Lose My WordsYou are my literal loss of words: death in the throat at the spark of flesh, at the bare brown ofLose My Words
both our eyes
I speak in-inhalation, All skin-scent-sin-simple-sensual you turn me from flame to
moth Fluttering unspoken things And laying them at your feet.
Re: FeminazisI won't fall back on feminism, I'm quite sorry to say Quote "I don't want to die lonely, and I don't want to decay" I want a gallant white knight who will sweep me off my feet, I want a boy who's sugar sweet Your mine I'm yours I'm yours to keepRe: Feminazis
So don't tell me what I do need, like a boy who's honey fine Or a kid with big blue eyes Or whom, artistically, can shine I'll tell you what I do need Hell, I'm untried but true This twenty-five cent body language screams
I
Want
You
Cut and PasteWe can make this perfect if you’d try a little harder If you gave a little more, it’d go a whole lot farther Than you would guess.Cut and Paste
I can mend the pieces if I sew them back together We can pretend like we don’t fear forever But I know we do.
I can forget the [I-Hate-You]-[I-Hate-You-More] And you can come back in when I unlock the door I know you won’t stay.
I ripped your favorite picture [what a waste] But if you want, I’ll cut and paste And it will be fixed
And I promise, you’ll never remember The time I died last December When we
asea, tonightI’m at your door; can hear the brass and bass, the snare drum, through the glass. It’s jazz, tonight.asea, tonight
You let me in and suddenly I’m in a room of profound poets, who sing their verse through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs. The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings— tonight, when everyone’s somebody’s cool cat.
There’s a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys, those wailing notes like Miles would have played. And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks away at the tired shape the body makes, he sways. And when the guitar’s clean
your poetry is horriblei am irrepressible teenage angst. here is my bitchy poem. whine. moan. woe is me. (insert typo here) i can use drastic S P A C I N G to make my point (insert computer shorthand here) my girlfriend just dumped me. whine. perhaps i canyour poetry is horrible
write at length about s u i c i d e (insert trite phrase about loneliness) because i am ohsotouchy
sob.
so, to all you
heartbroken struggling adolescents out there shut the fuck
up
your poetry is horrible. &nbs
QUESTION
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We must learn to love eachother or die.
M3H G4LL3RY: [link]
We all need to have a little more pride in who we are!
.oOº[JAYLEN]ºOo.
LiFE = photography
~Anna~
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Perhaps Thursdays.
m'off to read the rest of your work!
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It matters not if you win or lose, but how gracefully you fight.
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You are the smell before Rain,
You are the blood in my veins...
--Brand New
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...and a little light bulb brightens it from within....
I am :iconPoeClock:
xo!
Lara
<3
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With every problem we face, I am even more sure you that are the one.
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To be great is to be misunderstood.
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