Bodhi

By technicolor girl on June 12^th 2009, evening time.
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Your standing there,
Quater to three,
I'm leaving my mind,
I'm setting you free,

This is were it all began,
And this is were it will end,
I'm missing you so very much,
And It's just about to begin.

Wind whisteling,
Your shining eyes,
Your smile

I brightens my day,

The play-fights we have,

That others never get,
We exchange a smile,

Then hide it between our lips.

Your words

They make me smile

And I want to hold you near,
But we
Are not together always,

They

Are closer to you.
And I'm so
Far.


Can you still see me?
Is the glass fogging,
Too quickly?

I can't hear your voice,
Your face is there
When I close my eyes,
Where are you right now?

Are you thinking of me, too?

Your little acts

Show your love

But right now
I can't show it back.

But right now,
I'm worrying

That you might just be

Exactly what I hate;
What I've become

Because of the person

That made us.

I struggle
With everyday things;
Trying to break the block she built;
And I know
She's building that wall,
Surronding you,
Just like she did me,
And I worry;

My God,
Your growing up.

Wasn't it yesterday?
Mommy came home
With the little basket
And I didn't like it,
That I wanted to
Send it back?

I want that
Basket of blue blankets
And two grey blue eyes
Staring
Wondering
Learning;
Back.

I want those summer days
Dancing with you
Back

I want
Your smiles
Back

I want you
To Want
To read me Goosebumps
And Horror Street
Aloud
Back

I want
Who you and I were
Back



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I want you

By im just human on June 13^th 2009, lunch time.
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im want you
donot leave me alone
the life without you ,like sky without stars
come please
i need you
to you hug
to you smile
im alone
i cant put in my mind you are die
even your grave is behind me


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new love hate

By aimiemai on June 13^th 2009, lunch time.
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So it comes to this moment, this decision. Is it what i want or need? Will my soul indeed be freed? This step i take my life to make a new begining to a new ending - sending me along the new path neither considered nor before trodden. All new - the start of a new way to be - my way. Today i say how it should be. Come along and play with me. Let's find the way to be today. Let's go somewhere where we can play. Play with time our lives to save to be brave and bold not like the old. The new is here my love my dear have no fear. It's us we choose to use and abuse our bodies for the pleasure pain are we insane? Lets play again - a new refrain the same old game with much to gain. Be my other, another lover not the one who came here today - he's gone away - replaced by the demon you have become in your desire which drives you to commit the crimes you hold within your twisted soul. Your goal my life to take from me as you fulfil your fantasy. To hurt and watch me fade and die before your eyes. to watch that life drain from my face as you fill me with your love of hate.

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My Dear Friend: Thank You For Making Me Depressed

By hamza23 on June 13^th 2009, evening time.
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What have I done that I feel depressed?
Out of no where feeling rejected
If you had told me then that would have been great
But not knowing why makes it even worse
Tell my heart a clue
Give it to me now I want to know
Before this fire burn my heart
Why did you turn at me?
For no reason given to me
Or even a clue about what’s going on
Are you really a friend,
When you leave your best friend with no clue?
Leaving me in the dark knowing nothing
Is there anything I can explain to you?
Is there a way to prove the truth?
Why wouldn’t you tell me like I do to you?
I never kept anything from you
Told you every single thing happens
Even if it was a personal gossip about you
True sometimes I am stubborn and mad
But I will always do look back and say
“Wow it really made a difference”
But my question to you now is
Why did you change?
Isn’t what I did enough?
Is it someone that stopped you?
Who’s that and why?
Look dear, the night is going to be long now
Thinking about nothing but what I did
I have done nothing new
But wanting to know what’s wrong
Is it something I said before?
Or is it something I did before
Is it the way I act?
Is it my way of talking?
What is it?
I think we solved that long time ago
What the hell is new now?
You are acting too weird
That makes me wish I never spoke
That makes me wish I never did a thing
Why are you punishing me without giving me a clue?
My will now is to die in peace
Sine my life was a disaster
Death might be more truthful
THAN YOU ARE

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stupid

By metanoia on June 14^th 2009, the wee hours.
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that was not me
on the other end
of the telephone
it was your own
reanimated voice
curving to your calling

and it was not me
under your body,

writhing in fake
external moans;
it was just a
marionette

the strings are your own
you tie them to your fingers to remind yourself
of who

you believed

I should be.

And it was not me
who called your name
who painted my face
who shaped my body

it was you.





All you.

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Untitled

By The-Scene-One on June 14^th 2009, lunch time.
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when he left my heart was broken
waiting for those 3 words to be spoken
he thinks i'm doing well
but really i'm going threw hell
i could have loved him forever
and he'll love me never
i've never had a fear
but my biggest fear is one single tear
i don't get why he's gone
so now i'm listening to a stupid love song

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Summertime lowercase

By KidVonPurple on June 15^th 2009, early evening.
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he promised to come back. i believed it would all be cherry icecream, and whipcream.
then she tore him away. that stupid woman that calls herself his mother. took him away to some far off place.
so what did i do?

went home.
sat at the computer, turned on some music that mommy dearest doesn't like.

REFUSED to cry.

So my night went on as a desperate attempt to keep it all together. The family around me sick, coughing, and annoyingly supportive. I had to leave in a few days, and likely as not she told me he would be back the day i left. of course!

what would life be like if he had stayed? would we be happily cuddled together on the bed? would he have whispered 'i love you' just once more in my ear? would it all have been sweetness and pie?
well, how would i know?

he is gone for the summer, and i am desperately trying to hold back my flood of emotions.

but, i love him, and will definitely be back in two months to tell him so.


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By tibsy25 on June 17^th 2009, terribly early in the morning.
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well i must say i have hidden secret i love to met new people and experiment with my life i'm young and like to enjoy i mean come on who doesn't but the thing is shoul i be growing up now
should i be more responsible am i really such a bad person for enjoying sharing pleasure with others i mean we've all done it
i once made a comment that i would love to share something with everyone atleast once and that porn would be my ideal profession its not of course that was just a joke but i mean im not bad am i just because im a girl with a high sex drive i mean men do it all the time and they get a pat on the back why is it different for me
seriously can anyone tell me whay it has to be different for me

anyway its all just wishfull thinking those days are gone and i do miss them but why should i feel like society would disapprove if i were to treturn to my patying days and nights


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By XxrockxXxgirlxX on June 22^nd 2009, early morning.
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finally that darned timer works
it'll never be the end of me
only the beginning of some crazzy spiraled words

who would've known I would have turned up like this?
I wonder if secretly children know that they will end up so different and corrupted from the beginning

oh well
life goes on

maybe I am just messed up

damn
the muse is gone
but I can't stop
talking
and telling the world things they don't want to hear
what?
I can't hear you
I'm in my own world
and my own place

now what?
do I spill it all and wonder when the world comes and accepts me for who I am?
I really do

rainbows
puppies
kittens
young life
or lives should I say

she stares at me from the doorway
begging with her eyes
for something more than all of this insanity
sanity is overrated
so I'll never stop

I wrote for you
but you tore me down
what do you expect?
expect me to walk right into your arms again?


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Some and Something

By kathrynguyrocks on June 22^nd 2009, lunch time.
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Some girls might be intimidated by his stride, by his blonde hair and blue eyes, might be held captive by his smile. Some girls might share his dreams of farms in lands of ever after and children and homegrown hobo pies with bonfires and nights out at local pubs where the women are fine and the men are roudy. Some girls may see the romance - the adventure - when he drives a little fast, cuts corners a little close - a little rebellious and on probation. Some girls may see his quiet conversations, his familiar phrases and anecdotes charming - his gazes as delightfully mysterious as his mind. But unlike some, I find something unimpressing in the typical teenage preoccupation with wasteland Unlike some, I find something shattering in his steady gaze and ways something startling in his calmness. Unlike some I find something annoying in his boyish tendencies something strange about his ordinary. Something that makes me want to scream at him to call him names to his face and my sheer volume my honest blatancy to make him cry. I want to make him cry then to pat him on the back for - for once - producing something honest and true.

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flow me up

By K. on June 23^rd 2009, terribly early in the morning.
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The big pen and the ribbon of daisys are hatching on the riverbanks of the square where the doolittles play.
In a dream she saw the true eye of darkness and rememberd that she had to paint her star over and over again.
Without hesitation a rat stumbled upon a tree in the meddow where the angels lie and tricked one of them to gather stones sparkeling and sane to controle the right hand theme of the lonely blues going by.
So, without darkness, the spy choked on the healdic greenhouse and went back to africa to hang it high.
In the other side of me... a haze of blueis and pain... right down the drain... searching for a grownup way to say I LOVE and without the hesitation

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Family Roles

By Simba1994 on June 24^th 2009, mid-afternoon.
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Children are the expostanal componet for the loss of everything and the gain of so much more.
Being a father to that child is the fulental misguidence of the mistakes all have made in there life... as the child grows and does the same mistake as those individuals has done before.
Being a mother is the heavenly expotenal longtivity and cando situation in this world full of mistakes and government controled suystem... as she raises her child to grow up and love this system.

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MPr

By xXJuggaloxNinjaXx on June 25^th 2009, early evening.
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Dear Mom,
I miss you so very much and when you don't pick up the phone when i call all day it scares me a lot. Ive lost my great grand mother and i dont wanna lose you, i know that you are doing the things i dont like and it really bothers me. I just dont wanna lose you because we've been through so much and we have lots of memories. It would just kill me if anything ever happened to you.
Love your only son,
Jerome

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breakfast of the broken

By siso on July 1^st 2009, early morning.
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this is the time
when i tip toe
into the minds's kitchen
when all is quiet
to drink for the fridge
of my own thoughts

my night cap is a song
hummed by my heart
i listen in silence
trying to put some words to its tune

yes, it was in June
when the acacia thorns
pricked my bare feet
and wow, i still bleed.



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Engraved

By Timm483 on July 2^nd 2009, late at night.
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Your name is engraved all over my heart,
Thank god time is slowly eroding it away!!!
But its crumbling too slow!
I thrash my hands against it and try to beat it off the spot,
I cough up shrill screams to try to shatter it!
But nothing is working
Out of frustartion I bang my head on this statue hoping it will take out your memory and make you leave my dreams.
But its not working. nothing is working!!!!
My brains are hanging loose on my ears
My hands are crushed,
My voice is gone,
And your still there!



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lkdnhgkhkjhg

By Autophobia on July 4^th 2009, terribly early in the morning.
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Randomeness GO!
hi
hey whats up
nm just talking to myself
really aweosme me too
haha i told myself to go fuck itself and it did but it was like a one man orgy xD
o wow im not that crazy
WTF realy i though you were
how?
welll your me and im me and so is me and me
o
ye ahahaha a crazy
hey, im not crazy
yes u r im crazy and im u n u r me and we all will be
stfu
hey fine i willl n then u will too cause im u
w/e * gives u the finger*
ahaha dumbass i control the hands u just gave me the finger iwth ur toe
w.e does it matter
yes bye

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following in my parents footsteps

By andrea17 on July 13^th 2009, early afternoon.
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You know the crap that all the grown ups seem to never give up on telling us every awkward moment? Yea, That's always how i remember people,grown ups.I'm a pretty young person.Fifteen looking for a place in the world. My parents are the typical Mexican divorced pair, trying to prove to their children that they aren't as selectness as they show through their actions. We know whats what. Of course, we are young ,but we know. And when you take your child out and kneel to their every wish you're only trying to buy them..not good. Give love and give affection, but also give space and help. As kids we grow up knowing and following partly in our parents steps,and along the way we find ourselves. But when we look in a mirror the reflection is quite similar as to which of our parents. I love my parents, and they make my blood hot sometimes but i know they'll always be there for me...they kind of have to.

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hunters moon

By Blackphoenix12155 on July 13^th 2009, early evening.
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mere mortal, mighty hunter, hearty eater
caring brother of women, lover of men
adoration of the god’s above would bring
untimely and oh so cruel bitter end

fair virgin goddess, who as a child did climb
into the lap of Zeus her aim to excise
six wishes, and so the virgin child emerged
a woman, whose beauty shadowed even earth

a chance meeting in a lush and verdant glade
their hounds ahead deftly picking up the scent
of a graceful beast forever now condemned
to meet demise at skilful hunters' hands

his gaze averted on recognition of
the virgin goddess, so chaste and fair of face
a kindred spirit at once she did espy
the hand of friendship offered, he accepted

and so they became companions of the hunt
shared challenges by day and nightly huddled
by fire, bared their souls, shared their secrets
and through darkness they clung to one another

she his crescent moon, his equal and his friend
he her fellow hunter, truthful confidant
together they lay in one another’s arms
till her brother’s suspicious eyes lay upon

his sister who when waking went on her way
his plan already formed in his twisted mind
putting on his mask and sitting by the fire
he set about seduction of her fair friend

flattered by attention of the golden god
the hunter let down his guard and he did lay
beside the fair Olympian in the shade
and to the golden god gave himself away

the golden god, not prepared to share his prize
sent a scorpion to visit in his dream
the hunter who on waking soon realised
this nightmare in fact reality concealed

fully wakened fear now in the hunter’s eyes
the beast at his heels he fled into the sea
the brother not yet finished with his scheming
convinced the girl twas a mortal enemy

she shot her arrow, her aim so straight and true
and unknowingly she slew her dearest friend
too late now when she finally knew the truth
the gates of Asphodel Fields he did descend

his body now she plucked from sylvian grave
and placed among the stars for all men to see
the complex friendships men and women do share
while she for all eternity now would grieve

she rained upon the scorpion certain death
and with anger set the slain beast in the sky
so all who saw would always be reminded
of treachery that within false lovers lies

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tragedy

By something.more on July 23^rd 2009, late evening.
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there are over 6 billion people in the world at this moment. every single one of those 6 billion plus people has experienced tragedy at one time or another; be it through a relatives memories, through their own eyes and hearts. to some this tragedy means little, but to the unfortunate ones who feel it much too greatly, it means the world. these unfortunate ones come in many different forms; there are those who are standing at this moment at the bedside of someone they love watching them perish, there are others who feel the hurt of never saying goodbye, and yet there are others who regret their goodbyes. those who regret the goodbyes are those who cannot forget the look in the eyes of the one they loved, the look of pain and fear; the look of desperation.
right now- someone is finding out someone died, another person is looking into the pleading eyes of someone too close to death to come back. at this very moment someone is mourning their pain, this tragedy of some sort that has effected their lives, while some other person somewhere else entirely is running from their pain, hiding their heart; afraid to ever love again. in another place someone is forgetting their tragedies and moving on as if they never happened, while another person is experiencing the hurt that one bestows for the first time.

this is life; tragedy, and pain, hopelessness and pleading. it hurts more than we'd like. but one way or another we make it through.

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By karaharapriya on September 22^nd 2009, early evening.
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Met my daughter at the airport
Just married. Happy. preparing for exams
Sweet and independent
Full of quiet strength and resolve
I can see her so her own woman
The distance between me and her
A kind of comfort- that is what I want
Loving her from my perch
Watching her soar
Watching her soar

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