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Collected Short PoemsCollected Summer Poems from Summer 2005:Collected Short Poems
No Expectations: 13 September 2005 I don't expect you to talk to me. I don't expect you to listen. I don't expect you to ignore me. I don't expect you to like me. I don't expect you to hate me. I don't expect you to stay. I don't expect you to go. I don't expect you to complete me. I don't expect you to empty me. I don't expect you to make me happy. I don't expect you to disappoint me.
I have no expectations of anyone. I just want to be.
Innocent Aura: 14 August 2005 She doesn't


HauntedHAUNTED: 1 May 2007Haunted
She's running as fast as she can; she must out run the demon bird that follows her, full of darkness from her past.
She doesn't know what would happen if she stopped, if she let the demon catch her. All she knows is to keep running, thrashing through the forest.
She trips but the demon flies past her; she's lost him for a moment. All of the sudden, she sees a clearing in the woods.
She makes her way gingerly to the light; the cuts and bruises pain her, but she can't stop. She is fascinated by the light.
What se


Nine DaysNine Days, it was 4:32 p.m. 11 March 2007Nine Days
Never felt so empty
Maybe I have
Should've just left me
Maybe you did
Maybe you were never there
Going to run away
Gotta get away
Run from those demons
Thought they were dead
No, they waited in my head
I am as I always was
Shouldn't have started to care
Gotta be alone like
I have always been
Not feeling, not breathing
You wanted a red room
Just take the heart I thought I had
paint the walls in your shoebox
with the blood I left behind &nbs


Touching TwilightTouching Twilight: 06.30.08 Dedicated to the Lover of Evening SkiesTouching Twilight
She stirs listlessly, tossing the covers aside after another afternoon wasted daydreaming about days long past. The double-bed they once shared still feels empty even after all this time. She stands up and traces the lace curtains with her fingertips, staring at the road outside her window and wishing she could feel anything but this numbness that has consumed her. Though it is not cold, she shivers and leans forward against the window sill for support.
Twilight is her favourite time of day, when the light fights its final battle against darkne


Dedicated to twithoutgAn anxiety sponge was all i ever proved to be You squeezed me and squeezed me until I ran dry I've had enough of dealing with your problems when I have problems of my own Won't you stop and see? What this pain that you're giving me Is driving me up the wallDedicated to twithoutg
I was always there for you But when I needed someone, everyone just went away Leaving me to suffer my pathetic problems by my own pathetic self
As time went on by, my pain was too much Too great to bear
No one ever heard me! No one ever listened to me! No one would ever talk to me
Rawk

Nothing Worth ReadingYou.Nothing Worth Reading
You always wanted it all.
The reason.
The truth.
The lies.
The illusion.
Shatter that god forsaken mirror.
Destory the illusion.
Wreak havoc, pain, confusion.
You wanted others to feel your pain. You always got frustrated that someone else could do something better than you could. Something that you spent hours doing and others had done in fifteen minutes. You felt that your talent was worth praising. You did not care how many toes you had to step on nor how many bodies you needed to dispose of to get what you wanted. You could be so selfish, so vici
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ϩϴ ϮћѦϮ ѰϴЏ ϻαϔ ИЗυЗЯ
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ѕσмєdαу ιℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.
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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
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ѕσмєdαу ιℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.
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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
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ѕσмєdαу ιℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.
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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
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