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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:33 pm
this was written as a spoken word piece, and I never read yelled it to anyone but myself. it looks stupid on paper, and it swears...*ahem*...alot....so...sorry...
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"Scars."
He says..."Baby, let's look at the stars."
I said "Hell no. Let's look at these scars
That you left on my lips my heart and arms."
But you think you were never there.
But this SLUT learned a lesson.
You taught me to wear my bruises like a brand new skin,
You taught me to fight again.
You taught me that when I wanted to be pretty,
I could pull back these ******** scars.
Rip this ******** skin to shreds and start again.
With this warrior paint you handed me,
Because you taught me to fight again!
I am a warrior now!
And I painted murals,
To portray this twenty three hour tradgedy!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:54 pm
So we're the goth kids.
Beautiful four of us,
Stuck in some hot room,
Rocking out to guitar hero.
"Damn the orange!" You laugh. We laugh.
But then SHE comes in. You hide your face from Basket Case. We know what it's like. We hold you close, so she can't steal you.
Your smile fades and your eyes are one colour for once. Her tortured hair flails behind her, not even it wants to be near her, as she flounces by in pink. I smell her horrid perfume and you cough loudly.
"She's such a pompice a**."
"Sanctimonious p***k if you ask ******** her."
"Who's Basket Case?"
"Some ******** up guy." You say, unaware of our nickname for your stalker.
"Is it ugly?"
"Yes."
"Does it look like her?"
"Now that you mention it...huh. Yeah."
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