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TogetherMaybe one day it can be you and I
We can reach for the stars in the sky
Together we can have it all.
Radioactive"I raise my flags, don my clothes.
Its a revolution, I suppose.
We'll paint it red to fit right in."
Sick of ThisI wish I could go back and change things,
honestly i just need a break i'm so done with this crap,
these people and this town.
One day I will get away keep the people in my life that I care about
and actually work on making my dreams come
true. One day just maybe things will get better.
Love I guessHeart skips a beat
I could see him standing so close to me i could hear his breath
Soon we are embraced.
My world at a stand still
my head against his chest all i could hear is his soft heartbeat
my arms wrapped around him and his big arms around me
saying it's going to be okay.
But he knew nothing and he cared
he was the only person who cared
the only one that wanted to hug me and comfort me
not even my "friends"
In that moment I was the luckiest girl in the world
I know he'll listen i know he understands all of these crazy things locked up inside of me that no one knows.
I know i can trust him
Truth is i've never felt this way about anyone
I just want to scream it to the world how badly i want him
But the sad part is
Not a single living soul
Could ever understand.
What Do You ThinkWhat would you do if...
I committed suicide:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I lived next door to you:
I was afraid:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I were hospitalized:
I ran away:
I got in a fight and you were there:
What do you think about my?...
Choice of music:
Be my friend:
Tell me the truth, No matter what:
Lie to make me feel better:
Spread rumors about me:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Loan me some cash If i needed it:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me(you dont have to!):
Keep in touch:
Try and solve my problems:
Love me for who I am:
 Who are you?
 Are we friends?
 When and how did we meet?
 How have I affected you?
 What do you think of me?
 What's the fondest memory you have of me?
 How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
 Do you love me?
 Have I ever hurt you?
 Would you hug me?
 You are mostl
QuizWhat first comes to mind when you first hear the following words?
Mine are kind of weird lets see what you first think of!!
Chainsaw: Friday the Thirteenth
Plastic: Water Bottle
Pie: Thanksgiving!!! (tommrow!!)
Flowers: My middle name
Frilly pink dress: Caroline
What first comes to mind when you first hear the following adjective?
Happy: no one
Depressed: My family
Bouncy: my brother
Stiff: cardboard? (dont ask why)
Wobbly: balance beam
What first comes to mind when you hear the following verbs?
Run: Cross Country
I CANT WAITCOLDPLAY COLDPLAY
Its been forever my dear friend
Gone away with an abrupt end
I havent seen you since that day
when my heart was torn in two.
I lived a happy simple life
but started something new.
I didn't throw it all away
or sit in a corner and cry
I know that i'm much stronger
So I won't play that silly, emo game.
It's not the same, i've started over
I'm filled with joy to feel this way
But looking back
I had things to say
Now finally i have that chance, but that
nagging feeling is comming back.
Finnally i've been given the chance
but i'm not going to take it
The new me is taking over but
The old me would be shocked
I've grown as a person
and learned that we all move on and some things,
just aren't ment to last forever.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
well um you know me obviousally i'm your neice.
You're basically never sober now
I mean i'm used to it with my family..
well now you're back at your house and your wife is here still.
You have a very nice daughter to drive you all the way home. Just saying.
I must say a few nights ago at dinner was awkward just because I could tell how painful it was to sit right next to a bar..
It was nice to have a hug and see a smile.
For a while. Even though you arent happy.
But I miss the old you that would go outside and play football with greg and I
Why must you drink now.
Everything you do just hurts
you basically arent yourself anymore
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIT THROUGH THAT DOGGY DOOR I CANT EVEN DO THAT ANYMORE.
Are you that desprate for a drink
so desprate you'll drink maureens mouthwash.
so desprate you'll hurt your family just for another drink.
Man in the last six months you look like you've aged 10 years.
Thats what alchol does.
You've ruined you're life and
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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