

Death of a Four-YearBurning, aching, screaming, straining Vomitting acid, water, granola, and air Pushing, wanting, needing, crying Determination, Strengh, Power Building, ripping, tearing, clawingDeath of a Four-Year
Throat closing up Tongue drying out Legs bleeding lead Feet pussing needles
Four times the pain Four times the agony Four times the strife Four times the passion
The end is the end There's no going back The end is the end
Screaming the throat out THE END IS THE END Throwing the junk now THE END IS THE END Kicking the door


A Three Letter WordSex Will it hurt much? Does it change things? Is it as "good" as they say? Does everyone bleed the first time? Why is it now an acceptable pasttime? Where in the world do teenagers do this? Does it get better every time? Does size really matter? Will it make him love me?A Three Letter Word
No, love is a hoax. People don't need love to survive. Sex is about babies, and greedy pleasures. Babies are that are essential for continuation. Babies are not for fucked up teenagers who like to fuck. Sex, it's just a three letter word. You don't get that much hype out of


My Clever ConcubineI miss you.My Clever Concubine
I miss how you're sleek form fits in-between my index-finger and thumb, resting firmly on my middle. I miss being able to go to you for fun, for a challenge, for a friend, dare I say even a lover. I miss the soft scrabbling that used to whisper sweet ideas into my mind. I miss dreaming in color about what would flow from my roots to your tip. I miss going to and fro with the milky, thin, frail broken trees, to help them live in a new life, breath out new oxygen. I miss feeling powerful and controlling. I miss being stripped naked, being bare in a blizzard. I miss the sense of being in a rain storm without a hat, Lear!


RetrospectiveDon't Fade away I need I want I've got to have Something old yet new that happens to be you So Don't fade away From my life I can't survive Just don't Tell me you won't Tell me you can't I need your heart beating now in my life So what ever you do Just don't fade away No No No Just please settle down Stay with me I need you here to guide me on I'm lost in mist You fading fast I'm just too much for anyoneRetrospective
Hey, whats going on? 23/female.. come chat with me on this website CLICK HERE
Looking too much at the details of your musings, and not at all at the style that I recognize perfectly.
I know you have more poetry to exhibit, R.
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Stop bitching.
Very clever now. By the by thanks for the print out....also I'm in Gulf Shores Alabama right now....im not sure how that is relavent but oh well...oh i remember now...my compy still sucks...they have a few compys in the lobby for guests to use at the hotel.
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My life may seem so glamourous but when you look away I cry for you
So sorry about your angst.
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My life may seem so glamourous but when you look away I cry for you
You have most likely discovered my page based upon the stupid slip-up on that wretched site Myspace, and now it increasingly angers me that I have not been able to discern who you are.
I do not enjoy being watched by a stranger (I do however, like being the stranger) and the paranoia you've instilled upon my most recent bout' of teenage angst creates problems I do not wish to have.
You may have won in the lack of emotion shown through these fanciful conversations solely because of your sporadic appearence on this increasingly terrible "art" site, but you've won none the less.
I have no more clever ideas to find out who you are.
A hint would be nice.
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Stop bitching.
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Stop bitching.
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My life may seem so glamourous but when you look away I cry for you
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My life may seem so glamourous but when you look away I cry for you
But I do indeed think I know this person might be.
Art is to be shown to the world.
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Stop bitching.
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My life may seem so glamourous but when you look away I cry for you
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