

Rough around the edgesMy e y e lids are heavy. My mind is at ease. I can't pay attention. You can't listen.Rough around the edges
I am sick of p e o p l e.
Who are you to tell me what to do? You are n o &nbs


Broken poemsMaybe you're always going to be the One in the broken poems. Maybe you're going to be the savior When flapjack syrup spills On the lace my grandmother made When she never wanted to be seen Without a brittle wig On her frailing face. Changed heaven, You hurt hell Made Earth beautiful My life now had Something to believe in, A soldier of a Night A messenger in one sight God's gift to me For my own personal eternity. Virgins always helped the demons Naive that they would pummel their feelings Hope danced with a devil in my life  Broken poems


The BridgeThe BridgeThe Bridge
The wind softly blows her hair over her shoulder as she tightens her grip on the rail. The bridge is deserted just cars hastily passing by. She looks out into the Sunset, deep in thought about her life.
no one walks this bridge for there was no sidewalks and the cars always sped on their way by. This was her bridge. This is were she went if she wanted to be alone.
She was thin and her skin was ghostly pale. She began eating a little less and loosing weight a little more. She became apathetic and distent to everyone she loved.
Dusk
Haha. You should update.
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How do you kill...that which has no life?
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How do you kill...that which has no life?
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How do you kill...that which has no life?
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Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
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Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
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