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jessie's spot: The nicest thing.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. All I know is that you're so nice,. You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go,. See if we could be something. I wish I was your favorite girl,. I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,. I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style. I wish you couldn't figure me out,. But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,.
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jessie's spot: Reclaim
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Time for what,. Does it matter I say,. Yes, I must know you tell me,. Well its time for me to reclaim me,. Myself my own dignity,. Time to reclaim my life,. Pick up the shattered pieces,. Given up so easily by you,. I tried to reclaim our bond,. You are my mother,. Of course you would try for me,. But you don't,. And it hurts to know you never tried,. You gave up so easily,. So spineless and weak,. I'd like to grow up and be strong,. Like you right.no,. And on you,. And let me go.
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jessie's spot: pick a poet.
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. I picked variations of the word love by: Margaret Atwood. This is a word we use to plug. Holes with. It's the right size for those warm. Blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing. Like real hearts. Add lace. It We insert it also in the one empty. Space on the printed form. That comes with no instructions. There are whole. Magazines with not much in them. But the word love, you can. Rub it all over your body and you. Of us This word.
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jessie's spot: February 2010
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Sunday, February 28, 2010. What Is sleep, but an absence from the everyday hell we must endure,. We rest our sore and tired minds and bodies in a bed,. Most of us alone,. What Is a dream but an alter reality of life,. We go to those special moments of life which we enjoyed and replay them in our minds,. We must visit them to keep our minds from going astray,. Though our moments of joy can soon turn to pain,. Twisted by our own imagination,. Into something we fear and dispise,. Reality, the lies and shame,.
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jessie's spot: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. I picked variations of the word love by: Margaret Atwood. This is a word we use to plug. Holes with. It's the right size for those warm. Blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing. Like real hearts. Add lace. It We insert it also in the one empty. Space on the printed form. That comes with no instructions. There are whole. Magazines with not much in them. But the word love, you can. Rub it all over your body and you. Of us This word.
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jessie's spot: March 2010
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. All I know is that you're so nice,. You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go,. See if we could be something. I wish I was your favorite girl,. I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,. I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style. I wish you couldn't figure me out,. But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,. I will move on,.
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jessie's spot: May 2010
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Time consumes us with fear,. Age is unstoppable and strong,. A soft wrinkle lines your face,. A small trickle runs down from your old eyes,. Age does not care about my feelings,. And the flock of sheep in your dreams slow,. One by one they age and die,. Leaving gaps in your dreams, and in mine,. My dreams, which filled my nights,. And your days burst like rotting carcasses,. The blood will return to the dirt,. And when it does,. The constant raining, longing,. Monday, May 3, 2010.
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Hayden's Room: 392
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Monday, March 15, 2010. Flying through the air. Trying to watch its every move. Being lost from time to time. Knowing it will always be found. Making a screeching hault. I find the divit on the green. Following the trail of dew. I come to the end. Bending over to place the penny down. I pick up the ball. It is a Titleist. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). San Diego, California, United States. View my complete profile.
