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First and Last
Come with me. Lay with me.  Give me your hand.  Give me your heart and soul. I will keep it safe. I will keep it locked away Thrice, your will broken. Thrice, your heart stolen. This is the last time. This will be your first time. Take the plunge into the......Read More
Posted on: 2009-11-08 14:12:21 |  Rating: | Views: 6 | Comments: 0 | Tags: Love poem  love  poetry 
Concert tomorrow!!
My lovely boyfriend Ben, Zakk, and I are all going down to The Cretin Hop to see Slick Idiot.  I am super excited because this will be my first REAL concert (I went to see Weird Al at the fair a couple years back... but that doesn't count). I am also rather stoked because I will most......Read More
Posted on: 2009-10-23 11:48:08 |  Rating: | Views: 6 | Comments: 0 | Tags: Slick Idiot  concert  music  En Esch  
Tortura/Torture
Estoy escuchando la risa  pero siento nada hoy es el principio del fin  Quiero dormir y nunca abro mis ojos..  Let us all slip away, fade away, turn away...  There is no hope left for those who stay.  ...Read More
Posted on: 2009-10-12 13:56:36 |  Rating: | Views: 13 | Comments: 1 | Tags: spanish poem  poetry  bilingual. 
My Boots
My boots, they walk all over people.  Screams emanate from underneath With each heavy footfall, more destruction My boots feel nothing.  They are immune to pain.  No soul resides in them.  My boots will conquer all  Each footstep brings closer the end. ......Read More
Posted on: 2009-10-07 14:42:37 |  Rating: | Views: 9 | Comments: 0 | Tags: boots  poem  poetry  abstract thought  
Being Sick Explicit Content
Being ill makes me realize that we are very fragile creatures. To an extent humans have a sense that we are infallible, (I know right as well that teenagers often display this thought process more than adults), that we c annot be beaten because we are a higher form of life.  However be......Read More
Posted on: 2009-09-28 15:36:57 |  Rating: | Views: 14 | Comments: 1 | Tags: Common cold  being sick  sick  immunity  immune systems 
Higher Learning
Today, the 21st of September, I started my final year of Running Start. I am glad that it's my last year... which means I am in my LAST year of high school. But I am also somewhat sad for it. I like college. I like being challenged. I love learning.  I am disappointed that I am not......Read More
Posted on: 2009-09-21 14:41:50 |  Rating: | Views: 12 | Comments: 0 | Tags: college  learning 
Ice
I am cold The air is blue..  Ice crystals swirl through the ether Intricate shapes dance before me  They sting my exposed flesh After all I've been through I can still smile and still laugh  The outside is frozen but the blood is still warm the pain is still......Read More
Posted on: 2009-09-18 15:05:18 |  Rating: | Views: 13 | Comments: 0 | Tags: poems  poetry  ice  living  
The day I lost
I've been wondering if anyone (besides myself) has ever woken up one day dazed. Now I don't mean like a drunken stupor or high or whatever, but a genuine daze. It's as if you're not really awake nor are you dreaming. Kind of living by your mechanical and chemical impulses.  A good way......Read More
Posted on: 2009-09-09 18:29:51 |  Rating: | Views: 23 | Comments: 4 | Tags: stress  chaos  family  friends  dazed 
Words
An amalgam of insecurities gathered at the bottom A plume of formalities rising to the apex of pain The words spoken are carving smiles onto the faces Keep walking, it will not touch the diseased The ideas are inflamed and have set the stage for action Words of control are tactical......Read More
Posted on: 2009-08-26 22:41:23 |  Rating: | Views: 22 | Comments: 1 | Tags: Words  poems  poetry  
Tormented
I can feel the sensation  it is sharp painful  but I cannot get enough I can see it I can almost taste it a sickening gesture of self mutilation  but I am craving more I am watching the miseries of life roll out and down my vision is blurring I'll need oxygen......Read More
Posted on: 2009-08-06 15:40:59 |  Rating: | Views: 20 | Comments: 1 | Tags: poetry  poems 

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