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Perpetually lostWould you like to hear my perpetual mantra?
It fills my head, at times like these.
Oh remember... Remember...
How I always forget
Until days, like these.
And again, again, my perpetual mantra.
Remember, remember, days like these...
Oh to stop the spinning words,
To clear my head with the smoke,
And to dull them with the sharp lines.
Just to forget what I never could remember.
So remember now, remember.
Because it's days like these,
When everything hides its cracks,
And even I cannot forget anything.
So can you hear it yet?
This perpetual remembering.
This constant mantra.
It's always at the end of the day
That I know it's t
dancefloors aren't my thingmy heart still belongs to you but I've
chained it up and away, terrified of
admitting dark secrets and iron cages
keep me here at night as I watch my
love tear the feathers from her wings.

my angels can't fly and neither can I
but it never stopped me from dreaming
of that comfortable while when I
only ever had you. when I loved you
I loved you I loved you I still love

you. and that very thought scares me
to my very core. reaching self
destruct but I can't tell anyone, I
can't tell anyone, my best kept secret
was always about this. I'd painted a

smile on my face years ago, and now
it's tear-stained and smudged and
fading in th
10. OpportunitiesOccasionally
opportunities
like hopeful actors
or perhaps prostitutes
present themselves to you
and hope you pick them.

The right chair
on the first freshman day
and bemoaning your lack of cellphone
to the only other person
without one.

A girl
standing alone in the doorway
tall and androgynous
and asking her
to meet this other girl
who you think she'll like.

A bed needing to be made
instead of a
welcoming ceremony,
making you late and locked out
of the crowd,
and striking up a conversation
about D&D
with someone as lost as you.

A look
at just the right moment
out toward the tables
instead of at their faces
and see
Dawn ChorusI close my eyes as the night abandons me,
And breathe into the space in between.
Into no man's land,
Into the blushing, grey sky.

Slicing through the dim silence,
A single singing voice,
Slips through my thin stitches.
She grabs hold of my heart
And squeezes.

I waver and swing deeper.
Tied down to this emptiness,
I dig my nails into your skin.
Let me go, let me go, let me go.
I whisper in denial.

But more sweet voices join the chorus.
And there is no forgetting,
There is no for-
-getting on now, fly higher.

In this grey light,
All we're left with are regrets.
They flutter hotly in my chest.
They cry out to join the feathe
phone calls and forgottenwhen I think of you it burns in my chest
and my clothes hide all the scars that I'm
so ashamed of. I went away for a little
while, but the strings that kept me tied
here pulled back any resistance. I feel like
a ghost of your bad memories, but this fire
doesn't want to go out. someone save me

before I burn out. if I let go of the anger,
what would be left of me? I want to walk
away, say goodbye, but there's still a
clone of me clinging to your memory and
sobbing so hard, so desperate never to
forget. I don't think I could ever forgive

but sometimes I just pretend it never happened.
one day I'll destroy myself one day I'll destr
The LoverI quietly walk into the room
I love to watch you sleep.
Your skin so soft and rosy
Fine lashes upon your cheeks.

I bathe in the afterglow of your touch
Of you I can not get enough.
The sheets are tangled around your legs
These are evidence of our making love.

These precious moments I cherish
You're peaceful, quiet and still.
Our lives are always so hectic,
Having this time is such a thrill.

Soon you will have to leave me
Because to me you do not belong.
For a while I'll go on without you
Kiss me softly and I'll remain strong.
I'm burning down and nothing"would you love me when I'm gone?"
I always promised myself just one more
day just one more day just one more
shot at making everything right. and
when I wasn't looking, life grabbed me by the horns and shook me free
live life live life live life love life and
nothing will ever stop you. never put
your heart on the line again, and life
will hand you all the happiness you
need. life as a poet is hard and wrapped with lines on the back of books
over and over and over and over and
out. all I will ever need is a handful
of hair and a couple more of "fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck this."
I used to let you wind me up and wat
A Song in BloodI dig a little deeper into the hole I've run,
trying to get (a little more) gone
from that voice; in the letter I burned
that asked, 'Why don't you fold, son?'

I'm all out of money and time.
I'd swear the whole world's on fire,
but I know it's just mine.

She should know pride is my sin,
and, No one's building roads across
the bridges I've left burned;  
about as likely to catch the wind.

I'm sorry if I'm still full of fight,
but forgiveness is too damn far
from my fingertips tonight.

I dropped my pistol along the way,
as my fingers are whittled to bone.
I press them into the letters, trying
to hear the last words sh
Harsh type against the whiteHe gazed at the words that stood before him upon the screen, black type harsh against the white. Collection of codes cast coldly in their composure. He knew the words held a sad reality, an inconvenient  truth.  He knew it was unfair to hate the words, the unfortunate messengers in these fair commune . No, he knew where the hate should lie, not with the herald but with himself. It was he who'd formed this letter, him who'd  revealed the sad, unfortunate fact. And deep inside, the flames of loathing self did burn, their cindering touch tickling, teasing, tormenting, touching  upon the strings og heart. And yet, through these flames, he knew st
Label MeNormal
Is the poison word
It taunts me with every thing I do,
Any label I am jokingly given
Any game or toy

Label me not,
With the evil generics
The deadly stereotypes
I beg you,
Do not tell me that I am the same

Different
Is the kindest word
So difficult to reach
Yet such a blessing to have
My necessity for sanity

Label Me
As separate from you and them
As me, and no one else
Using those kind synonyms
Even if they were created to hurt

For these words you have read,
Do not call me
Like others who are this or that
Please only compliment or criticize
With that kindest word
DesertLibre chevaucheur d'un destrier mécanique,
Je suis un cavalier à la course sans fin.
Pris dans le piège d'un voyage sans logique ;
Voyageur, fantôme, bandit de grand chemin,
Libre chevaucheur d'un destrier mécanique.

Je suis pourfendeur du silence des déserts.
Je suis une simple ombre : un démon de la route,
Un aventurier explorateur de mystères.
Les humains sédentaires m'ennuient, me dégoûtent,
Je suis pourfendeur du silence des déserts.

Je ne cherche aucune fortune ou autre gloire :
Mon seul désir reste de fuir le quotidien.
Ne souhaitant pas mourir idiot dans un m
loitering in shops and peoplemy eyes change colours depending
on my mood. when I cry they turn
green, it's tragic but beautiful. it's
hard to admit but I miss you I miss
you I miss how you used to make me feel

on top of the world, you pushed me
off. I can't forgive you I can't forgive
you I can't forget you and it eats me alive.
but I refuse to crawl back to you I can't
give in to you I can't beg you to want
me still. you can't love me you can't

love me you can't care much for me in
the end I hate you I hate you I hate you I

love you. and this still tears me apart
inside. that suffocating feeling that screams
"I need you I need you I need you I
can't l
I'm going down like trees andof all the things that could of happened,
you cuffed me and left me trapped and alone.
and your letters drag the wolves from
inside my heart and shot them outside. do
you work on your innocence or does it
come naturally? this whole process is made
easier by dressing you up as a villain, but it

was really all my fault wasn't it? I stopped
and stared at the sunlight in your hair for too
long. blinded by your beauty and dumbfounded
by love. you tore my paper-chain trust into
shreds. I don't forgive well. I don't forget well.

I can't look at you without seeing
a liar anymore. while I try to sleep at
night, your eyes haunt me, beg m
August ScarsCan you hear my bitter laugh now?
Like I went looking for this pain.
Like my conscience got
Beat up, tied up, silenced.

But watch on, the best is yet to come!
Sweetheart, can you feel the burn?
August left only victims.
I ripped up the paper cranes.
Let them scatter at my feet.

The heart has its reasons.
And I never had any.
No excuses, no words, no idea
Why nothing ever worked out,
When I loved you, like nothing else.

Is it easier to imagine it was all lies?
Like nothing I ever felt was real.
As untouchable as your skin.
That I craved so desperately.

It's all in tatters.
I want to reach down,
Stitch it all back together.
Stages of Suicide.Tonight I'd like to tear myself apart,
cut one huge slice, reach in there
and take all of it out.  It's all dead and dirty,
all useless and poisonous anyway.

All I want is to have you
in my grasp again.  Hold your hand
through one more drunk drive, one more
oh no at a red light.  Just one more

abduction or sexual assault
in the belly of the night.
One more pile of tears & clothes,
one more person telling you
that you are worthless. 
 
When I was a little girl I had vivid
dreams of you dying and I would
wake up crying but I never told
anyone about them.  I wonder if

my Na
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The Girl With The Lip Ring

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Saw the girl with the lip ring again today.

Her star tattoo shooting across her hip
Just above the waist of her low rise jeans.
She was every B-cup fantasy I’d ever had.
Her burgundy hair was up,
Her bangs were down.

On her wrist,
A gauntlet of small bracelets,
Running half way up her arm,
Hiding the attempts.
Behind her dark sunglasses
Big green eyes.
I’d seen them before.
A shamrock,
Lucky kind of green.

That ring hugging her lower lip,
Created a crease in it.

She walked past me.
My eyes followed,
Every sway
Of her round hips.
Just then,
She looked over her shoulder,
And smirked.
“Maybe tomorrow,” I said,
“Maybe tomorrow.”
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This poem is about that certain person you see everyday and admire from afar, but are too afraid to talk to. We've all been there. Taken from my manuscript, "Sex, Drugs, and Poetry: A User's Guide."
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Mood: Delighted ~foxyism Feb 13, 2010
yeah, it made me think of someone. i like it.
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~lilelle Feb 2, 2009
itsss gd i really like it to me it sounds like the kinda girl i want to be or mayb a bit mkfly u know" shes got a lip ring and 5 colours in her hair not into fashon but i love the clothes she weres "

sorry if that affended you
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~StegosaurusNightmare Mar 21, 2008
I liked it.
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~tripping-on-this Jul 17, 2007
i really love this. hmm, i suppose it's a little predictable, but it's still realistic and well-written, i enjoyed reading it :).
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~AglioPh0bia Aug 12, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
"She was every B-cup fantasy I’d ever had."

Very nice.
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~Pod01 Aug 3, 2005
I thought you didn't write love poetry.
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~Six7 Aug 4, 2005   Photographer
I don't usually, at least not the "oh I love you, I can't live without you," sunshine and butterflies kind of love poetry. I like it to be a little more real than that because there's more to relationships than cuddling and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I do appricaite your kind words though. Thanks...
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~Pod01 Aug 4, 2005
I can appreciate your point of view. I definitely have a tendency to cover up the ugly parts with pretty words.

Looking forward to seeing more from you.
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~Six7 Aug 4, 2005   Photographer
Thanks. I hope to have more work up soon
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