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Heavy footsteps pound buried in my head Trying not to hear the screaming
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Scott randomly called me at 4:30 pm or so, Leaving a message to ask me to be his company
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Her eyes tell of the fortress winds that cast upon her soul How the sand crumbles beneath the tiding waves
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Her words peeling from her heart Seeing her emotion starting to fall apart
by The Otep
24 lines, 3 comments,
on Apr 20 9:22 PM. In Personal, Thoughts, Sad, Pain, Dark, Abuse, Death, My own style, Lost in thought
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Eddie dreamed of rockin’ at the House of Blues Dream chasin’ right after he finished high school
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by The Otep
18 lines, 16 comments,
on Dec 22 8:57 PM 2008. In Personal, Adult, Pain, Dark, Death, Lost love, Hate, Depressed, Abstract
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Where is my punk rock love? my mohawked love,
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Where is my punk rock love?
my mohawked love,
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Casting gaze upon hollow, darken eyes
From a beast that rapes the soul so sly
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City lights, city streets passing by The feeling in the block you can’t deny
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With angel’s grace and fairy’s magic unseen
A pretty face, shining eyes to show the stars
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At a old merchant’s window she spied The beautiful but dormant violin caught her eye
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A poem about killing the old self and birthing into a new creation...
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Happy Sweet Sixteenth Birthday…
To a very special Punkalious Princess
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by The Otep
74 lines, 9 comments,
on Jun 18 4:09 PM 2008. In Love, Sad, Pain, Spiritual, Adult, Death, Depression, Lost love, Romance
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Moonlight glistens misty upon a elder stage
As we flighty dance waltz as ghosts
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For Nicole
June 4th, 2008
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Sitting along a lonely dust filled highway
Thinking to himself, ‘Come whatever may’
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Sweet child, of lost hope and despair
You shall be comforted in the arms of care
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American Girl
I’m on the outside, I’m looking in
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“Shadow”
Desolate is the core of my existence
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This dream is forever shattered
Lost in the pool of sorrow
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Dissect ourselves and spread out our judgmental and hypocritical disease
Hating those that are lost, cursing them as we please
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Why can’t everything just go away
And come back to torture me another day
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In the deepness of the night
Waits her love and delight
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In a sanctuary
The heavy heart, alone she carry
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Sitting here with pen in hand
Filled with thoughts I do not quiet understand
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