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haha [21 Jan 2007|09:56pm]

sazmeister
ok and that did not work at all so i am just going to copy and paste the poem here til i know how to link to it properly haha =)

She wonders about me so pitifully misinformed
But I'd rather she despise me than let her know the truth
A crazy decision; doesn't make sense and
I wonder what she thinks I'm doing
Can't even explain it to myself

Consequences, I'm missing so much of so little
Meaningless glances, mindless chatter
Turns to gossip, I listen intently and don't care about these people
Laughably solemn declarations of superiority
Such a modest arrogance
I must confess; somehow it's worth the struggle to bump into her

Wish she could see how she looks when she's sleeping
Sheets clutched over breath, a contented sigh
Then she could understand why
I watch her, take in every element of her

I like the tiny jumpers over old school shirts
Somewhere underneath she's still the same
The only girl I ever fell for
And when I try to get up, trip, stumble
I just keep falling
Bows and bracelets, no-one else exists
Such a girl as distinctive as this

She fills all my sketchbooks, notepads, journals
I can read her anytime

And then when she walks, puts out her arms for me, happily shuffles
Little things, not particularly attractive
There's not a part of her I could condemn

But forget it all.

I don't see her anymore.
Can't talk anymore.

And all the world is watching this fail; they all know.
Not one lets her in.

If she can't see, can't feel, can't sense it
Maybe that's supposed to be for the best
Or so I'm convincing myself.

You have friends, family, money.
You've got everything going for you.

So I'm happier than anyone
Wouldn't make sense any other way
And of course I want for nothing more
Days spent with kindly faces, good intentions, making memories

Hope she's jealous of this perfect life
She has no place in.



If I wasn't laughing I'd be crying.



sorry if it's a bit heavy lol ~x~
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n00b [21 Jan 2007|09:49pm]

sazmeister
heyho i'm new here so i'm not too sure what i'm doing, all these fancy links and whatnot seem pretty cool though =) would be grateful if someone could tell me how to link to a poem from a post, for now here's something i wrote a few months back, would love to hear what you think! love ~x~

x-posted to lesbian_poetry
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[19 Feb 2006|02:25pm]
ladyoverkill
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[03 Jun 2005|09:55am]

pinneapplejeph
i'm sorry the last post i tried to do didnt put the whole poem in there. but here it is.


"landfills and tranquility"
I was looking for my paper heart in my own body today.
It seems that it took the longest while to see that it wasn't there,
and then when i wasnt even thinking about it, i had to go
looking because things aren't fair.
When i finally got to my keepsake, i knew this is what i wanted,
and this is what i wanted for as long as i'll be.
this is why i didnt notice my heart in the first place,
but in the long run, it wont be covered up like it was.
it's just easiest that way because then, i dont have to fight
to just breathe out of my arteries, and capilaries and veins.
but now, i'll take my chances and hold my breath, because if
you're around, it feels all the same.
so i know my journal is filled with pictures of marilyn monroe,
but i don't want to be anyone i except for who i am now,
i will let those preconceptions go.
and all my hopes of how she was killed because of her affair with
john fitzgerald kennedy, and it needed to be kept quiet.
while this all seems so glamerous, i just want a nice and steady year,
and years and years to come with you.
the red carpet isn't all it's cracked up to be,
and it doesn't really seem to suit me.
the only thing i want from who i am is to be with you.
and i do have a paper heart and it's been easily torn, if i had a paper
heart then i would have other paper idenities, and how confident i am about
you is not one of them. it's like renting a hotel, and you are only there
for as long as you need to be, then you leave.
i put all those wheres and whens when i have been unconfident about you
in a place i will not go searching for it.
so this is me and who i am, and i'm not going to cease,
and if you want, i'll say please.
my heart is a ballroom, and it's not small. it's a place where you see
yourself saying 'wow' to, and you think you know all the places you can be in there.
you think you know how tall the stage is, and how much it hurts to leap off of it without
taking one great, big step and holding your air in as you do it.
you think you know where all the tables and chairs are set up at, but then you come back
and try to run through it, circling around the tables so you wont hit one, but you do
anyways, because they have been rearranged from the last time you ran in there at night,
when you couldn't see anything and you where just trying to remember how it
was set up from memory. you think you know how far the chair will be from the table when
you pull it out to sit down in it, but suddenly, you don't even look below you when you go
to sit and you hit the floor. you think you know what colour the carpet and walls all.
the carpet is bright red, and the walls are cream. but then you go black to see that the carpet
was replaced and the walls were repainted. it was made even more beautiful this time.
there is even a chandelier that was pinned to the ceiling like a pin on your shirt.
you don't say 'wow'. you just gasp. and all the air that you are taking in is the biggest
breath you will ever take, but it prepares you. it prepares you to spin, and keep spinning.
your feet don't stop moving, and you are swinging your partner around,
and it doesn't matter what's playing in the backround. it could be swing, alternative, emo, punk.
you really don't care what it is. you only care about who you're with.
and i want you to know all my heart has to offer, because it turns out it was never really paper
at all. it was cardboard. it's hard to cut through, but it can be torn if you try.
it's still elegant though, not just a page from a colouring book. you have to rent it out to stay.
It seems that you have been here for awhile now and i intend for you to be still.
I want to belong to you.
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wasting letters on capitols [03 Jun 2005|09:49am]

pinneapplejeph
this is a poem i wrote about three or four months ago.


"landfills and tranquility"
I was looking for my paper heart in my own body today.
It seems that it took the longest while to see that it wasn't there,
and then when i wasnt even thinking about it, i had to go
looking because things aren't fair.
When i finally got to my keepsake, i knew this is what i wanted,
and this is what i wanted for as long as i'll be.
this is why i didnt notice my heart in the first place,
but in the long run, it wont be covered up like it was.
it's just easiest that way because then, i dont have to fight
to just breathe out of my arteries, and capilaries and veins.
but now, i'll take my chances and hold my breath, because if
you're around, it feels all the same.
so i know my journal is filled with pictures of marilyn monroe,
but i don't want to be anyone i except for who i am now,
i will let those preconceptions go.
and all my hopes of how she was killed because of her affair with
john fitzgerald kennedy, and it needed to be kept quiet.
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[17 Jan 2005|05:16pm]

dying_____alone
Hey I forgot to tell you I switched my Name I use to be BuryXmeXalive but now I am using this one. So yeah. Everyone please premote this community like no Tomorrow!

Tricia your mod
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young artists have gotta starve... [17 Jan 2005|01:57pm]

jessexelectric
Okay, here's the deal.
I paint clothing, you may or may not have seen my work posted in this [or another] community
Some people have been asking for shirts/hoodies, so I'm making this post for everyone's benefit

click this fake lj-cut for examples of my work
(♥)

still interested?
good!
i can put anything on a shirt [or a hoodie, pants, jacket, etc.]
maybe you love your mom so much you want to put a picture of her on a shirt...i can do that too! it doesn't necessarily have to be band related, if you have an idea, pitch it to me and i'm sure there won't be a problem

-you send me the clothing w/ money, i'll work on it and send it back
-It's $15 for each piece of clothing [this is a flat rate and includes the cost of shipping it back to you]
-you can im me at dinexdashed, email me at shawna_munro@hotmail.com, or just comment in my journal for more info [ie; what you want on your shirt, etc.]

i need money so i can get me some education in the fall =)

x-posted everywhere

thank you for your time.
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[11 Jan 2005|07:38pm]

sins_of_flesh
[ mood | disappointed ]

Wow I've been hella inactive here. Sorry to say I'm leaving all the communities I'm in, I just don't have time to keep up with yall lol. So a million apologies, and good luck :)

[[ Nikki ]]

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[09 Jan 2005|11:25am]

sweetlyxdieing
omg omg omg i think im dieing haha i just got a letter in the mail froma national poetry association saying my poem i submitted was excepted to the semi-finals ah i was really surpised i thought it would say something like your poem is the worse one ever or something haha alright thats all
ex-posted to my journal
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Just tell me it's okay to die... [04 Jan 2005|07:50pm]

dying_____alone
OKay I wrote these a while ago and failed to post them but here they are they are also posted in my journal.

"I'd rather not be writing this to you in a song. But telling you to your face. In doing that I wonder how many girls will take my place? Where do I go from here? I've never felt this way before. Nor have I felt the need to lie. Just to keep you in one place. The pen, pad, paper. I know this is useless to tell you how I feel. I know you do not feel the same. Turn the page Tear up the paper. The ink will drip off your black lips. From the night you left me in this ditch."-Tricia Taylor

"Since, then the young girl didn't know what to do. She couldn't think for herself. She felt her whole life coming to an end. The life she use to know didn't exist. The life she knew now was a lie she didn't wanna believe. Her family doesn't care about the pain that she feels. She tries so hard to be perfect. But she never will succeed. Alone in her dark room waiting for the day to end she paints a picture of a family silhouette. The sun comes up and she still feels the same. But she doesn't know who to blame. Him?-" Tricia Taylor

"It hurts so much to tell you the truth. But I am never letting go. You were that one true special part of me.I lost it all. But it wasn't my fault. I promise! I won't let your tears get a hold on me. They mean nothing to me. You never told me the truth. Why should I? Just wipe that smirk off your face. I know you lied.. It's not that hard to see it in your eyes. I just won't let you get to me anymore. I am ashamed of myself. Is that enough to say? Is that what you wanna hear? I do not blame myself.. Well, maybe I do..? Screw this perfect ending. We are never gonna get it! Even if we did, would it really be perfect?"
---Tricia Taylor
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[19 Dec 2004|10:03pm]

sweetlyxdieing
[ mood | crushed ]

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"you know that Denver Max will always be the only one" [19 Dec 2004|05:56pm]

iamchris
[ mood | sore ]

These are 2 new poems I wrote, enjoy!


Angels Watching Cities Drown 12-9-04

This is not for me
The magician's illusion dies
Take your blindfold off
Feel the burning light, of reality
As you uncover your eyes.
Dreamers are meant to keep
Both legs touching the ground
Reaching for the stars
Is not a career, we're told.
If it's fireworks they want
I'll make sure to torch
This city to the ground
Leaving only the trees to stand
Witness to the cleansing
Of tired souls and broken hearts
Forgotten in the path
Of selective memory.
I'd love to watch this island
Sink to the depths of the sea
As I regain my wings
That were kept away from me.
Ignored by the ignorant
I carry matches to light my way
It may be a lonely road,
But to soar above shackles
Is my chosen journey.



Deceive Me Masquerade 12-16-04

The masquerade
Fashionably late
The festivities can't start without you
Hourglasses
With bloody lips and mischievous eyes
Can't hide their lustful intentions
Of a good time.
The sharpest words
Regurgitated from razor lips
Make murder scenes
Look like child's play.
The corrupted, black are their hearts
Are skeletons protected behind masks
There are keys that need not ever be
Salvaged for salvation.
Toast and celebrate the chandelier goddess
This is a ball and there'll be dancing
Weak are the betrayed
Darling, I'm your prince of intoxication
Place one of your pretty little daggers
Against your deceptive lips
And I'll place my unforgiving dagger
Against your hungry throat
Oh baby, red was never your color
And you were never one for begging
Honestly, who can hear you gurgle
Over party instrumentals
You're just a part of the game, angel
Our little secret, you've always been dead.

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[19 Dec 2004|08:10pm]

sweetlyxdieing
[ mood | crazy ]

 

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[11 Nov 2004|10:04am]

11_seventy_two
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit and how much fun they can have now?
anyone else feel like theres a time limit to hang out with your freinds?

times up. ill miss you.
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[06 Nov 2004|10:33am]
pretendto__care
[ mood | creative ]

Hi guys, I'm new here...well, not exactly, but this is my 1st poem under this username so ... I hope you like it. And if anyone wants to see my old poems, which I highly doubt, my old username was 'xxnicky_is_icky', and I posted before under that name.

So, her it is...It's called, 'Bury Me Again'

Bury her again
Bury her with great care
Bury with the love you once would share
Bury her as if it was a dare
As if you're nervous
As if you're scared
Bury her as you hear the tick-tick-tock of your heartbeat
Bury her as if you're dumping her in an alleyway
On the back of a dead-end street
Bury her again and let her organs lay on a shelf
Just like a tomb
Her biggest wounds
Were the ones on her heart
You are the one
Whose tore her apart
She has other wounds as well
The ones on her wrist
Because of it she's full of shame
For she's not the one to blame
She has more wounds though,
Wounds like mine
His initials and unfinished broken hearts
Send chills up his spine
Bury her again
Bury her once more
Bury her again
With all the secrets she died for.

Leave comments, and I'm open to making new el-jay friends, so if you'd like to be added, Comment!<3

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[01 Nov 2004|10:57pm]

secondbestbloom
I apologize in advance.
Coherency in thinking is not my thing.
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[30 Oct 2004|02:01am]

girll0vesmusic
because i have no life im posting the poem i referred to in my last post:

vodkaCollapse )

let me know what you think...
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[28 Oct 2004|11:00pm]

girll0vesmusic
[ mood | cold ]

new poem =)

i.n.v.i.s.i.b.l.eCollapse )

and i have another one but im not sure about content stuff in here..is drinking/drugs okay as topics etc (i dont want to offend anyone)

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new =) [22 Oct 2004|08:01pm]

girll0vesmusic
heres a latest work by yours truly :

[[i dont have a title yet]]Collapse )

um yeah.

ps my name's katie and i did my own LJ layout =) oh im proud haha AND...yeah comment to my friends only banner if you want to be my friend...add me and ill add you back :P

<3

ps im probably THE WORST speller youve EVER met. please dont make fun of me haha
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We were nothing. [11 Oct 2004|06:39pm]

buryxmexalive
[ mood | depressed ]

Steal This line
Bleached shirt, Faded jacket, torn pants. I wear blood on my chest and a burden around my neck. The truth is to hard to tell. The lie is to hard to find.
The wine stain on your sleeve makes me think you are not the same person that I met. You contradict yourself and the lies they leave you blind.
Please keep the tape rolling and the music playing. The music fills the air I can feel your smooth hand on my knee.
Tell me what you think won't hurt. Fold me up and put me back on the shelf. Empty pages, torn sleeve, dusty cover, reoccurring dreams.

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