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Full of Storage
Don't know what too say
I clearly haven't written for awhile
I feel like crying day by day
Words jumbling in my head
They won't come out to what I meant
I listen to music
I meditate
I even went to the extent of dreaming it instead
stuck
glued
bolted down
Enough said
I'm officially
Full
Locked
until further notice
I clearly haven't written for awhile
I feel like crying day by day
Words jumbling in my head
They won't come out to what I meant
I listen to music
I meditate
I even went to the extent of dreaming it instead
stuck
glued
bolted down
Enough said
I'm officially
Full
Locked
until further notice
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ThisFeeling
"That Feeling"
I thought we'd last forever
But it just wasn't so
Im heart broken
No words can express my feelings
My heart feels as if a dark-hole lies there
My body is numb
The love that was once their was so quickly taken
I feel like im drifting
Drifting to a world of nothing
You were my light
That light is gone
Im hollow
My body still in shock
This feeling it hurts
Its hurts so much
Why did I let you into my heart
Just to have it crushed
The love i had for you will always linger
But I will always...
I thought we'd last forever
But it just wasn't so
Im heart broken
No words can express my feelings
My heart feels as if a dark-hole lies there
My body is numb
The love that was once their was so quickly taken
I feel like im drifting
Drifting to a world of nothing
You were my light
That light is gone
Im hollow
My body still in shock
This feeling it hurts
Its hurts so much
Why did I let you into my heart
Just to have it crushed
The love i had for you will always linger
But I will always...
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Playwrite- To my crush:Kiss parade
Guess what, you've been Kissterrupted, cos you just reached Kissthebaby, that's right you heard me! This Kisstant is ova, no mo Kisstalk, cos Kisstakes can be fatal! Know what I'm gonna do? Gonna Kisstackle ya like a WILDBEAST, yeah, remember when Fantasia went off on Jamie? You the Foxx, though! You are such a fine ass man, you got me giggling like a school girl! So let's Kissstreet cos your a Kissofdeath and that makes me your Kissslut or am I something else more abrupt a Kissrapist? Let me stop!
Okay, it don't matter cos our Kissquake will be felt for all time and we must...
Okay, it don't matter cos our Kissquake will be felt for all time and we must...
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Playwrite To my crush: Love a beautiful surprise
What a beautiful surprise when Love is back by your side!
What does love "look" like? The first person you see in the morning, is actually the only one you want to see the rest of your life and then forever beyond that. Side by side sharing confined spaces, shifting past one another, but you don't mind the others touch. Being tired after a long day working, but clapping when your mate walks in, you know this makes him feel good, yes he is KING! And you are sincere, because that is really the way I see him. I make a mistake, but you don't yell at me, if you do it's...
What does love "look" like? The first person you see in the morning, is actually the only one you want to see the rest of your life and then forever beyond that. Side by side sharing confined spaces, shifting past one another, but you don't mind the others touch. Being tired after a long day working, but clapping when your mate walks in, you know this makes him feel good, yes he is KING! And you are sincere, because that is really the way I see him. I make a mistake, but you don't yell at me, if you do it's...
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I'm somewhere out there..
I feel strange, thus i wonder, cause I'm dwelling with repetitions of answers that leave me without direction. I am told I am different and unlike any other they've met. Which amplifies what I've found, what I know, nothing of my reflection. Which I seek, one who is the same. But even those I meet haven't before found me.. I must settle about myself who is still a mystery as my potential other to be found ;).. hah - AtR
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ophelia?
AN: This is very old. really old feelings that i found in an old google doc. they are no longer relevant or true. i just liked the words and expression.
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oh my god
oh my god im so in love with her
oh my god
her hands
the feel of her hands
the cold skin of her hands
the skinny fingers that SO LUSTFULLY AND LONGINGLY ENCASE MINE, YET ONLY TEMPORARILY AS IF ITS FORBIDDEN OR SOMETHING, AND IN MY MIND, I DON’T WANT TO BE, BUT MY SOCIAL BOUNDARIES LOCK ME INTO HORRIBLE CONFINEMENTS.
THEY REACH OUT TO FIND MINE AND ITS NOT LIKE WE FUNCTION TOGETHER...
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oh my god
oh my god im so in love with her
oh my god
her hands
the feel of her hands
the cold skin of her hands
the skinny fingers that SO LUSTFULLY AND LONGINGLY ENCASE MINE, YET ONLY TEMPORARILY AS IF ITS FORBIDDEN OR SOMETHING, AND IN MY MIND, I DON’T WANT TO BE, BUT MY SOCIAL BOUNDARIES LOCK ME INTO HORRIBLE CONFINEMENTS.
THEY REACH OUT TO FIND MINE AND ITS NOT LIKE WE FUNCTION TOGETHER...
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rant.
Why the fuck don't you understand "leave me alone". You psycho stalking motherfucker. You threatened to skin my cat and nail it to my mailbox, you carry my child and kill it without even bothering to tell me, you fucking use that against me as you fuck three other people. You say you miss me and that only I can feel the hole in your heart, yet only feel that way when I fill another three of your holes. You fucking whore slut. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.
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My first husband, early 1991
If he couldn't have me nobody would. He said he should kill me, as the knife dug harder and harder against my neck. And that was just for speaking. I didn't breathe for four hours as the proverbial mockery ensued. We stood, we sat, we stood some more; there was a lot of hair pulling. Lots of calling me pretty. Lots of wishing for blood. Lots of seconds of silence. We stood there like that, him having had his own neck gashed open just a few years before in some Georgia bar; more than a hundred stitches with last rights read – more than once I might add. The man that cut his gullet –...
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Speak for yourself.
A clue about me.. My persistence shows in forms, one which manifests retaliation. You can use this against me in a sense of distraction.. Simply feed my attention irrelevance. Thus, metaphorically, I'll butcher the mind poison and cast my carnage in contesting comments and statements. Ebb and Flow of rotten energy, don't feed me, Let me be myself.. - AtR
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I touched it; touché
I looked off the top of Lookout Mountain; went deep inside of it once too. There is a place called Ruby Falls there, a black lit gnome kingdom, and a walkway with a shallow still of water untouched by human hands that looks as if it goes on forever. Or maybe it was the other way around; I can’t remember, but it was awesome nonetheless. I love the mountains. I used to live in Alabama, and then in Georgia for a short time. There is the fine moonlight, there is the wind in the willows; here and there, and there is moss in the trees that's everywhere.
Photo credited...
Photo credited...
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Waiting for Sunset (14, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. He always replies to my maunderings. He insists our work should relate to each other. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I wanted to destroy all my work. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhuasted.
We have an unusual relationship. Soon I couldn't write. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. My life has been like this since 2005. I became angry and destructive. This was how I lost all my work. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's...
We have an unusual relationship. Soon I couldn't write. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. My life has been like this since 2005. I became angry and destructive. This was how I lost all my work. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's...
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Set fire to the Rain By: ©Mike Stewart
Truth about music. Truth about souls
Irrashashonal emotions
Cast through the coals
Of the fire through life
Without desire of strife
Being known
A world full of stupid people with smart phones
Its deppressing at times
So I am messing with rhymes
Because progressing is fine
But when suggesting a crime
(should be criminal)
My hearts a cannonball
Aimed at my own life, my swords an animal
(my words)
Through with the herds
Nothing new for you turds
And feeling blue tht occurs
When I...
Irrashashonal emotions
Cast through the coals
Of the fire through life
Without desire of strife
Being known
A world full of stupid people with smart phones
Its deppressing at times
So I am messing with rhymes
Because progressing is fine
But when suggesting a crime
(should be criminal)
My hearts a cannonball
Aimed at my own life, my swords an animal
(my words)
Through with the herds
Nothing new for you turds
And feeling blue tht occurs
When I...
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