So little to say. So many ways to say it.
So we catch our breaths in fabrications and we suck the pretense from our words.
Yearning hearts and yearning minds are far deadlier than yearning bodies.
I'm finally figuring out what matters.
So we catch our breaths in fabrications and we suck the pretense from our words.
Yearning hearts and yearning minds are far deadlier than yearning bodies.
I'm finally figuring out what matters.
- Last seen on Jun 23 9:28 PM 2008. Member since October 2, 2004.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 425 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "dont hunt what you cant kill".
- I am a 18 year old girl (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- Visit my homepage at not-to-be.diaryland.com
- I am in the groups A HowtoGiveConstructiveCriticism Group
- I have 425 comments, 1 column, 95 poems, 25 stories
My Poetry
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Please take my lungs
they’ll serve you badly -
there are wisps of irony
in your frown -
i'm feeling hopeless again
sinking in that sense of defeat
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She took a drag of her cigarette. It was cool. Warm but cool. And soothing. Smoke seeped out her nostrils. She tapped the white cylinder, sending black snowflakes to the ground
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candyinchelsea on August 20, 2006i dont know
i think we need to be happy as well
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MissingAuthor2 on January 6, 2006♥
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Cryptic Divinity on September 26, 2005thanks for the commit
u are a swome poet yourself
