PoetryI'm being corrupted
Day by day, by him
And her and you.
A couple sips here,
A couple kisses there,
I really should stop
But I don't want too.
Maybe it's life,
Maybe I'm growing up,
Maybe I should stop.
Tell me, what should I do?
Silent ComfortBetween the dark green leaves of milkweedsSilent Comfort
And the density of lilacs, in that spot where
Dirt is covered by dandelions and poisonous, Creeping vines, sits a girl in the waning moonlight. Silence except for the wind and the birds and the city cars, Silent except for muffled mourning gasps of a grief torn throat.
Mourning for her sanity so that she may protect her friends Alone with the crickets and their nasty battle cries She thinks up another way to survive. She's gone and left them for home, they've gone and left her for their futures. As the cold rain of late spring drips
Story of an AddictionI was never addicted to chocolate like normal girls. I never obsessed over the newest trends. I never cared for underage drinking Or breaking curfew. I lived my life Out of the Spotlight Of popularity. I got good grades. I played on the tennis team. I was a role model for my younger sister; I still am, but I hold secrets, The kind that destroy And cause reproach. I don't drink. I don't break rules Or laws. I attend class. I get good grades. I never speak, but rather think About the things they would cringe over. I am sStory of an Addiction
HomesicknessI want to go home where the weather's not right And it doesn't matter if I stay up all night. Where the cool summer breeze startles the trees And mud, from gardening, is caked on my knees.Homesickness
Laughing with my mother, arguing with the brothers Sunday bar breakfasts with daddy, tennis with others.
I'll tan on the roof in a skimpy bikini, Plan picnics and brunches and slice some fresh kiwi. Bonfires, chocolate, marshmallows, graham crackers-- Easy evenings when we can all be slackers.
I want to go home where the weather's just right And I can snuggle with my kitt
Have a nice day!
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Mind on paper_
*hug*
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irv wants a hug.
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irv wants a hug.
umm im not quite sure actually, ive been painting a long time, but i only started painting properly and with oil paints less than 2 years ago
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irv wants a hug.
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