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No One Ever Fails To LeaveWith a cup of coffee, I sit alone at a table for four If my mind starts to wander, I drink a little more To keep my mouth from speaking to an empty room I tell myself it will be time to leave for work soonNo One Ever Fails To Leave
I stare at myself, just a bathroom mirror reflection Staring back is some perfectly put together projection I’m just a ghost haunting the body of a girl you’d want to know But no one ever fails to leave once I let them see into my soul
Interstate driving with a head full of thought and beautiful song Keeping myself occupied by singing along I purge my emotions with th
by ~little-masochist
Right HereThese days I’m barely living, always remembering I’m always thinking of the hope that flew away I turn up the sad songs that make me think of you The ones that define the reasons you couldn’t stayRight Here
I’m still the same as I was then But I must appear a bit more broken You’ve become something else, something less clear But I’m still the same – I am still right here
These days I feel I’m hating, constantly berating I’m always beating myself for things I never did I spill my feelings onto paper without much relief Rhymes on a page can’t change the things we never said &
by ~little-masochist
DisappointmentI don’t think you’ll be coming here again The memories have been cleansed from my skin But a quiet lie still greets me in the morning Silencing the words you’ve been formingDisappointment
If you’d take the time to look inside me You’d find I’m not as disappointing as you’d want me to be You run from the potential of love Leaving a mess behind with a girl who feels she’s fucked it up
I don’t think you’ll be calling anymore Things will never be what they were before I box myself in with denial and hope There’s really no other way to cope
If you’d take the time to loo
by ~little-masochist
WhoreI spread myself out, and you tell me to wait In hopes of avoiding those same damn mistakes So I pull on my clothes, and ask you when But you seem so unsure of the time to beginWhore
I curl on my side as you switch off the light Unable to give me yourself tonight I squeeze my eyes shut as you pull me in close Fighting the pain I don’t want you to know
My heart aches as I realize I’ll never be more In your eyes than just some meaningless whore Your words tell me no, but your hands say yes As I’m pulled under the spell of your caress
I ask you to speak, but y
by ~little-masochist
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She Puts the WeightsShe Puts the WeightsShe Puts the Weights
She is hosting a party; I drift, incongruous, anchored arm in arm, as tides of unknown faces flow around, eager and pale. The scene greys and ripples in ominous disquiet, my eyes glass and soon I breathe solidity – weighted, bottomed, I rest.
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I sit alone, surrounded by still air, let thoughts step careful, balance, see plain skies spread, multiply to distance, see ground sink out beneath, accelerate, then tumble, scenes swirl, shoes trip and breath catches — but she holds me close, holds me firm.
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by ~blindsuperhero
elysium is...frenzied now to get as close to naked as I can I've got the sweat anxiety trapped underneath my skin and the itch is so maliciously endearing, that they dont understand.elysium is...
naked and ragged, too much time in paradise makes you take stakes to your skin. elysium is the sort of deprivation you cant spend eternity in.
gone crawling through brush in a slathering search for the graciousness of kings of pain... the ones that you scorned while they tended and warmed you and now long for worse than the wane.
but lucky for you,
by ~extramundane
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- Current Residence: West Virginia
- Interests: writing, entertainment, singing, long road trips, reading, photography, art in general
- Favourite movie: Interview With the Vampire, Gladiator, Fight Club, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Elliott Smith, Coheed and Cambria, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Radiohead, etc.
- Favourite artist: Giorgio de Chirico and Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Writer: Chuck Palahniuk ... Poet: Sylvia Plath and anyone who can actually make me feel their words
- MP3 player of choice: I'm addicted to my iPod ... How sad.
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I was just browsing, and found your page. Just procrastinating some grading, I guess...
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