep from noticing my mind
Going blank
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Is my back all that bad?
Strike the match and watch the doll come open

Don't ask me what I want from you
It is not something you could purposely do
I used to want to make you mine
Now I have better things in mind...
--------------------------------------------------------"Will" by the Dresden Dolls