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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
whee!
hmm, a few poems for today. one i just wrote like, 2 seconds ago, the other's been sitting in the folder for a few days or so... yah. the other i wrote like, a week or so ago and never really posted 'em. just studying and felt like procrastinating in that way that only i can seem to do... ooh, so bad. ;)
from today:
sunday lesson
pencil drags across my skin,
stroking sharp designs,
lead lines in with the freckles.
bad.
wrong.
they grab it away,
yellow art implement on myself,
shove the pink soft nub
hard into my arm.
erase, erase,
get that off of me,
it hurts
taking away a part of me.
erase my scars,
erase the stars,
erase the flower on my hand,
rub away the rainbows of lead.
now i am raw
and pink
and pain
and blank.
teacher says i shouldn't draw on myself.
and another! i like guns :D ... no title yet, actually, i'm not quite sure what this one's about or where it came from... what the hey...
what am i doing here
what am i thinking
why
why not
why not go for it
why not take it in my
hands
do it
do it now
safety's off the situation
pull it with no regrets
gunsmoke blows
done.
and ANOTHER!! squee.... from a week or so ago:
unheard
as i say the last goodbye
after you leave
a sigh to fill the emptiness
of no response
i realize you will never hear
the final words
what sad fate that my answer
never reached your ears
yes?
from today:
sunday lesson
pencil drags across my skin,
stroking sharp designs,
lead lines in with the freckles.
bad.
wrong.
they grab it away,
yellow art implement on myself,
shove the pink soft nub
hard into my arm.
erase, erase,
get that off of me,
it hurts
taking away a part of me.
erase my scars,
erase the stars,
erase the flower on my hand,
rub away the rainbows of lead.
now i am raw
and pink
and pain
and blank.
teacher says i shouldn't draw on myself.
and another! i like guns :D ... no title yet, actually, i'm not quite sure what this one's about or where it came from... what the hey...
what am i doing here
what am i thinking
why
why not
why not go for it
why not take it in my
hands
do it
do it now
safety's off the situation
pull it with no regrets
gunsmoke blows
done.
and ANOTHER!! squee.... from a week or so ago:
unheard
as i say the last goodbye
after you leave
a sigh to fill the emptiness
of no response
i realize you will never hear
the final words
what sad fate that my answer
never reached your ears
yes?
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
alive again!
so... yes. wrote this one thinking back to events at the beginning of the middle of last week. ... yah... doesn't really seem done, wish i could add more, but nothing sounded good after that last line i wrote, so... maybe there'll be a second installation later in life... we'll see. Doesn't really have a title yet either... yah.
i don't
feel me
anymore.
don't
touch me
on the surface nothing shows.
i can't
hear me
nothing comes in
my ears are
empty
stuffed
with invisible cotton
that only
I can feel.
i don't
feel me
anymore.
don't
touch me
on the surface nothing shows.
i can't
hear me
nothing comes in
my ears are
empty
stuffed
with invisible cotton
that only
I can feel.
1 Comments:
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At 9/27/2005,
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Ah, CRAP! all the indents are fucked up!! noooo!!! they were so cool, to... oh well... this is the slightly-less-cool version of the poem, then... sorry guys... :(
anyone know how to make the indents show up?
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