| In my gallery, my photography is in a separate folder. Most people like my poetry better, but I didn't want to completely get rid of my photos. |
~watchukillme
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Monosyllabic MiceMy words spreading on the screen Clicking away in a nice new gleam The best listener, I do guarantee Is without a doubt, my very own PCMonosyllabic Mice
Listen as it may, silent and calm It can’t embrace or guard from harm The keys give no real reaction
And the mouse fails to show affection
I can search for rhymes and facts I can go home and the curfew is lax It sings with all my favorite voices It encourages both good and bad choices
But Dell, Gateway, Toshiba, or Mac Not a single one can keep me on track I love my computer, this is very true
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UnavoidableI kissed you in the dark and let go in the light Outside my oblivion, the window shined bright I misplaced my glee, hoping you were the culpritUnavoidable
But instead to my joy, you were what stopped it
Now I can’t sleep, my fear of the dark replaced Thoughts of you, the way you touch and taste I dream of sweat and spiders sliding down my leg I hated your punishment, for which did I beg
You haunt me without intent to cause recall Into your trap accidentally set, I pray not to fall Mirrors and shadows hover around my head Memories of you are now filling me wi
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WastedAnother night, another muse Just another girl to abuse Another still life to write Aiming for more than frightWasted
You’re a bad habit and I know A bad choice, bare-feet in snow No barrier or shield to put up I go in with nothing but luck
You’re just a darling distraction You’re all cause and I’m reaction I don’t remember why I loved you But then again, I guess I do.
by ~watchukillme
For your attention...I’m making a huge fucking mistake Go ahead and mess me up. I don’t care We both know I’ll be less than fake I’ll tell you stories that’ll curl your hairFor your attention...
I can’t tell a lie, you whisper in my ear You say that like it’s not an invitation So I’ll ask you the question without fear Dive right back in without hesitation
You still make my skin heat right up I thought I’d make you another game But I forgot how much you mess me up You play with out the rules or tame
My friends say I’m an attention whore I
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| My mouth is a word faucet spilling Rhymes and rhythms pouring out Into your head, my words still drilling But, love, you don't know what this is about If I meant my poetry to be honesty I would address them directly to you I should post a disclaimer with my poetry I write because it doesn't have to be true. |
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- Current Residence: In your old hiding spots
- Personal Quote: Nothing like a little suicide to bring people together.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/dangerously_curious
- Email: sleeping_shadows@hotmail.com
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'Even though I knew it was bound to happen it still hurt, like a knife through my heart, stabbing and destroying.' - ~Nakamura-Chiaki
I thought it was fabulous. : )
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this is the end, beautiful friend
this is the end, my only friend, the end
(the doors)
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this is the end, beautiful friend
this is the end, my only friend, the end
(the doors)
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"You are responsible for the consequences of your convictions."
-Jack McCoy
Thank you so much for the
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