roadside lullabyI will not support your incessant need to belittle and mistreat the world, and those in it. I despise the way you insist upon apologizing as if the words still mean anything. One day, you will look up, and I will smack you across the face until you smarten up. I am tired of the person you have become, and the memory of who you were is of very little company. Get over yourself, get real, and get God. He loves you, especially when I don't.
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i missed. you, stilli missed (you, still)i missed. you, still
it was eighteen hours, still, so waiting isn’t sped by tennis shoes: on tile, so wait
on me to flatter words that never bide (with whom they flatter, still; it is gracious to
create)Deathlessness
suddenly: not to catch, or release (bound.
still)
by ~PunkGirlWWJD
she slept on JupiterYou lay down as if Jupiter were a spring box - not meant for long-distance leaps, but the lull of dandelions inshe slept on Jupiter
memory, and my soles weren't thick enough to cross constellations. This is after, after tomato soup can conversations mimicked in my sleep, as if your echo could be technicolor
or even bright enough to catch. I miss finding you
between the vowels, inside the lines on my palm, and this is now
this is waking in my water bed without you.
by ~PunkGirlWWJD
the volumes of silenceand so we never cared if it was safe to laugh at Jesus wearing floaties, treading Shakespeare in sixth period & inspiring foreign films subtitled: Superman can't fly: welcome to suburbia on Tuesday, as if we could imagine Love would ever drownthe volumes of silence
when, perhapsmaybealmostdefinitely, it was just to burrow. to bury our verse in the seams of souls, defining these days when silence is safest of all.
by ~PunkGirlWWJD
Come AgainAgain – come again; you’re barely holding on, it seems Seizing that smile with a “hello, sunshine, aren’t we so damn beautiful, today?”, and, yes everyone is oh, we’re all just the way you need us to be… you need to believeCome Again
in me…
But, you want this to be over and, you’re willing to fold, if that’s all it takes If that’s all it takes to bend & not break, to forgive your part… it’s just that I don’t move that way
And, you – you’re on your knees and at their &nbs
by ~PunkGirlWWJD
Favourites
wiring instructionsYou have enough when cameras remind you of ice-cream tubs and long walks that lead you past council estates, two drunken men throw themselves at you like empty coffee jars that make sounds like the nights you stay upwiring instructions
thinking, instead of dreaming,
but you’re okay with that because you have somewhere to walk to and from, everyday.
You do enough when you can stab pillowcases instead of smiles and chew on your best friends brain like digestive biscuits then pick up the crumbs. When you can slot your own heart back in place and hear it click like light switches
by ~inmyroom
Toxic DripYou shot up your life, in vein. Go ahead and throw your life away. I've gone out of my mind for you, hiding my thoughts in this display.Toxic Drip
Contaminate my lips with cyanide So I may never speak of you again. I'd expired into your lies for the tenth, before we began to collide again.
I'll recriminate with hate, I hate those words I ate. And so I bring them up again, Hold them in my tightly gripped fist
as my nails cut in my skin.
My heart is your needle, used and laced. My emotions fill it and never stop, Pulling back, and then fa
by ~SoooThisIsMe
When Your Traffic Lights TurnI cannot remember if it was the flashing red light on my printerWhen Your Traffic Lights Turn
or the bitter body-slaps on bathroom tiles
that told me
something was wrong.
My friends do not invite me to dinner
anymore, I want to tell them I am sorry for tying their hair into knots around my fingers,
all I wanted to do
was feel like a child curled up and warm. I want to tell them how it feels to have a heart explode
with passion but have no where to let the blast go without causing an outbreak of bodies to drop around me but instead, I have another part of me unhook
and fake
by ~inmyroom
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- Current Residence: Avenue B
- Interests: Jesus, music, writing, Superman, sports, Rent, screaming
- Favourite movie: Rent, The Usual Suspects, Donnie Darko, Superman Returns
- Favourite band or musician: Our Lady Peace, Enation, The Reception, Rise Against, Underoath
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, Alternative, Screamo, Rock, Ska, Emo... i'll give anything a fair chance.
- Favourite artist: Elvis Presley, Adam Pascal
- Favourite poet or writer: Raine Maida (Our Lady Peace), Robert Frost, e.e. cummings, Jonathan Jackson (Enation)
- MP3 player of choice: I-Tunes
- Favourite cartoon character: Eyore, the Carebears, Rainbow Brite, the Ninja Turtles, the Berenstain Bears, Strawberry Shortcake
- Personal Quote: "I get by with a little help from my friends." - John Lennon
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He's become an obsession really. How can one crave another so? I'm not sure, but even he will be purged soon. With the aid of a little spit, polish, and, of course, torture. I hope that I am there when he breaks.
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" How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out 'til you're torn apart... Rent! "
Speak...! Leave your conscience at the tone.
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I'm so far gone now I've been running on empty...
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" I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul; my only goal is just to be. There's only now; there's only here. Give in to love, or live in fear. No other path; no other way... No day but today. "
Speak...! Leave your conscience at the tone
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I'm so far gone now I've been running on empty...
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" How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own bloodcells betray? What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away? Rent! "
Speak...! Leave your conscience at the tone.
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I'm so far gone now I've been running on empty...
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" How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own bloodcells betray? What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away? Rent! "
Speak...! Leave your conscience at the tone.
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