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ASK ME.
[you may get an answer.]
Ask me how it feels to love.
To love the person you can't have.
The one who can brighten your day,
even if it's with an insult.
Ask me how it feels to need.
To be so desperate for their care
that you go to severe measures.
To sit alone and cry for no reason
Ask me how it feels to hurt.
To know that something you once had,
something that you cherished to much,
was ripped out from under you.
Ask me how it feels to wonder,
To sit in bed late at night thinking,
racking your brain for any reason
that they would do that to you.
Ask me how it feels to lose.
To seem as if you're on top of the world,
and then fall so fast that you break.
Hit the ground so hard you can't even cry.
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| Dark tropics |
[29 Mar 2007|10:25pm] |
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mood |
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 cold |
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Snakes slithering in the brush of your mind
Reels of memories flooding your hate
watching the razor blade kiss your skin
leaving rivets of red in its wake.
Anger with pain take up your dime
eat through your wallet
gush red through time
Wrist watch soaked
crimson and gold
the dark tropics blunt and bold
suck away your being
the very soul
while demons dance
past glazed eyes
life fades
To your demize
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| Sup |
[29 Mar 2007|10:22pm] |
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<b>Application </b>
<lj-cut text="SweetestHoney">
<Font Face="Tahoma"><font size="4"><B><U>About Me;</U></B>
<Font Face="Tahoma"><font size="2"><B>NAME;</B>:
<B>AGE 25;</B>:
<B>GENDER; Male</B>:
<B>LOCATION; SinCity</B>:
<B>RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single;</B>:
<b>POET?; yesh</b>
<b> WHERE DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE COMMUNITY?browsing ;</b>:
<b> INTERESTED IN BECOMING A COMOD? WHY? I have no idea what that is</b>
<b> IF SO, POST 200 X 200 SIZED PICTURE HERE FOR THE INFO PAGE</b>:
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| Surrender |
[19 Jul 2006|12:32am] |
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Simple you think I am, but the reality of which you run from is that the complexity of my mind is surprising difficult for you to gather.
Never understanding of the pain i feel. No matter the source it hurts. Continuous negligence will remain until you grasp the thought of my own raelm of reality.
A grasp held dear by the hand that once embraced my heart. Nurturing my love with grains of surrender. Flying the white flag with no fear of embarrassment. Relinquishing your power over your heart to me. Stepping down off the captain's chair.
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| LOCKED! |
[08 Jul 2006|04:05pm] |
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