My poetry is dark, i know no other way of writing. However, i enjoi reading happy poetry.
Im realli 16, not 18, i just wanted to see all poetry
all i do with my life is listen to music write and swim. my life is consumed by a water filled hell, where the toxin they used to slowly kill you is known as chlorine.
there is no help coming, no god to answer your prayers, you'll die alone tonight sweet child, but please, dont be scared
"girls vomit candy, and lies they've been fed"
I have a novel idea!
"let's have halloween on Christmas"
and one more thing the song that best represents me is a dresden dolls song, if you are not familiar with the dresden dolls... well, you need to become aquainted with them
www.dresdendolls.com
Dresden Dolls~
girl anachronism
you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me
and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
copyright 2002 amanda palmer
Im realli 16, not 18, i just wanted to see all poetry
all i do with my life is listen to music write and swim. my life is consumed by a water filled hell, where the toxin they used to slowly kill you is known as chlorine.
there is no help coming, no god to answer your prayers, you'll die alone tonight sweet child, but please, dont be scared
"girls vomit candy, and lies they've been fed"
I have a novel idea!
"let's have halloween on Christmas"
and one more thing the song that best represents me is a dresden dolls song, if you are not familiar with the dresden dolls... well, you need to become aquainted with them
www.dresdendolls.com
Dresden Dolls~
girl anachronism
you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me
and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
copyright 2002 amanda palmer
- Last seen on Nov 16 2:27 AM 2006. Member since September 26, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 120 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "If i were any older i would act my age".
- I am a 18 year old girl (USA)

- I am in the groups Used and Abused
- I have 120 comments, 16 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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She opens the jewelry box beside her bed. The colors within are so beautiful, reds and yellows, oranges and blues, to bad there is no jewelry left in the box.
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And then ill have someone
At least its not you -
How does one explain
Their own internal pain
My Stories
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I open my eyes and see nothingness. What i see is what i feel, nothing. It is almost as though i am in a euphoric state, that i know will soon be ending. Feeling nothing feels
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A Night to remember
Sylvia looks in the mirror and applies her blood red lipstick, just the way he likes it. "We'll see how much he likes it this time", she thinks and laug
Guest Book
1 - 2 of 2
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mystic oceania on February 2, 2005thanks for commenting on my author page good to find someone else from kansas around here your work is good mine sucks though
~mystic
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Seth on September 29, 2004Hi, Gabriel, name's Seth- Thank you for reading my poem "Loneliness Kills" and thank your also for your lovely comment.
And one other thing, your poem "Your Icy Heart" again, was an awesome piece!
Btw those lyrics are just awesome!
Later! ^_^
~Seth
Edited on Oct 04, 11:58 because 'I simply had more to say. -^_^-'.
