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That first poem got power. I like it and it rocks.
The second poem, as much as it reminds me of my past experience, (I was the friend who couldn't handle being a friend anymore) I feel it could use a little work. I don't know, but it lacked something for me. I don't know, maybe it's because my head is reeling from the first poem then I came across the second poem and not looking too closely. Not one to criticize... hell, I'm not even sure. I'll read it again later...
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There's loneliness in the radios...
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It's Ok, I typed the second poem last night through tears...I just wanted to get the feelings out, and away from me. That poem means nothing to me now, so if you want to critcize go ahead...I'm just not going to touch it cause it's such a fresh and raw wound....
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~There are a great many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane.~
~Is that my hand in your pocket or am I just happy to see you?~
~You want me to dress up as Wonderwoman, tie you up in my golden lariat and make you tell the truth, don't you?~
~A super-calloused fragile mystic cursed with halitosis~ *prov. by Dano*
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*hugs AsIs and Bran* Thanks
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~There are a great many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane.~
~Is that my hand in your pocket or am I just happy to see you?~
~You want me to dress up as Wonderwoman, tie you up in my golden lariat and make you tell the truth, don't you?~
~A super-calloused fragile mystic cursed with halitosis~ *prov. by Dano*
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I've done it before
It is nothing new
Held it poised
Above my breast
A steady hand
A strong will
A little nick here
A little gouge there
The blade seers
But I don't feel a thing
I am numb
My heart is dead
I feel the stickiness
Not the warmth
That it once had
Just viscosity
I see it
A blazing red streak
A beacon across
Pale white skin
My skin, pale
That is mine
My blood
My hurt spilled
My eyes well up
I've done it before
I'll do it again
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Winter came
And winter went
I'm in the summer
Of my contempt
Spring is here
Oh what joy
The time of year
To screw the toy
Winter went
I feel the same
All is lost
Til I came
I hold fast
To my hope
That I'll find
Another way to cope
Hours go by
It's all the same
I've done it again
Here's to my shame
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~There are a great many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane.~
~Is that my hand in your pocket or am I just happy to see you?~
~You want me to dress up as Wonderwoman, tie you up in my golden lariat and make you tell the truth, don't you?~
~A super-calloused fragile mystic cursed with halitosis~ *prov. by Dano*
~These pants contain the ultimate power in the Universe. I suggest we use it.~
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Wow. That last one in particular. Wow.
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Branflakes. The Ninja Lesbian. The Milk Getter. The Hair Gel Getter. I get it all!
I'm the Butch.
The one Necro calls "brain".
I walk the path, trying not to get pulled into the weeds.
"walking away, no longer running."--NecroFlash
"See that star...the one shining brighter than all the others? I know the girl who hung it there."
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*grins sheepishly* Thanks Bran *hugs Dano and Bran* Thanks you two
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I feel an ache
I'm weak and tired
I don't want to cry
I feel it welling
Welling up inside
I had it in my grasp
A promise to keep
I keep promises
A secret to keep
I keep secrets
The line is dead
I gasp
I moan
I want to scream
But I whine instead
Through gritted teeth
And clenched fists
Tears come and they go
I want what is best
For you and not me
hmm, there might be more
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~There are a great many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane.~
~Is that my hand in your pocket or am I just happy to see you?~
~You want me to dress up as Wonderwoman, tie you up in my golden lariat and make you tell the truth, don't you?~
~A super-calloused fragile mystic cursed with halitosis~ *prov. by Dano*
~These pants contain the ultimate power in the Universe. I suggest we use it.~
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My mind is blazing
Spots appear before my eyes
I cringe
Poised
The pain is there
Then it's gone
A pain as sweet as honey
One that I have almost forgotten
Do you hear it?
I do...it calls me
I feel it too
A white hot pain
Across my breast
If I died now
I would forget
I would not remember
I would be forgotten
I would not be remembered
