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THE BUSH DIVER! (drunkrthnaskunk) wrote,
@ 2004-02-12 21:04:00
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    Current mood: apathetic
    Current music:Jewel-Adrian

    please don't say i love you
    not much going on, i've been very happy lately :-)!! i'm just using this entry to put a couple of recent poems up, enjoy fuck wads...


    this first one is untitled about a girl in my art class who is pregnant..she is actually happy about it, i think, even though she is only 15..wait a minute...that's old to still be in 8th grade! any way, here it goes... it's from her perspective but it's how i would feel if i were pregnant..

    I can feel your dirty nails
    penetrating my skin
    leaking blood onto dirty, cheap sheets.
    I can feel your pleasure throbbing inside of me,
    penetrating my used body.
    Is this what you wanted?

    Did you want a child
    did you expect this from me, so young?
    Well I hope you're happy now,
    this is your child
    growing inside of me.
    For 9 months I'll wait while you decide
    if you're going to run from this.

    Do I look pregnant?

    the next one is fairly self explanitory, also untitled, read and figure it out...

    I will not be tempted by unclean thoughts.
    I will not give into the wrong ways of living.
    I will live by your guidence,
    I'll be normal, I swear.
    I can only beg that you'll see past my
    disgusting ways of love.

    You were right when you called me a sick fag.
    When you kicked my teeth
    all the way down into my stomach.
    You made the right choice to slam me against a brick wall
    and whip your dick out and fuck me
    Right...there.

    But you were wrong when you said
    I couldn't love her, and she shouldn't love me.
    You were nothing but wrong.
    Just overwhelmed by the fact that
    what you called your own didn't want the title anymore.
    I think you were wrong when you beat
    me half to death, begging for breath
    so you could step
    over my broken body and try to kiss her.
    And I smile every time I replay your face in my head when she
    pushed you away and came to me.

    I will not give into your lifestyle
    that you adore when I'm happy with the way I am.
    I will not let you intimidate me.
    I will not cry over festering wounds
    left on my body for days as they heal
    as I run from you.
    Because I'm so much more
    then just some sick fag.


    i think that's all I want to write here for now, i might put up some of my older ones later, if you're reading "thanks" for all your wonderful support! haha.....nerds



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