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dear you:

there are storm clouds in your eyes
and all the warning signs
are pointing to destruction.

the cracks marring your cheeks
are oozing pus
and lies
and your makeup coverings have failed you.

you're falling apart
and screaming through every minute
and don't you see?

you've lost pounds of soggy eyelashes
and your skin is leaking pigment,
and god,
i only want to help you,
but you don't see yourself the way i do.

dear mirror girl:

i'm not happy with your grin.

it's much too fake;
a sloppy paint job
with no hope of ever changing.

you have rings around your eyes
and all you care to do is stare in desolation,
but don't you get it?

i'm tired of this lie.

take your hands out of your pockets
and wipe those tear-stains from your cheeks,

there are more important things
than beauty sleep
and relaxing baths
and that drawing in the corner.

wake up
and smell reality:
the rain falls everywhere,
not just on you.

dear me:

stop squashing your heart.

i realize it's fragile
and it's broken
and it hurts...

but please...

i need it to breathe.

stop choking me with tears
and guilt
and apologies...

and just let me breathe.

I'm being a bit hard on myself me thinks.

Ah well, it's something, at least.

April 2010


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a lover Pained
a lover Hurt
a lover Saddened-
a lover Curt.

a lover Stained
a lover Lied
a lover Sent To-
a lover Cried.

a lover Trained
a lover Bored
a lover Let Go-
a lover Stored.

a lover Tainted
a lover Tried
a lover Scorned-
a lover Died.
ah the lover...the secrets...the affair...the sorrow\\.lolz I wrote this trying to think of the negative properties of a lover.~~
tell me your thoughts.^^
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A woman waiting by the window,
Statue held by bated breath
No letters yet, no news of death.

The draft has come and cleared the board,
Of all but Bishops, Knights and Queens.
The Pawns have gone to play abroad,
And die in budget battle scenes.

To fall with phosphor flashing rounds
The Draft has come, Oh empty towns.
For SirBret's competition


The Draft has come, oh empty towns.
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I really hate to say this
(HAH! What are we, ten?)
I'm not sure that this is working
(I don't WANT to be your friend!)
Everything has gone downhill
(I blame this shit on you!)
I need to work some problems out
(I know exactly what to do)
So what have you been doing?
(Who did you sleep beside last night?)
How's your life been lately?
(How does her hair look in the light?)
I completely understand
(but can I strangle you just for fun?)
I'm happy as long as you are
(I hope you know that we are done.)
So why did you call me?
(Can't you leave me the Hell alone!?)
It was nice of you to think of me
(Should I disconnect my phone?)
Oh, so did you get my email?
(Do I have to block you as well?)
Have I gotten annoying yet?
(because you're putting me through Hell.)
Yeah, we had some good times.
(Why won't you let me forget?!)
Oh yeah, I remember saying that!
(Aren't you tired of this yet?)
Yeah, maybe we'll try it again
(Don't you see that I don't care?)
Okay, we'll see if it works out.
(Come near me? Don't you dare!)
What exactly are you saying?
(Don't pull that "innocent" shit.)
I'm not sure I understand
(In fact, I doubt I believe it.)
Were you telling me the truth?
(How many more lies can you dish out?)
I know I'm being quiet
(would you prefer I fucking shout?)
I don't have that much to say
(If I talk, I'll lose control.)
No, nothing exciting has happened
(except another guy now owns my soul.)
So what do you want to talk about?
(How about all of your little lies?)
No, I haven't met anyone
(haha, are you going to be surprised.)
Yeah, sure, of course we're still friends...
(you're not the only one good at pretending)
No, of course I'm not mad at you
(because I'm glad this is finally ending.)
I'll talk to you later, have fun until then!
(I have the strength to let go and move on.
I know that you'll keep popping into my life,
but you can't tear me down if I'm already gone.

So goodbye Prince Charming, I'm walking away,
I no longer want to live with this doubt.
I'll let someone else take care of your shit.

Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.)
So I think this was partially inspired by "So Yesterday," by Hilary Duff.

The normal sections are the things that I said, the italicized are the things I guess I was supposedly thinking as this conversation occurred. I was a snotty one, wasn't I?

Written in April 2004/2005
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“I have a riddle for you,” you said, and I smiled,
twisting my hair in my fingers.
“good. I like riddles.”
“if there’s a worm,” you said, “stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down – ”
“he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day,” I said.
“I know that one.
I have one for you.”
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
“okay,” you said, hesitantly.
“if there’s this relationship,” I said,
“stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?”
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Remember remember,
The birds of September
That darkly floated in,
Before the sun-burst of colour
And heavy briefcase rain.
Before all falling shapes were lost
In choking clouds of concrete dust
And journalists, (that's full grown men)
Showed their tears on CNN.

But my diction only sours-
So remember remember,
The birds of September,
Gliding into towers.
And when you see infantry in the East,
Lament then;
The price of our peace.
Sep 11th in case you missed it.
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Like the first time you scraped your knees
Or fell flat on your face
Vindicated until the limit boils and
Ends as quickly as it came
Recall the terrified feeling of being
Separated in a dark place
Like the time you lost yourself in the woods
Expecting to be gone without a trace
And the sting of bitter words
Vocalized in your first fight
Extracts thoughts from far away
You can’t sleep at night
Or the flush of pain
Upon your youthful skin
Every time you were tore down
Memories stirring from within
Perhaps it is all these things
That makes the heartache worse, lovers leave
You empty, an unavoidable curse.
I haven't a clue where this came from, I just wrote out the acrostic form using the title and everything fell into place.

"I here by allow :iconthestoryguild: to use my work."
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