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Repremands and Reparations.

My thoughts are glued to the phone;

with the same stuff that I use to
Repair my [broken] heart. 


  I'm waiting for words of wisdom,
  To inspire my imagination , and help it from straying through
  The thorn bushes of pain.

I wish apathy was like a drug,
  So I could inject it my system,

And keep from regretting
  Every thing that I've said.

(Maybe recycle all of my unused words
  That I keep choking on.)
That way these landfills wouldn't grow so high.





  I want to recycle my heart,
  That way these feelings wouldn't
  Trash up the place [so high],
    (Like Broken lace and dreams.)




My fingers melt underneath your touch,
And my mind hides underneath your thoughts,

But I can't seem to get these ideas out of my head,
After I hear your words.


    Perfection sleeps Under soundtracks,
    And the brainwashing's already begun.


I'm hiding with words,
Because I can't find anything better to defend myself with,

And I'm hoping that this will all be over with,
After I open my


  Eyes. 

Author notes

Wow, I'm writing a lottttttttt. o.O
I haven't written in forever! >.>


(lol. So I entered it into a contest. ;D)
-They Say [Shannon]. <3

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  • aanika
    August 28, 2008
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    haha, you already know what I liked in this poem
    cause I commented before
    but I liked your fresh write for this contest even better!
    nice write though, love.
    <3


  • innocence jaded.xx
    August 24, 2008

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    Wow, this is incredible. I love how you wrote this. I can relate so well. You penned such a common feeling that many are able to relate to. Wonderfully written.

    -I want to recycle my heart,
    That way these feelings wouldn't
    Trash up the place [so high],
    (Like Broken lace and dreams.)
    ...

    That was probably one of my favorite stanzas of the poem. They are so deep & powerful, also full of emotion. Thanks for entering & good luck ! ♥

  • aanika
    August 19, 2008

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    I'm hiding with words,
    Because I can't find anything better to defend myself with,

    And I'm hoping that this will all be over with,
    After I open my


    Eyes.

    *jaw drops*
    flawless.
    honestly.
    ENTER THIS INTO A CONTEST.

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