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what you are to me weakened by your touchwhat you are to me by ~oso-lonly
no longer able to move
stuck here in complete tranquility
wishing i werent such a coward
its happened once again
i let some one take advantage of my vunerability
as we lay here together
I'm disgusted by your taste
I pretend not to care
yet my frail attitude gives in, showing my true emotions
I dont want to be here
I hate your every move
... yet, I stay
stay with the one who uses me.
why dont I speak up?
what makes me give in?
.... I'm weak
Im pitiful
merely an object to you
a piece of ass. some pussy. or just a good time
nothing more
and fear I never will be
I dont want to regret this
bu
Tired Hand by ~oso-lonlythe road i take - version 2 The road I takethe road i take - version 2 by ~oso-lonly
I gently push
A Little harder each time
As the new feelings I embrace
Slowly erase the other feelings from my mind
It feels so good
When the razor
Glides across my new
"Untouched"skin
Slowly erasing my memories
(Once again)
I know suicide is a permanent escape
But the more I think about it
The more I consider it a road I might take
purple lithium its scattered nowpurple lithium by ~darkblanketcoverme
the original christian sin
its shed now
...you\'re free if you dont live
lift up sleeves like a virgins dress
prepare yourself to penetrate
unorganized thoughts
chemical inbalance in the brain
this is for all the times
that you\'ve felt betrayed
a slash for the love you gave
a cut for you\'re consummed by hate
maybe the blood will clot
hopefully when its too late
--to the floor
raked veins
dirtied razor blades
too bad i was dead for a week yesterday
--to the ground
your privacy
your isolation
like your wounds your lies are open for public display
a scar for your memories
can you see the blood in c
Smile for me by ~pwyllWishes of Everlasting Wishes of EverlastingWishes of Everlasting by ~darkryuujin
Our time, our lives, our world is limited.
The time of adolescence grows smaller every day.
But despite the deadline of youth,
I dream of you.
The confines of our age,
The freedom of our youth,
And though I can't be with you.
I dream of you.
If all we have are hours in months,
I will try to endure the weeks in between,
And even though my soul collapses,
I dream of you.
The lifetime of dreams,
The endless fields of your eyes,
I wake; To the sound of angels
Plucking the harp strings of my heart;
To the endless pain of the devil's spear;
To the despair that haunts my soul;
To the fact that I can't be wi
Sta.sh
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Wimereux - Weather - Tides - Webcam
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quod me nutrit me destruit
howve you been? still in the land of utah?
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The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
and sorry i never got around to sending you that coke and bubble wrap.
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The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
Means alot to me, so thank you again.
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~kiwi
with you last poem you said you had a bunch of other poems you could submit. well.... YOU SHOULD SUBMIT THEM! i like your poems a lot. so get to work, on the double!
-peter
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