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long sleeves.... no one careshe sits alone at lunch. roams the hall in scilence. sits in the back, staring blankly at the wall.long sleeves.... no one cares
He wears long sleeves... we all know what he's hiding, you can tell by his eyes.
no one says a word. well... a nice on that is. the glances from peers are enough to kill the soul.
this goes on for what seems like years. the evil glances. or even just the blank stares. Does anyone really care?
on the final day... he walks into the hall, with gun in hand... kicks open the door. starts shooting... not at just one..
by ~hot4teacher
a picture of youEverytime i lie to sleep a special place my heart does keep... for you the one i thought i loved.a picture of you
I try to run... escape this pain face away from this endless page.
i ignored the sighns but knew they were there. how could i let this happen? why did i think you cared?
as i roam the halls... memories soar by... the first kiss, the first night, and then the first fight... all a feeling i would miss.
i accept it now,
i know of her. you look into my eyes and lean in for a kiss, as i simply dismiss.
with nothing said,
by ~hot4teacher
own monsteras a kid... afraid of the boogeyman. afraid of a knife in a strangers hand. afraid of doctors... of all the monsters.own monster
growing up... you have your own pains in life. love?... maybie hate? friends? ... broken relationships? we can all relate.
you've matured... and are used to life. the feeling of love. the feeling of rejection. but mostly the feeling of pain.
Now... your afraid of yourself. not the boogeyman... but the knife in your own hand. the pills... used more than recomended ofcoarse.
you reli
by ~hot4teacher
soldier leaves homeShe watches the phone and waits for the call, the call that will end it all. she waits for the last letter, or maybie a man who with holds the news.soldier leaves home
in her head she knows its true, everynight she lights a candle for you. she wonders when, when will she know.
The feelings seem like a nightmare. sometimes its just too much to bear.
Then one day... one grey gloomy day, a man walks up the steps ... with his head hung low and eyes wet with a tear. without a word said, she allready knows.
as she fell to the ground, and remembe
by ~hot4teacher
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Pleasure in painWe start as two To end as one Your breath so warm Your words so strongPleasure in pain
Her hands run slowly down his skin They cradle; fondle as the elope in sin Her every marked by his kisses The pain so often cried out he dismisses The pace quickens as they both scream It becomes so like nothing else; a dream
It hurts so bad Melancholy Promise my love Although lowly
Her cries become of fear and pain He ignores it and continues in their shame She belongs to him as always Begins with pleasure but now she silently prays She tried to
by ~abbebe
SketchbookThose pages full of pencilled left in dirt. Hours chained by sick love that makes me hurt. It beacons to me whenever I look. And I obey; reeled in by its hook.Sketchbook
Each pencil line rubbed off dirty dark lead. Onto paper from my eyes see just red. Wasted life on this gold mine of splendour. To loose it would make me feel so tender.
I hate. My love. Seen by many. Those pictures inside not cured by any. My creations that have had me crying. My creations that leave me there dying.
by ~abbebe
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- Current Residence: washington
- Interests: art, writing, painting, snowboarding... an occasional dirtbiking....cool stuff in life.
- Favourite movie: donnie darko, office space, billy maddison, and zoolander... among others
- Favourite band or musician: panic! at the disco, GnR, mudvayne, Zepplin, staind, cobain, metallica, taking back sunday
- Favourite genre of music: rock... Emo
- Favourite artist: norman rockwell and freda and van gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: who ever is good.
- Skin of choice: i dont see color. lol
- Favourite game: truth or dare... im stuck in 12 year olds mentality... what can i say.
- Personal Quote: hmmm
- Tools of the Trade: trade... hahaha. i laugh at the superiority and maturity of that question.
- Email: cocobaneenee21@hotmail.com
- MSN: cocobaneenee21@hotmail.com
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[Lust]
If this is a sin then may I burn!
I can't help it my dear, for you I yearn!
Groan; scream; lips; movement; thrust; smooth; oh!
[He did tease her till she could not say no]
Love under sexual tension
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[Lust]
If this is a sin then may I burn!
I can't help it my dear, for you I yearn!
Groan; scream; lips; movement; thrust; smooth; oh!
[He did tease her till she could not say no]
Love under sexual tension
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Appreciate it. ^^
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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