

something like HER or MESon of a gun. “I have messed up all your fun,” she said.something like HER or ME
your preconceptions blown
a strew because
that person
you once knew is just as
simple and carbon copied
as the rest of the bunch. Nothing special, no beauty, no reason for fame. Her name, too many had,
her smile usually far from genuine seeped in sadness. For she cared too much about others approval. She did not care about
th


Moments of MagnitudeThere were tears in herMoments of Magnitude
Beady eyes, and she could not place Why? Why they brimmed and they flowed Streaked with ambition her
questionable unspoken… or was it unknown, woes That smeared down her face with memories,
She could not
erase. something
had happened, occurred to blur all these memories she had endured. This was her moment of magnitude. She had to let it slip away.


A shocking joint justiceI am the shocking being I am what you never knew, every piece andA shocking joint justice
every part culminates Deep Inside of You. The Dark turn to the left, the blink in the night, did not come without some sort of fight. You came to me to touch my
Heart, you never knew
it would be with a
Dart. A spear of Fury, A spike of l o n
e
&nbs


AfraidI am afraid Afraid of everything Afraid of you of me of the terrors that could be. How well do we really know each other? Will you be there? What I have always been, Afraid of those other girls. I do not want to be just another girl, another girl who had her short time in your mind I do not want to get too close to you… thatclose I am terrified of the passionAfraid
lust


I'll Write A StoryI'm gonna write a story I'm gonna write it somewhere close Somewhere I can carry it with me Somewhere I can always see On my arm close to me...I'll Write A Story
Take a knife Pierce the flesh write it there to keep it with me let out my pain can't take anymore let it bleed as I share my story with my arm, close to me...
It doesn't talk back It doesn't pity me It doesn't care what I say or do It doesn't judge me or pressure me and like everyone else... it doesn't love me So I'll write my story I'll write i


Choosearrhythmic beats sound hollow frequencies, and a cloud of laced 'whatever' hangs over us. it strikes the knees and the will to sit/live/stop [it's not needles it's a new generation of sensation seeking youth.] it reigns far from a pleasantry with the faint-to-heavy feeling of "i just don't give a crap about what anyone thinks or says." we're unmoving and slackjawed teens and suddenly everything's sweet but panic strikes and all at once, and regret comes in waves like your consciousness. exposed to choices, we pick either what's in the &Choose
Tahiti Sun
I like your writing!
It seems to flow
And I must agree with you that Sixteen Candles and Dirty Dancing are awesome movies!
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you at capital?
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you guessed it, capital.
was mostly over in huber-spielman (fine art grad) and blackmore library. kinda' miss it, but then again, i kinda' don't.
grew up there when i was a kid as mutha' went to trinity across the street, yada yada yada
what are you taking there?
how is it up north? etc. etc.
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