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-Bubbling Over- If only I could write Like flowers were  dying. Write as if my body was bubbling over with Carpedium. I wanna write worlds And I wanna write wonders Of wisdom.            If only I could Write like lightning, Long and lean— Boom, Bam! To the point. If only I could write Like flowers were dying.

-Again- Cutting again, you\'re in my skin again. Like a blade that can\'t be tamed again. Thought I was over you, thought I could make it through. I thought you were being true but you lied, the story of my life...what\'s new? The sun hangs, suspended in the sky and I can\'t make out the difference between Night and Day. I do nothing. watch you slip away, into the arms of another girl. But that\'s another day, another way... to break me.

-I am- The music repeats in the background, a broken record I play. Cold and lonely on this floor I lay. Desperate yet independent is how I stay. Dead but full of hopes and dreams that manifest themselves helplessly in me. Strung high and hung hard, I survive. You told me once to write raw and straight from the heart. You\'ll never understand, you\'ve had me from the start. trapped and confined in you I love you, but it\'s okay you\'re not to blame. I am.

I never saw me hurting you I never fathomed the things I did to you I never imagined ripping you into two. Used to think love was sipping coffee across from eachother. I enjoyed the company, and your eyes. Did you ever find yourself, lost in my world? Dazed by my intentions and believing my lies? I never thought you\'d turn away you laid me down the way I ought to be laid everythings become such a mess and I must confess I never saw me hurting you I never fathomed the things I did to you I never imagined ripping you into two. I never thought you\'d turn away no, I never thought you\'d turn away.

Fingering through cold water just to touch your skin from the other side of the world I\'m knocking on your door prayin\' you\'ll let me in. What I felt before isn\'t what it was anymore. For all that I\'ve learned, you\'re all that I want, and all that I yearn. She doesn\'t understand. She\'ll try but can\'t comprehend my thoughts of you. If only she\'d wake up! Her daughter\'s depressed and deprived but all she can give are shrugs because she doesn\'t have a clue. Shimmering red blood what would mom do? It\'s too late... Her daughter\'s dead, a blow to the head Newspapers pointed \"It was her...it was you.\" Accident,

His three favorite words Ring in my ears Listening half way I'm only hearing What I really wanna hear Chorus: When everybody's got a reason And waiting is all I can do Oh oh Three slaps to my face Stinging my soul I don't want anymore I'm full. Don't leave me with all this hate Don't leave me with this empty plate. Don't tell me this is how its suppose to be (hold note) oh no Chorus: Yeah When everybody's got a reason And waiting is all I can do One of these nights When waiting is all you can do I won't hesitate to hurt you Chorus: Yeah oh yeah When everybody's got a reason And waiting is all I can do I won't hesi

Twelve shades of gray, cloud my vision but all I see is you. You and your pathetic smile, your weepy eyes and that stupid untamable hair standing there with an aura of innocence. Like you care. I never felt your skin, or the warmth of that cold heart I thought I could change Staring at me with an aura of innocence. Like you care. I never saw your eyes glitter with passion ...even when your soul perspired energy. I had dreams. I thought I could be satisfied with you and me, and all that we could never be. So don\'t stand there, staring back at me with that aura of innocence, Like you care. Because I know, even though you tack

-.- Unharmed but open / exposed and broken -.- Recycle me for your pleasure / I\'m not something to be idolized / I\'m not a saphire in your box of treasure. -.- Voices of children echo around the moon / call me crazy, I\'m your worst nightmare / yeah, your princess of doom. -.- Let\'s travel around the world on a million stars / we can find what\'s out there / and who we really are. -.- \'cos I\'m sleeping you away / yeah, and I\'m lying from the night of day / you left long ago but you\'re still here (still here) / but I don\'t hear you because you have nothing to say. / We lost long ago but we\'re still in the same spot as before (stil

Adrenaline whispered in my ears, and blood whirled around my face and my plumply-Asian cheeks. Breath short and sweat irrelevant, showers are pointless. "But what the hell?" I say. Turn the faucet and pull the knob upward, close the door. My sorrows are behind me. I know this because I've escaped before in the same fashion, escaped from this world of deceitful lies and unstable happiness to see the real me, vulnerable and cowardly…an individual—just like everyone else. Once in the shower, my insecurities become ultra-violet rays of words, stapled to my body. If in the room you would be staring them directly in the face. The water, despite my

Rhythmic patterns of breath are coming from your lips. I never imagined it would be like this. Your arms thrown over me in this careless manner that is undeniably adorable, these drops of salt won't stop falling from my eyes, cascading down my cheeks onto your arm, where my head is gently propped. I'm afraid to move, to make any type of sound because I know this is too good to be true, everything about it is surreal and perfect. Your eyelids are blocking the serene blue of the doors to your soul and I long to know that you love me, that you want me here next to you, that i'm not some figment of your imagination, or some waste of time. I didn

Sunday, 1:23 a.m.       Starting out the front door and into the street I pass three dead birds in the gutter. The few that are still living sit above on the telephone wires ignoring their dead brothers. Survival in this city doesn't include crying over dead meat. Besides, these birds will feed the dogs and cats and keep them away from the kindergarten fence. It's always a good sign when the gunshots stop by sunrise. And on that note, I think I'll write a letter to you.       I'll write it thinking of you lying there in your pathetic state hospital bed. You should know your weeping mother heard the nurse. "It happens all the time

- linguistics to tongues juggle a new slang between their intimate proximity, inventing interesting grunts and whistles to display their emotions. triumphant chorus lines ring out in a foreign singsong language utilizing grammatic forgivings to utter a separate piece or cheer. forsaking their ingenuity, he slips in audible sigh ridden gasps and english footnotes to imply the dedication of muffled breaths. chapped lips stutter to a sudden stop, dissolving into abstract gazes and tactile nonverbal exchanges. fingertips flick in syncopated rhymths. past tense reflections shed light onto slippery incantations and new paragraph indentat

- sleeping with stars on a riverbank slumped on the sprawling river bank, she kicks her fluid legs in a preconceived pattern and slices a long sheet from the thin air of the sky. violating the general laws of time and space, the quilted blanket floats and gently settles covering the whole of her shiver- ing body. stars litter the vacant shore and accompany her, offering warmth or at least someone to talk to as evening turns to night. -

The look in your eye Tells me you wanna cry And your half-harted smile Fools yourself for a while But there's so much bellow I just wish I could know: More of your warm caress And all your lovelyness How you look when filled with joy If your fist kids gonna be a boy How long youre gonna live How much love your gonna give Wether or not you snore And so much more I wanna take you away Some place where we can stay Take that pain outta your eye You wouldnt ever have to cry I Wish I could call you baby Because you see, you've saved me So stand Tall Like the angel you are

- moon: how's up? sun: it's not bad up here by myself, on the uppermost shelf.  though, the dust collects thick.  hows down? moon: warm and comforting, the air, much like the dust, is thick and heavy, but if you can stand to breathe it, you'll find it worth the effort. sun: well, i'm not one for pleasure.  pain is my treasure.  i covet it alone in my uppermost home.  alas, perhaps, to each his own. moon: to each's own, where his seams are sown, and his thoughts are grown, and love does roam – a hillside awash in shades of chrome and yellow. sun: ah, but love is such a poem -- alive with colored, fragile class that cracks when i pass.  i

kissing my face, the ocean breeze caressed against my skin. the sun's ray held my cheeks. held me tight. the ocean breeze kissed my lips. salty, like his skin. the water danced for me, suductively. the waves rolled in. each looking like a different nude woman, dancing for my attention. i flick the ashes of the cheap cigarette on the warm sand. the sound of the surf replays its haunting melody. like it did once. in the memory that festers in my skull. looking to the left, there is no one. just sand. i look down. the breeze takes grains of sand away from me. like i'm a disease. i look to the right. there's my almost empty box of cigarettes &my

i'm so much better off with out any part of you, everyone cant help but tell me so. right now i just dont need it, end your pleas, i wont listen. it's all gotta end eventually so here's to karma let's do this in peace this is goodbye, so long and farewell, to my better judgement how can i tell you no when you notice my green eyes? how can i tell you to go when  you make me believe i'm beautiful? if i marry you i'll be ignoring everything that is sensible.     and i'll be falling head first     and i'll be landing in a nightmare     and i'll be wearing a silver band it's so obvious i'm so much better off wit