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jsut bend the pieces till they fit.like they were made for this..but they werent meant for this!
My name is: over-used
I may seem: moody and annoying
But I'm really: sensitive and scared
People who know me think: i really dont know?
If you know me you'd probably: think you know me...but you have no idea
Sometimes I feel: pointless
My days are pretty: routine, predictable, boring
Yesterday: i slept from when i got home till when i woke up this morning only waking to eat dinner
In the morning I: brush my teeth :)
I like to sleep: all the time..its the only true escape
If I could be doing anything right now I would be: in Paris with the love of my life...im such a hopeless romantic
Money is: not easy to find
One thing I don't have that I wish I did is: someone who cared about me as much as i cared about them
One thing I have that I wish I didn't is: an attraction to cruel boys
All you need is: freedom
When I look in the mirror I see: someone i dont reconignize..i havnt been myself lately
What I Love is: a hurtful game filled with brief periods of complete content that you would die just to live once more.
If an angel flew into my window at night I would: want him to take me to heaven with him
If a demon crashed into my window I would: ask him if he liked chocolate or vanilla
If I could see one person right now it would be: Lauren janusee...whenever i see her it means its the summer time..i miss you lauren
Something I want but I don't really need is: a metal brief-case
I live for: Paris
I am afraid of: falling for him again
It makes me angry when: people make me explain myself
I dream about: getting out of here
I daydream about: standing in the waves and grinding the sand between my toes once more as the sunset peels its last remaining rays from the sky...the only difference from this past reality is that in the daydream..you could be there too
a fish named wanda.....
tomorrow is ocktoberfest and im SO excited i enjoyed ocktoberfest last year more then you'll ever know! Mayfair was amazing as well~
we ate up our words and spit out the shells of the past.
i need a digital camera really cheep so i can buy it for Paris! im so god damned excited
too much summer to count the stars
morning rises pushes down the setting of mars
we sat in the moon light
and watched the elegant shore
the fog rose around us without one word or more
one of those moments you catch in your heart
one of those moments i shared in bliss
once more i held your hand and we'd kiss
i am so cold now
the sun has set
holding your place now this blades a threat
will i ever see you or feel the surrender of your eyes
can i help but feel them stinging me
burning an imprint deep in my memories
and the sky is dark and blue with the cold...
NOTHING COMPARES
can i quit?
im quiting
im quiting my friends
im quiting dancing
i wish i could quit school
i quit you
should i quit living
i went to the doctor guess what he told me? girl you better try to have fun no matter what you do... but hes a fool
Freedom is the opening of a box full of clumsy unread words.
Flowing out from deep inside a defaced object is a cluster of expressions.
Open it and you can see a teeming collection of senseless words.
They detonate for your eyes to see and escape through your utterances.
Unlocked and callow this box lets each word become emancipated.
Streaming and unorganized each word is experienced one by one.
This sentence is a modern emotive; forcing you to read on.
Adjacent to you, this box sat for moment in time; until it was shut up.
Subsequent to this it lay quiet and dusty waiting for a hand with an intention to let it speak again.
In a Dream I could only be myself.
The day would hold such a different fate.
My parent’s screams could go unheard.
Your mouth would kiss me leaving me assured
We’d never fight and by no means would tears sting my bloodshot eyes.
Like the birds we scared out of that inverted tree,
Without running away even I could be free.
Only in a dream could I feel so alive and my life have the impression of being half-way.
When I awake I crave sleep.
Only in my desire could our relationship be deep.
My unconscious fills me with a picture of perfection,
Only to be wrinkled by the sound of a screaming in my ear.
I could be anything in this fantasy world of mine
But most importantly who I yearn to be.
A girl who doesn’t cry herself dry
And who doesn’t disappoint you when she tries.
So maybe ill slip into a dream forever…
A fantasy where I have no fear of being myself.
In my dreams I can be free.
In the fake affections my dreams display,
I don’t feel this comfort during my day.
The counterfeit oxygen I breathe is pulling me deep
Im so attached to the memories I keep.
This unreality has taken me back to the summer.
As we inhale the new summer to come; we exhale out our pain.
We lie on my trampoline till midnight, laughing and acting totally insane.
All the tears and smiles we’ve deemed could not be tainted.
With these unique moments I was reacquainted.
Splashing and racing our lives away in the sun;
September we thought would never come.
Only in dreams could these possibilities exist
That I could rewind time and see the moments I missed.
A million times I will awake
My vagary soon sees a haunting brake.
All around me are tears and things that mean nothing.
I open my eyes and the room is bluffing.
My dream has ended and the snow is thick
On and on my life will move this is insufficiently tragic.
Moments of full subconscious allure, are all you think about during the day.
You’re swept up in those artificial dreams taking you away.
These thoughts I think arnt meant for anyone
And these aftificial tears are jewellery I where to show how much you really know
HOLD ME CLOSER___________________________________________________________________________
your feet as cold as mine, my red tear soaked eyes shine bright we are happy, but for how long? We are shattered adolescents who long to be children just to deem our childhood once again. Now as asthetic individuals we run in the grass, our silence is the artificial beauty we crave, my confidence in your words has coutless unexplainable possibilities. As you shiver, your back hard on the pavement, the stars in your eyes, we postpone our perceptive utterances and hold close this moment of complete understanding. the black paint ive smeared on the wall is a premonition of nothing at all, this opaque image i percieve is enigmatic to myself, but this security is captivating and the time we spend togetehr is short but it makes me miss you all the more. the excitment in your words percolates over me. i tickle and cinge with little spurts of pain. Im so callow but direct and i feel like reality is finding me inside. i hate my life but i love you right now please hold me closer and keep me here to stay. here in our playground where we can laugh and cry all day..out on your roof we sit in the sun holding onto our last breathe of summer we exhale together the car pulls in and the shattered mirrior i once saw myself in repairs for i am not on the path less taken and my future only points to a desk where i will sit...looking out on one inane pane of glass that holds nothing to our dark summer days and warm summer nights] my window will become my plaform which i wish that i could slowly descend from. your imperfect face rushes back to my mind i held out my hand an you took it that night my feet are so cold and my eyes fill with tears. as they pour down my face i am content with your embrace PLEASE hold me closer~
BLACK AND WHITE GRAY AND YELLOW____________________________________________________________
you sit you stare
looking back pretending to care
please dont predict me word for word
you dont know me
purple paper's all i see
stop your complaining before i drop away
do you want in from the outside
its a cool night
where the stars fall to pieces just for you
looking in you dominate
and looking in i see your fate
the shapes are bent and cant find a place to stand
depending on you is not my choice
you dont even look to hear my voice
but the waters jsut to cold to let you drown
i hate this you crave this stop being such an ass hole
ok like 20 months ago i started this poem but couldnt think of any way to end it...here it is
FIRST KISS....(**how original**)_______________________________________________________________________
I saw you i looked into your eyes day after
we walked by one another then swiftly walked away you were so distant your name was not a care i just saw you and understood you
you didn't care
one day i stood by you and started to chatter
we both looked at each other connected
and nothing else seemed to matter
i held your hand then you brounght me near
i saw your eyes and mine filled with tears
your arms around my waist
and with decisions we were faced
you leaned in beside my lips
i felt your hands placed solidly on my hips
then in that moment we stood in the hall not feeling the presence of anyone at all.
just you and me the two of us there
my hand brushing through your soft light brown hair
then we pushed away having nothing more to say
that moment was to long to take
you left my there and hate filled my callow heart
akward and trapped i fell to the floor i sat there all day not making a sound
curled up like a person who'd jsut lost what theyd found
i felt images and feelings i never experienced before
in the dark i sat all by my own
till a tall secret man asked me why i was there
i told him our story and said i was confused
he seemed strange and funny almost amused
he then directed me to the exit and onto the street
my feet hit the pavement like glass hits a hammer
and the beauty of the rain really had NO glamour
he then disappeared without a sound
there i was left once again...no one around
...stars seemed to shine bright above my head
and when i would see you was a moment id dread
the next day i woke up
you woke up beside me and you touched my head
our lips met and silence was all around
isolation and lonliness were pushed to the ground
i am..._______________________________________________________________________________________________
I am morgan. I am young.
Everyday I feel a bit better about all that happened to me as a child.
I am morgan. I am myself.
Myself is not me.
I stay off by myself and figure most everything out.
I am morgan. I am dark.
I walk down a path in the darkness I gather my head and all that is falling out from it
I wonder, you just have to wonder, what the world has come to.
I am morgan. Never thinking.
You should just let the emmotions you have wear you out. Never think about it. You just make a bigger mess that way.
Deep. Deep and regular and far off, off and away from the abuse and the person in my life.
Wish. I wish I had eyes in the back of my head so I could look back at them and put them behind me.
Rage. I have rage and desire for the lightning to come and strike them.
Learn. Learn by your mistakes.
Death. I stood over her hoping she was the last dead person I knew for a while.
Live. She did not live but at least I did not slip into a dark lonely dream beside her unresponsive body.
Myself. I stay.
Get away. I need to cry. Shout.
Pain. Get that pain out of morgan.
Someone else. Then she won’t have to be someone else.
they walked in her room..her belongings still there but there was an absence a deep absence that was felt.... like looking in her eyes....deep an silent blue like her life. a sadness you could nevr capture was what i thought of her. someone i handt seen in a while....i pictured her eyes an i saw her smile once more something i hadnt seen in a while could this be true was she jsut like you had she left me an cried all alone with no smile? was i really never there were her parents never home was i too far away for her to reach me late at night? she didnt leave me n e thing for my acceptance to take place
a letter
while your heart beat drives you mad in the stillness of rmembering what you had an what you lost.........
Get away. I need to cry. Shout.
Pain. Get that pain out of morgan.
Someone else. Then she won’t have to be someone else.
whats wrong?
somethings wrong
everytime i turn away from your sad eyes
it stabs me
an i feel your pain
just thinking of you cramps me up inside
my unexperienced hands trebled as i hit the keypad number by number
i could make it obvious you could deny me
no answer
no solution
you dont know me
how could you know what youve been missing
i will admit i hate those things we said
i will admit i want to talk
i wont admit what i feel
your such a critic you will never get it
and you will never understand
your mind is set in one direction
your emotions dont match mine
drip the droplet drips down my perspiring cup of water
drip the droplet drops down my sopping cheek
i picked out a star for you in the incessant sky
im drowning in the vision of your words
still the star shines and the rain falls
the water feeds into my veins and your star eats away at my tattered sanity
still ill admit an the droplet drips
onto the page where i wrote what i fear about you the most
as a door opens wide into a repetitive dream ive had
a splinter of glass decreases to my sad eyes...
and i wake up in two days past
lock me up
throw me away
tear your eyes
blur your sight
for i am gone
gone away
in the end everythings ok
but nothings ok
this must be the end
i am hurt
you hurt me deep
this lock you found
this lock you keep
everything and everyone in the end we all are one
have you ever been so confused you couldnt even force tears to come to your eyes so you could find comfort in the normal pattern of your insane "life"?
have you ever felt there is no point in living but no point in dieing either?
have you ever wanted something so bad that you hate it?
have you ever asked a nonpresent public meaningless and most importantly solutionless questions?
have you ever cried until the point that your tear ducts cant produce liquid anymore?
have you ever slept on top of a skyscraper?
have you ever slept in a canoe on a lake by yourself with two paddles to row you back to reality in the morning?
have you ever been lost in your house?
have you ever laid under the stars with a brown eyed boy who was twice your age?
have you ever watched omni 1 when the multicultural programs come on?
have you ever felt you could answer yes to any of these questions?
i like the woodbine mohawk commercials espcially when theyre in spanish...
OK HERES THE DEAL WITH THE ^ABOVE^...THIS IS A WHOLE LOTTA RANDOM SHIT...enjoy~:)
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