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Monday November 30, 2009
Poem/Artistic Stories
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mirrors crack
think there talking behind your back
all eyes are on you
mimicing what they show you
your lives disguised by magazines
gotta get thinner to stay in the scene
when alls dead and gone
you'll be living on empty dreams
too vain to see you've lost
your lost in a sea of broken teeth
self image
is all important to get a head
in a world where you just need to be pretty
or a slut to survive
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We cannot see her at first. The shadows hide her, make us blind to her. It isn't until a soft sniffle comes from the corner of the room that we finally know she's there, huddled in the dark with her knees up to her chest. Crying. Crying so quietly, it seems wrong to be imposing. We know that she doesn't want to be heard. She is scared of us, scared of them. She is afraid of everyone n...2 Recommendations3 Comments
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thoughts:
life is like a dream,
when i am gone it will be like i am waking up,
and i will become like a dream to you,
i will fade and become blurry like an old dream you had....
i only hope that i am like one of those dreams that you want to keep having over and over again...1 Recommendation3 Comments -
Completely lost,
in a cloud of guilt
and grief,
walking among the living
but living among the dead.
Completely lost in sadness
and engulfed by despair,
at the end of my rope,
too much weight to bear,
does life even care?2 Recommendations5 Comments -
Blinded, by the atrocities
that DO happen here,
in the ghetto where I live,
Deafened by the sound of AK's
and nines,
Such as the one that
silenced my baby
on that August night.....
Chosen for the beautiful
brown color of his skin...
so should I hate every
single African-American
that walks past?
Or should I embrace
my best friend,
who is as dark as the
obsidian that my
ancestors DID worship?
I choose to emb...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
im living with a noose round my neck
a bomb in my head
it ticks every second just to remind me
that unless i fight back i'll never be free from this curse
that fear and hate created 7 years after my birth
i want to be free from paranoid dreams
nightmares screaming even when im awake
i feel the strain from the dirty noose around my face
slowly falling to choke my everlasting fate
i hate that noose
ju...2 Recommendations2 Comments -
when did it start to be
wrong to believe in yourself??
all alone wishing you were somewhere else
where you felt needed by everyone
this is how we start to become
nothing more than sycophants
we hide behind meanings
screaming gimme one more chance pretty please
i'll say everything that you need to(hear)
i lost all faith in you
the day that the fire inside your heart
turnt to ash
where did you go??
i feel...1 Recommendation3 Comments -
i cant stop walking
because every time i stop
i fall down on my face
you allways dream about nothing
your worlds small enough to steal
i've been dreaming about ruining my insides
just to wait something new
a breath of fresh air
to these dried up lungs
my last breaths for myself
you cant stop complaining
the worlds too scary right now
how can i dream when im scared of myself??
i just struggle with the wor...1 Recommendation3 Comments -
Why do i tend to be a selfish cunt,
Why do i find it hard to open up and share,
Why am i all these things,
Its as is i don't even fucken care !
All my own thoughts trapped in my head,
I need to release these from my mind,
But how can i do this,
These are the answers i must seek and find !
Terrible shit, only caring about myself
Putting people close to me last
I want to beat this pattern,
Beat it a...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
While I was talking to you and I looked,
time stopped in that instant:
your heart spoke to me:
love me, it said, and I obeyed.
As I whispered that I loved you,
feelings rose up,
and I listened to your voice
tell me that you loved me too.
The sky was visible in your eyes,
and I could feel the want in your kiss.
It was a look,
a frenzy of kisses,
a feeling of lust.
It was an endless moment with you,
n...2 Recommendations3 Comments
