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Black Rose: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. When your not the one at fault. Hide your alter egos. And stupid codes from the vault. Stick your badge in my face. And your gun down my throat. And were your special coat. Remember your the asshole. You dont care about your job. You make your assumptions. Pride is all you rob. So i will take my punishment. For a crime i did not commit. But you will have to live with it. In your head false conviction will sit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: March 2008
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Creativity smeared blue onto his already lumpy canvas. He chose blue, because that was the color of her room,. And the one she liked best. Mom will love this picture," he thought. She'd yell in suprise and hang it on the fridge. Next to the other paintings of splotched colors and stick figures. Blue was for her room and because she liked it,. Green because it's pretty and so is she,. Yellow because it's happy, and she likes to smile a lot,. I'm half Colom...
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Harden Not Your Hearts: November 2007
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Monday, November 26, 2007. Men Who Stand Too Close. I can't be won by hollow compliments. I know their thoughts. As their chairs inch closer,. Their hot breath on my neck. Some are tall and white,. Others dark and handsome. Inside is the same man. But while they whisper their transluscent words,. While they pour out. I realize I'm no more important to them. Than their girlfriends,. Who have no clue. Where their perfect boyfriends are. Suprised when pushed back by mine. Is I am not.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: March 2009
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Sunday, March 8, 2009. Past your nearly adult face,. I still see the round, pudgy baby. I was only five;. Barely big enough to hold you,. But to ask me to. Was like asking the ocean. Please, ocean, make your waves less fierce.". Mother nature cannot be controlled. And now you pound against the window,. Anxious to see the world for yourself. Try as I may to hold you back,. To protect you,. You look less like the baby I carried. So closely to my chest. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Black Rose: NyQuil & cigarettes
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Oh the beauty of nyquil :P. September 17, 2008 at 6:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Good night my dear.
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Black Rose: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. No matter what I do. There is no hope for me. Slowly dieing Of my own dust. Wish I could get out. Nothing can keep me. I just keep falling. Im used to the darkness. The horror of my life. One day I will be gone. Taken by the blade of the knife. Monday, October 29, 2007. The smell of death. Haunts the warm breeze. Cold gusts of wind. To chill the bone. A greeting to the creatures. Fire, blood, and rust. Reflections of a scene. But to most seem obscene. Waving back and forth.
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Black Rose: January 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009. If I were to stop. And rearange my life. Give up on my pen. And focus on my sacrafice. Would i be me? Or just another person. Fighting for a facide. To be admired by YOUR son. Buy the fancy car. And hundreds on a house. Work at this job. Traped like a mouse. This is not who I am. Nor who i want to be. But welcome to like. And what its made of me. Nothing left of my self. Only items and body. My sole is to socioty. As i WAS to poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Harden Not Your Hearts: September 2009
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. So it's been a long time. I haven't forgotten to think, only to write, I promise to be back with fresh writing soon. =-). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm half Colombian and half Chilien. I love my boyfriend dearly, and I love my family. My sisters are my bestfriends, and my bestfriend should've been my sister. I have a lot to talk about, and try the best I can to display that in my writing. View my complete profile.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: Oh Herro
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. So it's been a long time. I haven't forgotten to think, only to write, I promise to be back with fresh writing soon. =-). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm half Colombian and half Chilien. I love my boyfriend dearly, and I love my family. My sisters are my bestfriends, and my bestfriend should've been my sister. I have a lot to talk about, and try the best I can to display that in my writing. View my complete profile.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: Son of Picasso
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Creativity smeared blue onto his already lumpy canvas. He chose blue, because that was the color of her room,. And the one she liked best. Mom will love this picture," he thought. She'd yell in suprise and hang it on the fridge. Next to the other paintings of splotched colors and stick figures. Blue was for her room and because she liked it,. Green because it's pretty and so is she,. Yellow because it's happy, and she likes to smile a lot,.
