WHY!!!!!!!!!!!

By Amberpettaway on June 10^th 2009, early evening.
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WHY IS IT ME OR IS IT THE WIND
ALWAYS ME TO BE BLAMED FOR NOTHING I HAVE DONE.

WHY CAN'T I BE FREE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.

WHY DOES SHE GET WHAT SHE WANTS BUT i CAN'T >
iT'S NOT FAIR .
i WANT TO DYE MY HAIR
" NO" MOM SAYS
"MOMMY CAN I HAVE MY HAIR DYED" LILTTLE TROBLE MAKER SAYS.
"OF COURSE SWEET HEART WHAT EVER YOU WANT " MA SAYS.
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WHY CAN'T I BBE FREE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.

wHY CAN'T THE SPIRTS JUST PICK ME AND TAKE ME WITH THEM .
IS IT ME OR AM I CRAZY
BUT TO RUNAWAY ABOUT TO DIE.
JUST TAKE UP AND LET ME FLY BECAUSE SURELY THE SPRITS HAVE A BETTER LIFE THAN ME.
WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ME.


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liberty

By DancingRed on June 10^th 2009, late at night.
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funny,
the way we cannot write the way we used to.

probably

because the moon
was once heavy
to a bulging foetus;
dove-wings trapped-
thrashing, throbbing
against the inner skin

and with this
red-white-red-white pulse
of flesh and fruit,
(the beat of woman)
words came oh-so easy, we bubbled, we surged:
by midnight we multiplied poetry-
ugly and fruitful.

but when life bursts
from the wound
(imagine the wet lips gaping, parting)
and a flare of white careens through open sky-
the struggle has ended,

the words feel meaningless again.

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why

By Beautiful emo on June 11^st 2009, mid-afternoon.
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i cant take it any more why did god give the baby and then take it frome it was like he ripped my heart out n puy in a blender i dont undersatnd why i lost my baby i herd the heart beatting and then i thought i finally relized my piont of living or being a live and then the heart beat stoped and then i was lost again he took it from me what was it did to deserve all this pain i cryed my self asllep 3 week in a row and could eat y would you yo do this to me y

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Dream? Shock? Reality...

By StarEyes on June 11^st 2009, evening time.
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A dream...
total shock...

how many feelings
can one person have at a time?

An angel stepped into my life,
while another was whisked away.

Which one is more powerful,
I have no idea...

Both sending me into a tailspin of reality...

How? Why?

Which way to turn?

I think I like the dream state better...

I think I will stay here until
my dream can be my reality...




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Pigeons

By BloodyRose92 on June 12^th 2009, the wee hours.
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I want it all to just go away. It's stupid to say, but i've pondered this thought for a while now. The thing is, I don't want to feel the way I do about you. I want to be numbed to everything like I use to be. But, you've come and woken up my nerves to this awful reality that is me. The fact is you and another made me realize that I wasn't perfect. I'm not anything that my friend, my family, or anyone think I am. I'm just a guy, who hates to fight, but loves the stinging feel of the blows on his skin. A man who doesn't love how it feels to be hated, who doesn't hate the feeling of being loved but he's somewhere in the middle. A boy who's just...just complicated. I don't want to let you go, but at the same time I want to set myself free. I wanna put you in a cage until my wings finally grow so that you and I can fly together. You see, to me you've always been the bird that I couldn't catch. In this parking lot called my love life you've always been the pigeon I couldn't get my hands on in the least. All the others just came to me, like a fish to bait, but you didn't bite. So, I just sit here. I'm in my car, with the old tunes blasting, waiting on the day that you float back into my parking lot. But, let's face facts...you've moved on. Now that all the trash is picked up from here, you've moved to another parking lot to feed you're heart more crap that people just throw on the ground. But, you are and have always been worth more than that.

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pain

By Darkness-Within on June 12^th 2009, lunch time.
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i took you over the one i loved
cause i thought i loved you more,
but now it seems
that all i was was another person at your door

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inside me

By doodlebug1234 on June 12^th 2009, lunch time.
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close my eyes
inhale
deeper
deeper
feel it rattling the bones
inside my sallow skin
feel it churning the naucious hate
wriggling between my skin and muscles

exhale
like blowing cigarette smoke
through key holes
so much to release through such a small space

snatch fertile glimpses
through the peek-hole into my mind
there's only mutilated phrases
and foolish tear drops in there
don't go
it even scares me a sometimes.

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The Tornado of Life

By TMPlovely on June 12^th 2009, late at night.
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Free Me
Let Me Go
Trapped let me be free

I don't mean hurt you
I don't mean to yell
I say this
Becuase I love you

I hate this world
The hate I feel
unfairness trickles down
like a thunderstorm
Let me go
Let me be free

Boom
a thunderstorm
trickling
Falling
Never hitting the ground
whistling
howling
wind
blows through
taking things down in its path
not caring
what it tears what it shatters
The tornado that is my life
Let me go
Let me be free
Spare me the pain.

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spring air

By snakewatcher on June 13^th 2009, the wee hours.
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Even in the dark of night
I feel the breath of light
A smell of Spring, and then I'm there
Sweet and calming, welcoming air.

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Space and Time

By jsn7717 on June 13^th 2009, the wee hours.
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Time
And Space
They float all around me
I feel still and alone
I feel so forgotten
Where has time gone?
Where is my place
Why am I left out
Of time and space
They seem to hate me
I never can see
What happend to the world
What happened
What happened
If there was nobody
Here to console me
Would there be a person
To find my dead body?
Where are the people
Who said that they loved me
They made so many promises
They could not keep
Where is my mother
My father
My sister
My brother
My best friend
All have abandoned
Becausee I chose uniquely
Although not so wise
I chose my own destiny
They pin me up like a picture.
A single moment
in space and time.

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the lad that i love

By leannelovindanny on June 13^th 2009, lunch time.
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the way i feel
the way i look
makes me upset
makes me feel good
make me cry
makes me hurt
makes me hold in all that could hurt
but when i colse
my eyes i see you there you put that smile back on to my face
but when i look back and see you there
oh who much i wish that you were there
so i close my eyes and picture
then you come up behind me and
give me a big hug.

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God please hear my cry!!

By DeSiBoO14 on June 14^th 2009, the wee hours.
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What im feeling is nothing but pain
my family is all seperated
the only man i would ever call dad (my step dad)
is in jail once again
my mom struggling more than ever
got two brothers in prison
a sister in the navy
and other siblings all living their own lives
one of my good ass friends someone i call my cousin is now in a group home because her dad hits her
it always seems like my life is fucked up
something good happens then two bad
all i want is to get my family straight
i pray and ask the lord to bring them happiness


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By Oct994ever on June 14^th 2009, mid-morning.
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whats gonna happen?is it over?why is this all happening?the questions haunt my heart and leave a blanket of darkness over my soul

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i was wrong...

By carrots on June 15^th 2009, early evening.
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i thought you were coming..
i thought i was going to see you
but then i asked you and
you said no..i felt like my heart shattering
i was really waiting for this moment you know
and now the opportunity has passed by i
feel like there isnt going to be a next time


i feel as my tears are slipping
they cannot be stopped because
of this hurt i have been feeling since i found out
your answer..its all bottled
up inside trying to come out.
i thought it was going to be the best day ever
but it came out to be the worst day


i guess its never going to happen then
i guess were never going to have a second chance
i thought i would look into your eyes
and say i love you
but...i just dont see it that way anymore
my imagination is gone
because of that one word


it has obliterated my happiness..
i see no happines
i cant see..my tears
blurr out my vision
i guess your sorry but this knife has already
wounded me and i forgive you..
but its too late

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Wat a day i'm sitting here in the sun wat a day

By Hallowed.Affliction on June 16^th 2009, the wee hours.
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Oh i just feel kinda tired and completely sucky!!!!!Skool sucks, I hate my english teacher mr.hutchings he's such a bore, he hates me and always picks on me and calls me emerald, when i think I must have asked him at least ten freakin times 2 call me emmy!!!!!!!!!!He SUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKSSSSS!!!!!! He is so burnt out, monotonous, energy sucking, worn, frail, tiresome , withered, complete, old, FAG!!!!!!!!!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I used to love english class until he came unlong, and fucking ruined it for me, now im ditching it in year thirteen!!!!GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
On another note, I had an okay day. Fab tech was fun. Miss.Grant detests me thoroughly, just because I happen to talk more than the average person. Ahh. Miss O'Carrol was quite nice, I like maths. I got Exelence on my test yeeeee.
Science was fun but miss.calver dons't like me anymore cos she caught me writing poetry during class, and she was bitchy towords me.Bitch. Wow, I have well exeded my time limit, and made many a grammatical and spelling error, so I best be off. Au revior!

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By jessica2009 on June 16^th 2009, late afternoon.
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your a fucking twat i hate you for that fact
you said such shot to me and all that we could ever be little did i know you would never really truely mean. i mean who an earth does what you did on our first date? were you that desperate you couldnt even wait? and then you have the cheek to tell me not even to my face that you dont like me in that fucking way? who does that anyway? sombody pretty lame! well take drugs go out and fuck and see who will have the last laugh! what yo uthink you can have anyone you want?> you can ffol any slut slut with your charm? get over yourself your a shit head and only deserve the slut with slutty names! fuck you fuck face. i hate you hate you hate you hae you

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Thoughts

By AnAverageGirl on June 16^th 2009, evening time.
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Let it out?
Where do I start?
I'm scared of the future,
The past is upsetting,
Now I should cherish,
But still I'm too busy.
I'm stuck in the past,
I focus on future.
The presents a gift,
But I don't want it.
I miss the days when he held me tight,
I miss the times I thought it was all right.
I even miss the other guys,
The ones I've left behind.
I miss the friends I never made,
And I miss the ones that have parted ways.
I'm scared of what will happen next,
I'm afraid of what I'll be.
One more year,
So short,
So long,
One more year,
And then I'm gone.
Now is where I need to be,
It's summer, so live it,
That's what I need.
I'm loving life,
Except for when I'm thinking,
Thinking of the future,
Thinking of the past.

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I can't be there for you...

By Arabella on June 21^st 2009, the wee hours.
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Dimitri is going to the psych ward. I know this, but can't go and see him. It is far away, I am far away, and though I know how much I mean to him and that he thinks he needs me, if I were to give in now he would think that he has me. He doesn't. I am not his. I am no one's, and I shall never be. I can't. I want to be wild and free. Once, when I was young and believed the fairy tales I wrote that "when the last unicorn dies, when the last waterfall dries, when the woods are all burnt to the ground then myself I shall drown before ever I'll let myself be conquered." He calls me his own, but I am the one that owns him. It's sad, truly it is. I don't want to own anyone. I want respect without fear, loyalty without need, and love that is not fawning. Apparently that doesn't exist. There is only the druggy and the drug dealer. I choose to never again be either. I will not be infatuated, nor will I allow myself to be someone's drug. I won't take their pain, because then I take the place of it for them...and once I leave, how will they cope?

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unfinished business

By metanoia on June 22^nd 2009, the wee hours.
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My conscience sits
thoughtfully in this wooden bench
and feels the wind stroke gently
against the grain

At times I pretend it is your hair,
soft as saint augustine in
the spring

or your lips
that trace burning circles
around my chest
as to mark the incision

---

day one

I mapped out the path
with a tree branch,
I plucked it from the deadest of trees

it's roots surfaced to the ground;

it reminded me of how
fish float to the surface
when they die,

so they can finally
look at god for the first time.

--

day two

I slept outside last night
the wind rattled me inside the tent
as if it were looking
for something

but I rested my thoughts on
these weeds and this sleeping bag.

I am reminded that gravity is stronger than love.

Or even pain, for that matter.
---

day three

I am lost.
I found a body beyond the thistle;

it's bones hollowed out for flies to live in charity.

I saw my face in the contrast of white
the empty eyes


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bad suituation

By ki-ki on June 22^nd 2009, early evening.
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i love him. he doesnt love me. he never did nor will he ever. i know i must face this and hold my head up strong. for everyday i will have to see him. smile with him, laugh and listen, thats my duty right now in this world to overcome the ridiculas emotion that is love. what a pathetic thing to do. i find it works most of the time, he's still there on my mind, but it doesnt change my day cause im used to him being there at this point. It's when i get a message from him is what sends it all flying. i know w what im thinking isnt real and its me fabricating patterns to what i would like to belive, but that happens naturally and then iv to remind myself of the cold hard facts that seem to be harder to get through my thick little head.and the moment i have dreaded since i first layed my eyes on him has happened. the other girl. turns out he kissed her ion the pub the other night while me and jay went looking for him.this inspires another herd of neroisies. good look its only going to get worse from here now.

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