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Uncredited Quotes
written by First2Last07:59 PM 3/23/05remember kids its down the road- not across the street
someone tell me how to think
give me ideas of what things are
teach me how to play guitar
stay up til dawn and sleep til one
go to concerts to find some fun
find new friends and meet new kids
scibble on notes and killing squids
tell me what im talking about
one too many thoughts thought out loud
procrastinating once again
i quit congregating with my best friend
annoyance sits upon my back
tapping on my head- tap tap
backwash travels down my throat
beastiality's ok- keep away from my goat
no longer worried about politics
thinking of Bush almost makes me sick
entertaining this simple mind
filling up spaces with poor thought out lines
exploring the inadiquate life
i guess people's opinions tell me theyre right
almost not expecting anything
yet anticipating everything
assuming things turn out okay
follow through these doubts to my dismay
picking at scabs and patching up holes
forgot the things i once was told
clouds of smoke linger throughout this space
insense gathers onto cotton and lace
sweet and bitter smells stick to the walls
lasting the week i sleep in the hall
travel up the stairs to hear the rackett
bruised bananas sit in the wicker fruit basket
a cat with no name cries at the door
sitting on the shag carpeted floor
the tv's too loud and cartoons are on
anime sucks, the grass is dead on the lawn
cat hair sticks to the pillows on the ground
and the vacuum is no where to be found
dishes piled alone the counter next to the sink
wish there was some juice or something to drink
not making too much sense these days
i hear the beeping of the microwave
time for another dish to be added on
too bad this family will never get along
i dont know what im talking about
i'll steal this quote- "my teen angst bullshit has a body count" |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
if u dont get it i dont fucking care... sorry the poem didnt have to do with cutting or killing yourself like everyone elses SHITTY poems do. ive written poems about cutting before but i CANT STAND that your Screennames and Titles sport the fact u r a cutter. FUCKING ANNOYING! anyways, hate this poem just becuz it has nothing to do with bleeding. get over it u fuck.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Random_plight (3-23-2005 - 08:17 PM)
| I loved it! it has alot of hidden meaning. |
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