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I hope your
thoughts rise up like
bile in your throat
with every word you
scream at me

and maybe at
the hundredth exponent
of your hate you'll
taste your words.

and I just hope they taste like blood.

Titulos.you taught me to tear
teeth out by the root, break jaws
tough curriculum.

and we cannot wait
for bones to heal, or scratches
but we keep teaching.

Me.limp fingers retrace
smeared ink and crumpled newsprint
you couldn't have known.

To.inhale and exhale
hang up your phone, think of me.
exhale and inhale.

Because We Care--Catharsis.

And I sometimes wish that I was gone already, that I wouldn’t need to deal with the indifferent faces that plague me
salt on my lips from my messy tears, slamming my head in the locker and screaming too hard at the skinny girls
And, my love, if you don’t want to lay eyes upon me again, I understand—and you must understand that you are the unknown to me
Summer, just a quick and heated blur. I learned how to wear black and paint my nails and be a rebel, just like the rest of the world
There are some things that I could never have and could never hope to be, and there’s no chances coming to me. And I hurt you beyond belie

Bragging.

There is a cat on your bed.

She’s there because you took her and held her close to you and deposited her there, and she’s too fat to jump down and she loves you too much to leave.
She’s asleep.
You wake her up by ruffling your fingers through her stomach fur and she gives you a look that says
you woke.me.up.
But I still love you.

You’re walking into the bathroom and you’re trying to scrub your face raw of nothing. Your face is red and your fingers hurt.

In sixth grade, they called you Catwoman and you hated the name. It was just because you loved your cat. She was nicer to you than they were. She still is.
D

Bones.your hipbones stuck out
of your skin like beautiful
sharp pieces of you
you were all angles, dear
and so sharp and harsh
after all, that's the way our
something turned to nothing

and there's no way to count
how many times I playfully laid my thumbs
on the peaks of your
bones for a split second
and dreamed hours later of what would
happen if I had let them

l i n g e r

Nothing We Could Do.

her name is Georgia & she
lives in the corners of bookstores
where the coffee drinkers stroke
goatees and discuss postmodern
thought.
she reads music&hears it playing in her head and she
tries to breathe in the long notes
but chokes on cigarette smoke instead.

Georgia lives in Northern lands surrounded
by homes that scrape the sky&
make it break open for
just a little rain.
&whenever she lies outside the concrete
gets in her hair but the water washes
it out again and makes her disheveled
and confused now.

Georgia, she believes in the end
of the earth&words of utte

Mechanical Hands.I.
close your eyes and slip into that
surreal dark that fuels your bones
and keeps them moving when you
can't .breathe. anymore.

faces disintegrate into chalk as
lollipop girls giggle and dog your
every step with their lime
eyes since you can't escape anyway

II.
every time you speak you choke
but you can't help it anyway,
it's the point of whatever's inside
of you, to keep you from screaming

out loud to the world that the top floor of
the earth is sliding slowly down to crush
your throat and the box where your voice
and heart are kept locked up and decaying by the day

III.
maybe your eyes are in there too searching ou

l i v eBut alone, is alone, not alive..
Everything’s so bleak. Nothing is correct. Nothing is peaceful or right. It’s too quiet or too loud. There is never the right amount of people to love and hate. Too much talking and silence and nothing is simple, and nothing is easy. Everything hurts, no matter if I only walk or breathe. I’m so frustrated, and with no good reason to be frustrated or angry. I’m so tired of everything. I'm tired of being tired!. People believe that they’re intellectual, pretty, different .but they aren’t. Nobody is. I’m just another teenage whore who thinks she can write;who thinks she has

Don't Waste Your Time.

we were in this city together years ago,
clutching each other for bits of warmth
and wasting moments on street corners and cemeteries.
you don't know enough about me&you never will,
because I won't tell you a thing, darling.

you smelled like sleet and warmth, and I could have breathed that in forever.

and you are good at holding hands but not at kissing.

I would have liked to teach you,
but we ran out of time.

nine1.

be their happy childhood, dipped
in coloured glass and wound around
the stairwells. be a boat with sails
and a tire swing. be butterfly nets.
be monarchs and lilacs in the summertime be
summer itself. be desperation and
a snare drum, old Beatles songs winding up
from the floor below, your yellow hair something
from a storybook.

2.

put your hand inside their
head and lead them out the back
door and through the trees.
show them the spot where
you took an axe to the silver eye
of God's skull and boxed up his
body parts like damp children's clothes.
tell them the truth; that you ate
his bones and kept his soul in
a beer keg

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you couldn't have known.

Taught.Overconfidence
You like yourself far too much.

Now, low self-esteem!

You.February brings
long-haired lovers to the stage...
soon, they'll slip away.

Make A Plan.

I wonder why no cheesy sixties ballad
has been written to your name,

or rather to you.

you and your wishes of marriage in a Taco Bell,
dressed like a puff of cotton candy.

And I cannot fathom why you are not in love with you,
with your lovely cropped hair and converse and all.
because you, you do not need a camera.
you take photographs with words & me trying to capture you
in fragmented sentences with improper grammar
does not fit,

because

you are the one capturing me.

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Statues in the Dark.

by ~hauntingmewithsmiles, Sep 28, 2008, 9:02:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

^{I'm lying again.

my hips are burning and I
shouldn't have but boy,
did I and it felt so BAD.
everything is good, though, for the
knobby-kneed soccer mom girls who
won't love, because they commit instead.

It's not so awful after all, living in
the land of smiles and
little kids without broken boys
on chandeliers and lovely girls with
hate in their fingers

(I will tear you apart and
grind your bones against
mine but it's just another
nothing because that's
how it will always be with
you and we won't see
each other again)

I will lie awake and intertwine your pinky with
mine because that's all
that I can bear to touch anymore

they haven't loved and
listened to beautiful liars
tell them that they're
flawless yet or heard
those noises in the night
of those who own it.

you have a lot to learn and a lot to lose
and you're going to hate but you won't LISTEN}

The night beat you to covering your body in black,

and once again you're terrible at ending things.

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don't waste your time on me

you're already the voice inside my head.

~rideWARRIOR Jan 24, 2009

_{Ugh .
Everyone else's comments are all awesome and smart-sounding , and all i can say is
SHIT HELL FECK , THAT'S GOD'S GIFT TO MEEE ."
I feel so eloquent <;}

~hauntingmewithsmiles Jan 24, 2009

_{Awh, it's okay, I have the same problem too xD}

~rideWARRIOR Jan 24, 2009

_{you so don't !
you're the one that wrote this fine piece of ass-i-mean-poetry .<:}

=Aconitum-Napellus Dec 7, 2008 Professional Writer

I will tear you apart and
grind your bones against
mine - I love that image - it speaks so eloquently of such deep emotion

~hauntingmewithsmiles Dec 7, 2008

Why, thank you!

~Clippers0507 Oct 5, 2008

Featured!

~Clippers0507 Sep 29, 2008

It's not so awful after all, living in
the land of smiles and...

should it be that comma there that I inserted? reads better to me.

personal is the best kind of poetry. keep writing, love sick child, while i ponder why the heck you only got one fav. :/

~hauntingmewithsmiles Sep 29, 2008

Haha. I was a speck confused on that too, but no worries. c:
I don't know about the comma. Hmm. We'll see.

~Clippers0507 Sep 29, 2008

Read it aloud! I implore you! now how often do I do that??!?!?

~hauntingmewithsmiles Sep 29, 2008

did it! Did it!

Now explain to me why the ones with more faves have fewer comments and the ones with more comments have fewer faves.
>.<

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