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On a psychedelic journey through my head
and it's a jungle in there
by my--i u--k i
36 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 11 7:41 PM 2008
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"i love you" is nearly offensive in its simplicity and lack of distinction
how can it cover what i feel for the one i'd call my soulmate, the one i'd marry if the time was right
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talking with you is like pouring my heart out into a cup with a hole on the bottom
so that the more i tell you the emptier i am
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this need i once felt is more like lust
insatiable
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because I'm choking you
hand on your throat
by my--i u--k i
11 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 10 8:56 AM 2008
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blue lips
his hand on my throat
by my--i u--k i
20 lines, 8 comments,
on Jan 10 8:52 AM 2008
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no sadness from the past this year
regrets are overrated. i'll
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I was alone. he came. and I'm not alone anymore.
and through it all...I've been a writer. Please read.
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this poem is better left untitled
because i don't know what to say
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I’m trying to explain, but there’s nothing to say
so I let my actions speak louder than words
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The thoughts in my head are so crowded they’re turning violent
it's like watching a fast paced boxing match on dial-up
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i gotta be truthful eventually but i guess i can hide, I have permission to hide, just for one more day, minute, year, second, hour, lifeti
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Do you remember?
Last year, I had my first taste of middle school
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I grab my needle, knife and blade smile politely at those I’ve slayed
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I killed myself today or was it yesterday
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I thought he was pure
but nothing is that perfect
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Should I write it onto paper or carve it into stone
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No matter how clear the rest of his face I can’t remember what vivid hue
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pour it onto paper, stained with red ink
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You make me sick my head reels when I see you
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You lose yourself _ Backwards progression
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I pour my soul onto paper
it's the only way I know how
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Silver sunshine You give me life
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You may not know it yet,
but I love you, Chris
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I am not equel
to the sum of my report card
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Every once in a while,no matter what's going wrong in my life,
I like to put on a mask of happiness
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she only loves me
when she knows I can’t do it myself
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it's raining again,
pounding down in waves so thick
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Never quite accepted,
never quite insane,
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I guess I'm just a 14-year-old
crazy silly smart girl
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The low, wavering notes
as the bow is drawn
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Why can't I
go through life
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