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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:12 am
I guess this is my new home here heart
So much writing I could put up!
I'll start now 3nodding
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:13 am
With You (The Fatal Attraction Poem)
By Esme
Walking with you,
We're talking about every subject imaginable,
I glance up at you and I smile.
Standing with you,
I smile at you again,
And this time you see...
And smile back.
We're talking again now,
But this time I'm not listening,
I'm soaking up your presence
Before we have to leave.
Time has made fools of us,
It's suddenly time to go,
I hug you quickly and wave,
as I run away.
I can't wait till I see you again.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:14 am
The Handbag
The handbag contains:
An old bus ticket,
Pages from some old books,
A blue purse,
Two pieces of paper, one saying "Anger", and the other "Hallway",
A music notebook full of chords, songs, and lyrics,
Two pens, one gold, one black,
A rose quartz on a string,
A library card,
A gold-ish bracelet,
A smallb lue journal with roses on it and pages spilling out,
A Book, "Remember Me When I Am Gone Away" by Christina Rossetti,
A small cloth heart, red gingham with white thread,
and a stolen bourbon.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:20 am
Jealousy -
Jealousy tastes sour in my mouth, almost stinging my tongue and making me feel sick.
It smells of apples, sharp, bitter, green cooking apples.
I see you look at her, talk to her, smile at her. Maybe I'm reading to much into it, you could be having an inocent conversation, but I think, what if, what if, worming it's way further and further into my brain.
I feel cold, but it's a beautiful day, my stomach hurts, and I dig my nails into my palms, almost drawing blood.
Jealousy rushes through my head a chorus of what if's, why not me's, and white noise.
My head hurts, and I feel faint.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:23 am
Please Don't Stay Out -
(Lyrics)
Sing a little song,
Sing a song of me,
Sing a song of sixpence,
I’ll bring you home for tea.
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me,
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me
It’s getting pretty dark now,
I’m feeling all alone,
Getting frightened,
I’m wishing you were home.
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me,
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me
I am lost without you,
I’m afraid without you,
I am nothing without you,
Without you I am gone.
I’m falling into sleeptime,
Still waiting for your touch,
I’ll see you in the morning,
I love you so much.
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me,
Please don’t stay out too long,
Don’t stay away from me
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:24 am
Letter On The Wall
I got your letter yesterday, I pinned it to my wall
I’ve read it so many times since then I don’t need the page at all.
You say you’re sorry for the things you don’t need to be sorry for,
You say you love me really but do you still want me anymore?
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:25 am
Mummy -
Loud, blaring, beautiful music comes out of the kitchen. I smell chocolate which means that mummy has been baking. I peek into the kitchen, there's a blur of colour as mummy dances and sings "Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder, where it's so white as snow" I run into the kitchen to hug her and she sweeps me into her arms while she catches her breath. She smiles and hands me two lovely warm cookies.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:26 am
Can I Borrow It? -
She said "I love your top, can I borrow it?" And she took it, I never say it again. She said "I want that lipstick, can I have it?" She went home with it, I never saw it again. She said "I want those earrings, can I take them?" She took them and left, I never saw them again. The last time I saw her she said, "I love your skin, can I have it?" She took my skin and left, I never saw her again.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:28 am
Paint -
Painting a picture, colours floating across the page.
I paint the final stroke and sit back to look at my work.
I set it down to dry and go to clean my brushes and palette in the sink,
a rainbow pours down the drain.
Rose Madder, Phthalo Blue, Yellow Ochre all twisting and turning in the water.
Suddenly gone, and just clear water and white porcelain are left.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:28 am
I Don't Remember -
I don't remember when you changed,
stopped being who you were,
and became who you are now.
A strange not you.
You grew up, drifted apart, and left our games, for new.
I do remember who you used to be, that small sweet chubby child,
but now you're grown, bigger than me, and I love you still.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:29 am
The Hallway
There's a hallway, I've been here before and it's not a happy place. The hallway is big and opressive, and it makes me feel small and scared.
It's painted red, a viberant red with splashes of something darker.
It smells sickly sweet, the taste enters my mouth and I feel sick.
It starts to numb my senses and I start to cry, curling into a ball and weeping as the feeling in the room closes in on me, my darkest thoughts awakend, deepest fears real.
I curl up, smaller, tighter fearful of what comes next.
The final thing I know is the sound of heavy footsteps.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 2:38 pm
I just went on a writing course so I have a few new things to put here in a little bit smile
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 2:31 am
In four years time, I’ll be twenty-two and you will be heading for there too.
Maybe by then we’ll have grown up enough to realise we don’t have to grow up.
But for now we’re both stuck at seventeen.
Both searching for the meaning of who we are and who we want to be.
We’re growing older with every passing day, but I feel like I knew less than I did at thirteen.
Let’s set five years as a time to sort it all out, when we finally get there we can change it again.
But for now we’re both stuck at seventeen.
Stuck without a map or a clue for where to go.
Have to learn to leave the fantasies behind for a while, but at least I always have you to come back to when my worlds come falling down.
Cause the truth is we are who we are, even if we don’t know who that is.
For now we’re both just stuck at seventeen.
But not forever.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 2:31 am
A Birthday Wish
May you spend the year with a song in your heart.
Dance your way through life to your next birthday, surrounded by the people you love.
May the stormy days leave you be and the rain nights pass you by.
May you be touched by good fortune wherever life leads you.
Always remember that you are loved and wanted and let that knowledge help you through any hardship.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 2:40 am
I still pinch myself each morning to make sure it was no dream.
My heart still jumps for joy each time I see your face.
I spent my days just kissing mirrors waiting for I didn’t know what,
And now, even after all this time,
I get butterflies when your lips touch mine.
You’re my midsummer darling, with you I’ll dream the years away
In a haze of mornings and nights, sun, snow, love, and rainbows.
All I’ll need from here on in is your hand in mine and your smile beside me.
I spent my days just kissing mirrors waiting for I didn’t know what,
And now, even after all this time,
I get butterflies when your lips touch mine.
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