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Tell me about yourself
Give me your name
Call me up sometime
Get into the game
You don't get out much
Hey I've been there before
Don't give me a sob story
I just want the score
It's old news
I know how it is
Yeah you just said it
Tell me what you missed
Where did the time go
It's past time
Oh you have to jet
I have no rhyme
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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
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Sometimes, a person can make us feel as if we're just rambling on... good concept Miral.
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I try to be humble but this guy threw my greatness in my face! I'm trying to deny my greatness!
"Everything belongs to me because I am poor." - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody
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I glare at the mirror
Trying to see what he sees
I close my eyes
Disbelief at what he says
My eyes open and look again
The pessimist stares back
Seeing a sagging, bulging body
Mercilessly flawed
I don't see it
Where is the beauty?
I can only see me
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Ugly
He's seen me nude
If he had shied from me
I would have understood
He didn't, I actually wish he had
I don't know beauty
I shrug on my jeans
Too loose
I shrug on my tee
Too big
I hide my body
I don't want prying eyes to see
The mirrror glares back
It reflects the memory
I cringe against it
I can't stand to see me
The natural me is disgusting
But I still see it
My clothes don't hide
It makes me angry
"They're baggy!!" I scream silently
My reflection transforms
The person everyone see, everyday
A girl that wears baggy clothes
She is back and I smile
I lean forward slightly
My hair falls in my eyes
I blink and I'm comfortable
I leave
The mirror casting its cold eye at my back
The reflection is still there
The memory of my self
Mourning the fact of me
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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
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oh my gosh miral.. if I didn't know otherwise I'd swear that were written about me.. you so perfectly capture your emotion in that poem that others who've felt it.. relate to it.. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/eek.gif that was AWESOME.
(And for the record, I think your pretty)
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Thanks Cans....I actually do that. And the mirror always looks the same. I know a lot of people that feel the same as me...and I felt I needed to let them know they're not alone *hugs*
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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
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::hugs:: Your one of the greatest I know. Chin up sweetie. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/smile.gif
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Dream Well
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Just a little inspired thought....
My fingertips squeaked across the rubber of the parka before I knew what was happening. In my mind I was back to when I first met him and I remembered how he smiled at me when I rushed to hug him at the airport. I gripped the parka whiteknuckled and glared at the flannel lining in it. I had sewn it one night out of sheer inspiration and it helped him better than I could had ever hoped. I pulled the parka up to my face unconsciously smelling it. It was wet, but his scent lingered in the wet flannel. Almost like taking a breath the tears came and I started to sob. The man that had handed me Erik's parka sat across from me stone-faced. "Ma'am, is that his raincoat?"
I sobbed and nodded. I couldn't speak, I could hardly breathe. He had gone out to get eggs butter and milk for cookies I wanted to bake. I should have gone because he doesn't even like cookies. "Where is he?" I squeaked words, finally. The man's face contorted a little i could tell there was an inner struggle battling for the right words. "He's dead isn't he?" The man opened his palms, but said nothing. I knew. He had been missing for two weeks, but in my heart of hearts I knew he was dead. I buried my face in his coat again and breathed what was left of my love. The last thing he had come in contact with, but for some odd reason I stopped and dropped the coat like it was hot. "H-how did he die?"
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I'll continue some time when I really get a better idea of where this is going.. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/smile.gif
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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
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"Ma'am the cause of death is unknown at this point, we found the body only two hours ago."
" 'The Body'?! 'The Body'?! He is a man and he does have a name, I might add!" The stone-faced man's expression never wavered. "It's Erik." My voice broke when I said his name. The raincoat lay crumpled at my feet and I realized my slippers were soaked. I bent to pick the coat up, but stopped and instead I scooted the coat to 'stone-face' with my foot. He glanced down at it then up at me again. "This may be evidence that can help find my husband's murder. There could be fingerprints left on it." Yeah, mine, I thought.
"Ma'am we don't know..."
"My husband is dead. He went out to the grocery store. If he had died naturally it wouldn't have taken two weeks to find him." My voice was oddly calm. "Please take his raincoat and find his killer...please." The detective called his partner over and the younger man picked up the coat with gloves on and put it in a black trashbag.
"Ma'am we'll let you know if anything..."
"Yes, I know." I interrupted him and my head began to swim. I wanted them to leave. I needed to be alone with my thoughts and my memories. They tried to stall, but I finally got them to leave.
As soon as the door closed I collapsed, falling to my knees and pressing my forehead to the door. I was 24 again standing in the designated dressing room at the church we were getting married in. I remembered being alone before the mirror getting dressed. Something old on my finger in the shape of my grandmother's ring. Something new draped over the back of the chair in the shape of my wedding gown. Something borrowed in my hair in the form of rhinestone barrettes. Something blue in the form of a set of matching bra and panties in the prettiest lace I could find. That moment I stood before the mirror with no care in the world. I was three hours away from marrying the most wonderful man in the world.
I closed my eyes and pressed my hands to the door. I was back in the dressing room eating a Hershey Kiss and sliding the garter up my thigh, also blue. I remembered the sound of the knock and the way it made me jump. I choked on the kiss and coughed as I opened the door deftly making sure it blocked my body from view. Erik grinned at me and cocked his head to the side. "Are you decent?" I coughed again and he rushed in to my rescue, but I wasn't in danger of choking to death. When he knew I was alright he closed the door with a mischievous smile.
"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, Erik." He pressed a finger to my lips and kissed me softly. We lived one of my fantasies that day. We made love in a church.
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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
