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| 10:06pm 24/11/2004 |
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Change Your Life
She's in ballet, so graceful on her tip-toes,
Going home to an alcoholic father and a mom who hoes.
Still she puts on her shoes, giving the world a phony smile,
Not wanting to turn into her parents she goes the extra mile.
Standing at 6'3" he's in football, they call him "Rocky".
He plays great on the field no one can tell he's unhappy,
Staring at the gun in the store, he wants to die,
Instead of buying it he decides to give life one more try.
A smart straight-'A' student, but she has to be,
Dares to bring home a 'B' she'll get beat miserably.
Dad's a professor, will not stand for low grades,
He does not know, she likes to listen to techno until it fades.
His chest burns as he swims for the finishing line,
Parents in the crowd, hoping he breaks his older brothers time.
The record still stands, he's a fraction too slow,
Disappointment on the crowds face, he does not have to look to know.
She reads her novels and anime every night,
Knowing that in the morning her and her parents will fight.
"Such a bookworm," "it's not healthy" is what they will say,
Can't see the world through the same eyes, they never will anyway.
This world is in your hands, for your life is only yours,
Only with guidance and your own determination will open doors.
These are the times in which your beutiful, that is underneath the pain and spite. |
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| The Deaf Cat's Cry |
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| 09:59pm 24/11/2004 |
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The Deaf Cat's Cry
Staring at these four walls, I wish I were anywere but here.
I just want someone to listen, will you lend me an ear?
Life's so depressing, I just want to die;
Does anyone hear my screams, this agonizing cry?
Downward spirl into a botomless pit,
I have so many friends, so why do I feel like shit?
Tomarrow will begin another day,
So when I smile will you see through me and know it's not okay?
I got to fulfill this emptyness inside of me...
But I dunno what's missing, what could it be?
Sex alone doen't work, masterbation has lost it's fun,
I just want to kiss and cuddle but I need two; will you be the other one? |
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| The First |
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| 09:53pm 24/11/2004 |
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In the darkness I could here,
All your words, oh, so clear,
Stay away I've been told,
Stay away he's much to old.
That touch tha was given by you,
That touch sent my mind askew,
As you look over me so slow,
My anticipation is set a glow.
What should we do first?,
Should we rehearse?,
A move of your brow,
Tells me it will happen now.
You lure me in like a hypnotist,
Engulping me with my first real kiss. |
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| I am... |
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| 09:48pm 24/11/2004 |
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I am a princess in a tower awaiting for my prince,
I am a Gypsy moving from town to town, searching for excitement,
I am a prisoner in the jail of my mind,
I am a lonely child searching for the comforting hand of my mother,
I am a fish trapped in the dark, cold depth of the ocean,
I am a twisted psychopath in a padded room with too much meds.,
All of this I am, yet I am only a teenage girl trying to find my way through this world. |
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| Written by Josh |
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| 03:40pm 17/08/2004 |
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mood:  loved
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The day I met you was suppost to be my last
The last blowout before deaths' sweet kiss
And life I wouldn't miss.
But the moment we shared a glance
I knew I had to take a chance.
Not only a chance with my heart but also my life;
To be shot down would certainly mean death.
But asb soon as I heard words on your breath
A sudden rush of light and warmth shined,
Upon my darken soul
And I finally felt whole.
I was taken.
I knew I was yours.
Feeling now fills me awaking my dark heart.
Now I can barely stand being a part.
But the future I cannot see;
All I do know is that I can exist,
in this reality with you.
Copyright © 2004 Joshua B. |
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| My Palladium |
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| 03:33pm 17/08/2004 |
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mood:  dorky...
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My Palladium
I don't know
how we managed
to cross paths
but we did.
Your kisses
are my aphrodisiac.
Your touch
my every desire.
Light mocha eyes
see through my my soul
that most people
call arachnoid.
Not one to be
narcissus,
I can admire
you insted.
How can I be
sure that these
feelings
aren't a joke?
That this state is
not a simple
"new-guy"
emotion.
Kiss me and
prove my head
wrong, and
my heart correct.
Copyright ©2004 Nicole (N~coco) Baker |
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| Written by the boyfriend.... |
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| 01:23am 15/07/2004 |
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The poem owed for a month
You’re like my star in the night sky.
You’re the tear in my crying eye.
You’re the dream in my peaceful night’s sleep.
You’re the one that rubs my stinky feet.
You’re the one I gave it all up for.
The one I’ll change anything for.
The one I want to share my life with.
The one with that special gift.
To some it all up I love you more then words
can say and it all came one summer day.
Love, spanky
Copyright ©2004 Shawn Robert (Spanky) Mowery |
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| Under Mirrored Eyes |
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| 07:15pm 12/06/2004 |
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Under Mirrored Eyes
Sweet erotic touches;
Spiraling towards ecstasy;
Yearning desires, unspoken thoughts;
Taste of menthol rests.
Physical, yet mental;
Connection runs deep;
Torrid blankets and bodies;
Sultry clothing, moist skin.
Wild and crazy;
Tongues to skin;
Suction of harsh teeth;
Ticking fights are fun.
Copyright ©2004 Nicole (N~coco) Baker |
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| Scared |
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| 07:15pm 12/06/2004 |
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Scared
Scared of the future, terrified of the past;
Scared of this relationship, how long it will last;
Scared of you and other older boys;
Scared of being treated like a box of toys;
Scared of this moment we seem to be trapped in together;
Scared you will want me to commit and say 'yes' forever;
Scared you want to stand by me in it all;
Scared my insecurities will be to great and yours too small;
Scared the true me is the one you will not come to want.
Copyright ©2004 Nicole (N~coco) Baker |
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| Suicide 1 --- The Blood |
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| 07:13pm 12/06/2004 |
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Suicide 1 --- The Blood
The blade has been caught by the light and seems to give off a glow;
The blood leaks out of the deep cut, the red pain drips slow;
One drop falls to my feet, lands on the tile;
I ask myself why am I doing this, why am I in denial?;
Reason rushes over me like a wave, I don't want to do this;
I try to think of a time I was happy, a time of perfect bliss;
I think back to only a few hours ago when I was in your arms;
Thinking of how I felt invincible, like I could feel no harm;
But life can harm, words kill, and life’s a b****,
It's only time that can tell when I'll hit the off switch.
Copyright ©2004 Nicole (N~coco) Baker
This poem is one of many of this subject; if you would like to read more, just comment and I'll post some more. |
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