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 Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:15 pm
First poem I've written in a year.
Fallow me into the dark.
Hold me tight.
Promise me you won't mention the mark.
Swear you don't want to fight.
Blood stains in the dress.
Share the pain of all these years.
How could this become such a mess?
And the blood mixes with the tears.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:04 pm
`d i n o s a u r
First poem I've written in a year.
Crawling in my skin!
[Without a sense of confidence,]
Consuming, confusing.
Crawling in my skin!
[Without a sense of confidence, I'm
convinced that there's just too much
pressure to take.]
There's something inside me
that pulls beneath the surface.
Crawling in my skin,
[Crawling in my skin]
These wounds they will not heal,
[wounds, they will not heal]
Fear is how I fall
[Fear is how I fall]
Confusing, confusing what is real.
Confusing what is real.
There's something inside me that
pulls beneath the surface,
consuming, con-confusing,
This lack of self-control I fear is never
ending,
controlling, I can't seem,
To find myself again, my walls are closing in.
[Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take]
I've feel this way before, SO INSECURE!
Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal!
Fear is how fall!
Confusing what is real!
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own
reflection,
It's haunting, how I can't seem...
To find myself again, my walls are closing in.
[Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take]
I've feel this way before, SO INSECURE!
Without a sense of confidence,
Without a sense of confidence,
Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take!
Without a sense of confidence,
Without a sense of confidence,
Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take!
To find myself again, my walls are closing in.
[Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take]
I've feel this way before, SO INSECURE!
Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal!
Fear is how fall!
Confusing what is real!
Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal!
Fear is how fall!
Confusing, confusing what is real!
What a nice poem.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:47 am
Xyloid `d i n o s a u r
First poem I've written in a year.
What a nice poem.
I knew I heard that somewhere
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:18 am
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