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[05 Sep 2004|02:18pm]


     So many faces unwilling to confess what's lying behind their lips.  Ashamed and tired, it seems like it wouldn't be worth while living another day here.  Beg me to run away, it's always the same.  I know, I don't want to see you either.  No sense in apologizing, I pay dearly for my mistakes.  She is the clearest scar in my collection, she is the stinging in my lungs when I breathe.  Grown tired of counting hours, my battery is running low.  Every day is a repeat, every word is a cliche.  Give me something to believe in and I swear I'll try my best.  It's these habits that I resent.  These pills that I take may be useful in one way or another..  I can touch the cold with my fingertips when I'm lying alone in my bed.  I breathe her in and I begin to freeze.  Watching her move with each graceful step she takes, she's almost through.  Her voice is poison to my veins, so I won't have to fight for long..  I just want this dream to end.

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[04 Sep 2004|02:34pm]

     The sun closes her eyes and the stars will sing us to sleep.  A ray of beauty which we choose to wish upon floats through the lullaby.  Lying in the grass atop the hill where you held her hand.  Maybe she's watching over me now?  Every line, parallel with the sky.  And every tear can climb mountains high.  You could swear you heard her call your name, but it must have been the wind.  I'm sure where ever you've gone that you don't care about me anymore.  If I would've known that it would be our last kiss, I would never have let go.
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[26 Aug 2004|03:42pm]
[ mood | blah ]

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In God we trust. [10 Aug 2004|05:58pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

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[09 Aug 2004|01:00am]

[ mood | tired ]

     Look into the eyes of August.  I've seen our story unfold but yet, am afraid of the same events again.  Laugh with the voice of June.  The sweet innocence of her smile can bring out the youngest fantasies in you.  Love with the heart of April.  The beauty of new life will urge you to run back to him.  And if you find no reason to adore the life you live, don't you be ashamed, because you are not alone.  Let the rivers flow with the icing of December.  The brain freeze that will help you realize your regret.  No one ever meant for this to happen.  You are not alone.

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Another poem 4 all of ur plesures [07 Aug 2004|09:17pm]

[ mood | chipper ]


I got some news for today
Somthing to take all our problems away
The news i cannot bare
Therefor I have to share
A comet is heading for us
To turn our world to dust
It will be here in nine little years
Here to drown all of our tears

I see these people walking by
Not knowing there ganna die
Such a wonderful thing to be
So really care free
I wish i was that relaxed
But my fear has grown to its max
On the floor, I cant help but crawl
As I think about that big fire~ball

Then I think for a while
As I grow a big smile
As I look in the sky, My fear begans to fade
Deep down inside lies the pain people made
When the time reaches dawn
My hurt will be gone
When my body is deceased
I'll finally rest in peace

The only way to kill the pain inside
Is if i finally died
Is that what I want, what I need
For my soul to be freed
Then as I look to the skies
My fear begans to rise
I hope this ism is fake
I hope its a mistake....

They say in nine years
We'll be rid of our fears
But until we reach that time
Our fears will incline
Look at the people driving down the street
Saying hello to every one they meet
Being so really care free...

Oh, how I wish that was me.

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Io ti usero. [31 Jul 2004|02:38am]

     I'll allow you to hate me because believe me, I would use you.  Watch me with your eyes shut tight.  I thought that I was normal, now I just don't know.  You're nothing more than a melody in my head.  I'm afraid to open my door.  So paranoid of someone waiting there.  I know your face, I've seen you before.  Throw me against the wall and dig your nails into my neck.  I'll let out my most senseless wail.  Your ears crave the pitch, feed on me.  Feed on me.
     The paint spewing from my aorta, the fountain in your backyard that you always wanted.  The vision only lasted for the mere minutes.  So you can try and hang yourself but you won't have to worry, because the string isn't strong enough to keep you up.  And you can try to taste the sour bullet from a pistol in the back of your throat, but the ammunition has already been eaten.  You're stuck here with your eternal itch that you just can't seem to please.  You'll never wake up from your daydreams.
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Ummm.... I Got MoRe Poems 4u [24 Jul 2004|08:38pm]

[ mood | I can make things besides S*** ]

"Bleeding into the air"

I slowly sit there
Bleeding into the air
And if the wound dont heal
I swear I dont want to feel

Taking by the hate
Slowly realizing my fate
Truth makes me insane
Bleeding out all my pain
Cutting off my ear
I don't ever want to hear
Stab the knife into my eye
I wont have to see me

As I slowly sit there
Bleeding into the air
And if the wound dont heal
I swear I dont want to feel it

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[24 Jul 2004|01:28am]

[ mood | nostalgic ]

Standing in the cold, I can see my every breath.
I stand still infront of my wishing well
where you used to pray for my good health.
So late at night, you would come disturb the silence out here
all just for me?
You recited your prayer and you looked at the clouds.
The sky, cradling them as if they were it's own children.
The earth, cradled by a loving father
surrounding her, protecting her from all harm.
He gives her air, she sees through him
and all she sees is beauty.
The shining stars,
going every which way they so choose.
You're not alone tonight,
no one is alone tonight.

I wonder, why do I leave myself so open?
Why do I make myself vulnerable to such pain?
Is my cry the siren your words have been craving?
Today, I set the rainbows afire.
Today, I will put out the candle you so call your sunset.
I will be the bull, running wild in your jewelry store.
Soothe my mind with the softest wind from your lips,
and ease my pain with the softest touch of your fingertips.
The moon will not be alone tonight.
The moon will be alone no more.

The scent of a rose, twisting and turning,
sneaking into your breath and then taking it away.
Every secret star, drifting through your transperancy.
You have no need to dream anymore, this is genuine.
Your words: the gust of wind which disturbs all the leaves.
Collapsed and soaked into the soil, open for the footsteps at will.
The roof, afraid of the dark
anxious for the morning sun.
Will the rain dictate your secrets to me?
Will I ever be free of this lethargy?
I am not notable, just different.
Let these words spread through you like my cancer.

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[20 Jul 2004|06:45pm]

[ mood | sick ]

Speeding down the same old highway,
nothing's gonna stop me now.
Not your words, not his care, or her love.
I don't want to hear any of it.

The trees and the cliffs call me like sirens,
I guess I don't care enough to say good-bye.
This landscape will be my end,
my picture lying beside the shroud.
And if you cry just one single tear,
That would be enough to make me regret all this..

Every feather serves a purpose,
one bad light could ruin the show.
Don't you blame any of this on time,
she's only doing what she has to do.

Angels searching for holes in the clouds
while I gasp for breath in mid-air.
Where was He when I floored the gas pedal?
Full speed ahead boys, no land for miles.
Gonna be the talk of the town,
"Oh what a tragedy, oh what a horrible mistake!"
And if you cry just one single tear,
that would be enough to make me regret all this.

Police and camera's surround the disaster,
death always seemed to catch your eye.
With the vanity, the story from my parents
or do they prefer not to speak?

What if I said, "yeah, this is all your fault."
would you take my words to heart?
Well, then here, "yeah, this is all your fault."
Let me blame everyone else but me.
Your constant need for change,
well is it as good as it rang in your ears?
Then let this be your proof,
"everything will never be ok."

If these words happen to make you ache, then good.
This is what I wrote them for.
And if you cry one single tear, then I'm sorry
that I wasn't there to watch it fall.

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[19 Jul 2004|04:14pm]

[ mood | Did i do that? WOW! ]

"Father Figure"

My soul revolves around you
You cant stand anything I do
All your screaming and your bullshit
Make me cry and I'm sick of it
Why cant you back down
Why cant you turn around
Oh god the feelings I feel
Will this pain ever heal

I want this to go away
Cant stand it no more
Why do you say the things you say
Stop pushing me to the floor...
I don't want to feel it any more

My whole life I've felt like dirt
The things you say they make me hurt
I am hopeing that in time
We can put all this crap behind
A real father figure is all I need
To come and help me stop the bleed
No more can I keep up this fight
My soul dies down inside...

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New Guy..... [18 Jul 2004|05:11pm]

[ mood | creative ]

name or nickname:: Chris oR Munky..... u choose
age:: ganna b 15 in a couple of weeks
favorite bands:: KoRn, Red Hot Chili Peppers, a perfect circle, Tool
2 -3 pictures:: no camera yet, sry....
who you promoted us to:: my community

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[18 Jul 2004|01:41pm]

name or nickname:: italy.
age:: 16
favorite bands:: Bright Eyes, Modest Mouse, At the Drive-in, Brand New, Coldplay
2 -3 pictures::  none as of now.  When I get on the computer I usually use I'll have them.
who you promoted us to:: </a></strong></a>55_tears
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[16 Jul 2004|08:26pm]

Lately I've been picturing your face.
You and me, face to face.
Then it happens..
You pull out your knife
and you cut up my lips,
you stab through my cheek,
you go slick down my skull.
At least now,
you have a reason to look away.
You scream out every word from then on.
Every single word you've ever bottled,
every lie and feeling you kept form me.
I sit here,
I'm not sure how I'm taking this all in.
But I reach in the pocket of my jacket.
I take out a neatly wrapped box.
Inside it was the most beautiful thing
that you've never seen.
It was my living, breathing heart
there, just for you.
And with such delight,
you did what I feared you would.
You played with it at first.
Then you finished it like you always said you would.
You stuck the knife straight through.
You held up your new trophy,
you were so amused...
So in love with hate
that it makes me laugh.
You almost felt sorry for me,
you did.
At least you did the work for free.
Now you slit my neck.
The last breath I ever took
was the scent of your hand
over my mouth, forcing the knife across my throat
and so amused...
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