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moving to the city;; gonna choke me alot of princesses

What's it like dollie? To wake up every morning and spray paint your face with chemicals and toxic waste?
Oh, what's it like dollie? Tell me how it is.

Why you scrape away your protective bubble surface and hide in your dirty sweat shirts.
Why your hands always shake and your fingernails bleed when pressed too hard.

Tell me;; what do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are jabbing bones and stringy hair just too much for you to take?
Or is it the locket, void of a picture, that really gets to you?

What's it like to wake up from never sleeping?
To clench your fists into your pillows and scream without any noise?
To bleed from the outside and never show any pain?
Because you are, infact, numb.
Aren't you dollie?

How do you wake up and stuff your face, when you know you'll regret it?
How do you deal with your stomach stiffening at the very mention of food,
Oh darling;; how does that make you feel?

Come on now, demonstrate, the finger throbbing in the back of your throat,
I'm waiting dollie, because I've been told you put on a great show--

How is it that you open your mouth and continue to breathe in,
when all that's left of you, is shavings of skin and a pair of blood shot eyes?
Tell me how you do it baby;

Because I want to be just.like.you.



Author notes

Option 7.

I'm sorry;; it's not my usual.
And it's pretty crappy, I sound like an 8 year old wannarexic.
ah well, what comes out of these fingers, I can't always account for.
I'm not sure if my heart was really in this one,
it depends.

I might add/edit.
if that's allright? I'll let you know if I do. :]]]
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  • -foreverandever
    August 24, 2007
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    fuck.

    'wow' doesn't even begin to cover it.


  • hks
    July 24, 2007

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    ewwww
    four lines through
    and i do not want to read anymore


    • Tinkerbell-Or-Me
      July 24, 2007
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      ick, sorry.
      it is pretty bad isn't it?
      :/


      • hks
        July 24, 2007
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        lol nooo

        its just so beautifully nasty

        =]

        haha it isnt the poemm
        its whats outsiddee the poemm

        lol
        sorrry im just trying to enjoy my lucky charms okkayy


        • Tinkerbell-Or-Me
          July 24, 2007
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          hahaha
          I'm sorry xD
          enjoy your lucky charms!
          and don't think about any of the things in this poem when you do because it's about the worst one to read whilst eating


  • Pisces Pieces
    July 4, 2007

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    It doesn't sound wanna-anything,

    it's picture perfect!

    I don't know what else to say, that sums it up pretty much for me.


  • TrixieOne
    July 1, 2007
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    I really like this one too; I kinda like how angry it seems in the beginning.


  • fallenangel671
    June 28, 2007

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    wow excellent poem..you dont sound like awannarexic at all. i loved this poem.
    my favorite part would have to be:

    What's it like to wake up from never sleeping?
    To clench your fists into your pillows and scream without any noise?
    To bleed from the outside and never show any pain?
    Because you are, infact, numb.
    Aren't you dollie?

    How do you wake up and stuff your face, when you know you'll regret it?
    How do you deal with your stomach stiffening at the very mention of food,
    Oh darling;; how does that make you feel?

    Come on now, demonstrate, the finger throbbing in the back of your throat,
    I'm waiting dollie, because I've been told you put on a great show--

    How is it that you open your mouth and continue to breathe in,
    when all that's left of you, is shavings of skin and a pair of blood shot eyes?
    Tell me how you do it baby;

    Because I want to be just.like.you.
    excellent poem i loved this, and yes you can change it if you want just msg me or something okies?
    good luck in the contest
    keep writing


    ~Ashley~<3


  • Glitter-Trash
    June 28, 2007

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    What's it like to wake up from never sleeping?
    To clench your fists into your pillows and scream without any noise?
    To bleed from the outside and never show any pain?
    Because you are, infact, numb.
    Aren't you dollie?

    How do you wake up and stuff your face, when you know you'll regret it?
    How do you deal with your stomach stiffening at the very mention of food,
    Oh darling;; how does that make you feel?

    Come on now, demonstrate, the finger throbbing in the back of your throat,
    I'm waiting dollie, because I've been told you put on a great show--

    How is it that you open your mouth and continue to breathe in,
    when all that's left of you, is shavings of skin and a pair of blood shot eyes?
    Tell me how you do it baby;

    Because I want to be just.like.you.

    your AMAZING darling
    i need to start writing myself
    love u sweetie<3


  • AshliiAsphyxiation
    June 28, 2007
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    Niiice dolly ^__^

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