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want to kiss
salty sweet lips
but distance permits
only whispers
carried through wires
as dawn approaches
and a new day begins
longing for the touch
of fingertips
on foreign skin
emotions like waves
carry me to a place
in my dreams
where i can
softly kiss eyelids.
want to kiss
salty sweet lips
but distance
keeps me from you.
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[29 Aug 2005|11:26pm] |
so this is your life..
standing in the rain
shivering, soaked
at first it's just
feeling each drop soak through your shirt
then into your skin
refreshing, cool
you start to get goosebumps
and you're reminded of how it felt
when he put his hands on you
it was all so new
but these are the things
you try to forget.
everything's quiet
except for distant sounds
from the houses around you
but no one notices you're there
you feel alone
but almost comforted
by the sound of each drop
hitting the ground
you feel as if your clothes
are holding the weight of the world in water
and you wonder if you've always been this way
have you always been this quiet sullen girl
standing in the rain
waiting for something to happen?
eventually the rain stops
and you feel so clean
like every single
doubtregetfear has been washed away
and you can finally smile again.
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| soak my feet. |
[23 Aug 2005|03:47am] |
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and my feet are stained
black with tar
but atleast you can tell
i've been places
and they may be scarred
but atleast you can tell
that like you, i bleed too
finger nails bitten
so far down
that it hurts
but that pain
is something real
something i can hold onto
when the sky is black
and the stars are hiding
but when i see mars
i see your face
beautiful there before my eyes
as if it were yesterday
and i cant forget
the way it felt when i..
and you..
and we..
but that's such a long story
and right now
i'd really
like to
soak my feet.
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| she says: stay. |
[18 Aug 2005|12:45am] |
and anymore
it's not even love
that i'm looking for
it's just the brief moment
when we are laying in my bed
and everything feels ok.
but eventually, you'll have to leave
and the left side of the bed
sinks in your absence.
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| because sometimes i need to remind myself.. |
[07 Aug 2005|06:24am] |
and this is not about
the size of your thighs
it's what's inside
forget the term
plus size
open your eyes
you're beautiful.
this is not about
too fat, too thin
the color of your skin
the size of your breasts
(that fat hanging from your chest)
embrace yourself
you're beautiful.
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| the mile |
[28 Jul 2005|01:43pm] |
and then there's this girl
quiet eyes
broken smile
but dont judge
until you've walked a mile
in her shoes
she's got nothing left to lose
she tries to explain
but you dont listen
you've got your own ideas
she's got her own strengths
this head butting has got to stop
she's tired of the games
the sun is setting
on your lies
and you're lying in your bed
the one you've made
the one you hate
the one you never wanted
your try to smile
and then you realize
she wasn't so wrong afterall
that girl with the
quiet eyes
broken smile
now you're standing hand in hand
at the end of that
rough and rocky mile
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[06 May 2005|04:57pm] |
true love waits
in the attics of our dreams
and the spaces between
sentences where theres
a silent pause..
we're just waiting for a sign
a look, a feeling, some silent thing
that screams and pulls
at our heart strings
strumming out a tune
we swear we've never heard before
we swear we've never felt before.
and for a second
i could swear
that i felt your
h e a r t b e a t.
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[06 May 2005|04:57pm] |
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and it crawls up the back of her throat, the bittersweet taste of love. silent now, all she can hear is the beating of her heart. inhale. exhale. pause. repeat. this is all getting so old, so trite. she stands before a mirror watching the words form in her mouth and play on her lips. shes goes back.. vying for your attention, her mouth tastes of wax.. a hint of cherry. she recalls your kiss, and applying layer after layer of cherry chapstick. she becomes bitter, the taste lingers and she finds herself apologizing for her caustic tongue. soon she tastes nothing and words lose meaning. she finds herself back where she started, the hallow beating of her heart. inhale. exhale. pause. repeat.
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[09 Jan 2005|05:50pm] |
she climbs the walls waiting for a sign that something's gonna change. all she can think about is how things used to be (howthey'llneverbeagain.) nostalgia breaks her heart, but she comes back for more.
you pull me from my midnight monastery where my prayers have gone unheard for so long and breathe life into me, show me a world i've never seen before. flowers bloom at your fingertips.. beautiful and grotesque. beneath the moon we form two spoons.
the dial tone is the only constant thing she can find in this mess of emptiness and hallowed bodies. their eyes are black and their souls have somehow escaped. she only wants to find something beautiful.
beauty exists in your laugh lines. beauty exists in your smile. beauty is that freckle on your top lip. beauty is that quiet girl in the corner that no one speaks to, who is afraid to speak but writes and writes until her hands cramp because he mind is always racing and there's always something.
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[06 Jan 2005|01:36am] |
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all i've got left in these icy fingertips is a burning for you. i thought that maybe my words could seduce you, make you want to know the silent girl that hides behind these tired eyes. but you pass me off, discard me. something grows inside of me, it pushes on my diaphragm and makes it's hard to breathe. my lungs choke for air as you simply pass me by. i carve the words into my stomach, a scarlet letter; and still you pass me by. tossed aside. the girls, they adore you and the boys all love you and to you my heart's just one more sacrificial suicide.
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