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Wednesday, September 13th, 2006
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9:47p
I miss my baby already
His sweet warn scent
His laughter in the air
The tough tender and strong
So caring and protecting
I miss my baby already
His scent still on my skin
His taste on my lips
Fresh images in my memory
Smiling at me
I miss my baby already
I’m lost without his presence
Miss his breath against my skin
Miss the warmth that comes within
Without him by my side
I feel so empty
All I can do is cry
His voice of an angel
Whispering soft lullabies
I miss my baby so much
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9:48p
Alone in the cage of my mind
Striving for existence
Crying to pass time by
Dreaming of my Lilith
Craving for life
Empty inside
In this empty shell
I stand-alone
I am empty
This shell is my cage.
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9:48p
Those where the days
When I had good friends
To laugh and cry
To pass time by
To hug for no reason
And in times of sorrow
A shoulder to cry
In times of pain
A voice of comfort
Oh, how much I miss my childhood friends
When trust and affection came so easy
Now that is nothing left
We grow into machines
We lost our friends
And it’s so hard to find new ones
For trust is tight
And affection is fake
Zombies is all I see ahead
I am my only friend
I want good friends.
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9:50p
Opportunities do not come for those who wait
Those who wait do not wait
They are stuck in one same place
So afraid to move
Wishing that the right things
Will just drop in their laps.
Ambition must be a must
In this life of reality
Those who want to achieve
Go for it, look for it,
Seek what they want
Fight with teeth and claws
Dive in headfirst
There is only learning
Archiving and improving.
Why can I do this?
I know what needs to be done
My fear so strong
I just wait and think
Not making a single move.
Sometimes I think about pain and suicide. I had been throw that “teenager phase”. Not going back there, just trying to understand why.
And what the whole thing about cutting your wrists? Why is it so appealing? Maybe because you actually can see yourself bleeding, wasting away, slowly.
And why are Goths so attractive? Their white skin, black raven hair, red lips and lost deep gaze.
Poetry
Expressing oneself inner feelings
Getting retribution for yourself as a person of deep intelligence and being able to touch others with your words of wisdom.
Attention and love, emotions and life
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9:50p
Oh, my sweet loneliness is killing me slowly
Like the blood flowing from my cut wrists.
Tears falling for an eternity
From my eyes tired of seeing
Nothing in the world around me.
Recognition
Admiration
Inves de imaginar amigos perfeitos,
Deve viver com os limoes que a vida me da
Aceitar o que vem pelo meu caminho
Inves de sonhar com um caminho que naum eh meu.
“VEM, VAMOS EMBORA
QUE ESPERAR NAO E SABER
QUEM SABE FAZ A HORA
NAO ESPERA ACONTECER.”
I’m writing in between the lines.
Dust everywhere
Cant be bothered
To com frio.
Vou acender uma vela.
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