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oh everything Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 10:25 pm
WITH BIG SPACES,
Y / Y?
watch out.:
it is a wanting thing,
a silly thing....but if it comes
to it, I will name you.....mine
and rewrite all the words you ever said
it is a domesticated beast,
but still there with sharp teeth as a
warning. take a chance, she said, but
I kicked her off my shoulder soon after and
nodded quietly with the little pale girl
who whispered safer words
it is a dream, an epic
I made us a life....I wonder if you danced
with my soul in centuries gone by
but it’s too good to be true, isn’t
that right?......and even so, I don’t blame
you for forgetting
it is a daily thing,
just a moment that freezes
with sets of eyes so different....and a minor
brain spasm......heart thump
................................................beat.
now be on your way and wonder what the hell that was about. it may be true
that actions speak louder than words but
we are young and dumb and our actions
don’t really know what to say.
titled sunken, because KRISUSU STOLE the title "true story" which I have been waaaaiting to use. but oh well, lulz.
you are a coward. I am oh so terrifying I know, that you need euphoria
to block me out;...your past.....evidence of your..however short-lived
innocence....I miss that boy.....but I don’t miss you....you’re insolent
insufferable......and in someone else’s dreams. someone else’s
eyes. you’re a used artifact....your shine is all gone and instead
covered with fingerprints....cold germs. who wants to look
at that? who wants to stare into the face of
“hello, I’m a ******** up” anymore? every last joint carved
into your skin.....there isn’t anything hidden in your eyes
and me neither, not anymore. just remember that I am
a glass half-full and spinning further from this town. just
remember to look both ways before you cross the street
stranger danger......wear a helmet........remember what
mother told you because I am not going to pick you up
off the street any more. I will find perfection in flaws, but
not yours.....not anymore.
Friendly not-tearing-me-to-pieces critique is happy fun for everyone, riterite? 8D
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 5:37 am
♥. somewhere, maybe you'll be thinking of me. I looooove them!
SUPAR LOVEEEE.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
MAKE A PORTFOLIO OF YOUR WRITINGS!
then make a book!
I like the inability for me to see your train of thought in this, like you came up with things at random and then just placed them together eloquently.
C8thinking of how we could be.
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oh everything Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:26 am
BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.
AND THAT WOULD PROBABLY INCLUDE MY PARENTS STUMBLING ACROSS MY WORK AT SOME POINT AND MAKING FROWNY FACES AT ME.
it's not like I can publish something behind their backs (though we all know I would try.) xD
(and who would take a 14 year old seriously?)
that's funny though because these are probably the two most straight-forward poemz I have written recently. xD
though I did change the phrasing on the first line from
"you're a coward. you can't face me unless you're high"
so yeah. I just thought that sounded awkward.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 8:19 am
♥. somewhere, maybe you'll be thinking of me. Listen up you FAGGOTTTTTTTTT.
Print the poems out per page, yannow? Then like, find some clear pocket sleeves binder thingies (or I could give you some) and then just keep them in a binder. And once you do have like, enough of them to make a book (say like, 50-100 or so) talk to me because I have websites in which you can publish your work. Like, teen publishers if you will.
And I doubt your parents would make frowny faces at you!
SERIOUSLY. :C
I'd be proud if you were my kid. You're a beeeeeeeast.
Now I need to go play some superawesome oldskewl gaymes.thinking of how we could be.
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