| Mostly emotional poetry, or poetry that I have written just by messing around with different, pretty sounding words. Some photos are there also. |


Song of heartThe sound of your breathing is equally as maddening as a metronome.Song of heart
Sing, love, sing like my heart.
I wish to almost hold you so close, and hold you so tight within my bones, that your heart, in all it's goodness Crushes me in trying to shatter my impurities;;
For you are so bright! You are the blessed light of the sun that shines Within my mind.


More enterpriseYou want us to conform With your bleached hair and polished nails ideas of How we should be? Well I'm sorry, but we won't.More enterprise
You want us to agree with you When you say We should be something other than Who we are? Well I'm sorry, but we will not. We can not.
You want us to Step into line, And play the perfect, polished, responsible girl, With not a care? How can we? How can you?
You want us to Uphold your reputation By wrapping your authority-plagued hands Around our throats And telling us to Shut up


TruthYou hide from it, You twist it, Until it is no longer pure, You despoil, and devour it Out of sight,Truth
For it is harsh, So much like the wind On the face of a mountain; It wracks you, it shakes you. It sears the skin from your face, And you know That things Can never hold that familiar light as they did.
Can you handle this? Just even hold a little, minuscule speck? I know no one can simply Hold it in their hands and say It is nothing.
But can you stand while This storm shows you How the world you li
| Mostly emotional poetry, or poetry that I have written just by messing around with different, pretty sounding words. Some photos are there also. |
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"Maybe you could walk with me a while. Maybe I could rest beneath your smile. Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold cause it's a long trip alone."~Dierks Bentley
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No instrument of torture, no weapon
Not any fucking technical horrible machine
Can put the disaster to the next level
Evocation of armageddon...
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe
And words that
~Thomas Gray.
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"Maybe you could walk with me a while. Maybe I could rest beneath your smile. Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold cause it's a long trip alone."~Dierks Bentley
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe
And words that
~Thomas Gray.
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-Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should
it's hard to find, but thats alright yeah-ee-yeah!-
**I no longer believe in happy endings**
"runing around yelling being really violent braking shit" todays teenagers
Coffee
Fredie
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe
And words that
~Thomas Gray.
--
-Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should
it's hard to find, but thats alright yeah-ee-yeah!-
**I no longer believe in happy endings**
"runing around yelling being really violent braking shit" todays teenagers
Coffee
Fredie
--
Poetry is thoughts that breathe
And words that
~Thomas Gray.
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I'm like an elephant I never forget.
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