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i like it it reminds me of my friend
I like my ears and my nose. I have little tiny ears with no earlopes. I look like I have elf ears...lol..I like my nose because I have a tiny pug nose.
ONE THING THAT I LOVE ABOUT MYSELF IS MY EYES, I THINK THAT I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL COLOR
She Let It Flow
The freshest wound of beautiful size,
In joyous pain she closes her eyes,
The emotion she no longer felt.
Sure it hurt but not so bad,
It felt the same as it always had,
Her heart had started to melt.
She felt hurt betrayed and al...
i wrote this poem in a kind of written war against all those that oppress a human being weather it be a government or a religion, even that one person in your life that seems to have some control over you, it could even be the mass majority's view...
Another one of my poems
She hears his voice and she tremble inside.
what has she done what will he do?
Awww but it's okay because soon he will tell
you he loves you.
She wants to jump now, to end this pain,
but he will just make her return again...
Untitled.
Scream my child scream, fill my ears with all those fears
that make syou want to hide.
Cry my dear, cry.
try to escape and realise that you will always be mine.
come to me and you will see that i am the master
and you are my slave, so
b...
I'll tell you right now, just the fact that you are still here today after all that shows that you are a very strong person. I would say the best thing to do is to just get as far away from all those people as you can. Move to a nice suburb somewh...
All About Me
I'm a college student and am currently working in retail. I hate school, and my job sucks. I'm planning to get my associates degree in Liberal Arts, get an editorial job at a publishing company and quit my current job. I want to be a writer, but I know it's too much of a risk, and with today's economy it would be suicidal. So, I'll get the editing job (even if it kills me...then come back) and do my writing on the side. I'm currently working on a poetry book. Once I have enough poems, that I deem good enough for publishing, I'm going to try to get that published.
Here's one of my poems, this one I have published. And if you go to poetry.com you can find more of my poems on there.
I'm Tired
I'm sorry but I'm tried
I don't have time to listen
I've done my routine for the day
Same as I do everyday
Now I'll sleep til morning
Tomorrow I'll do it again
I still won't have time to listen
Because, truly, I don't want to
Here's one of my poems, this one I have published. And if you go to poetry.com you can find more of my poems on there.
I'm Tired
I'm sorry but I'm tried
I don't have time to listen
I've done my routine for the day
Same as I do everyday
Now I'll sleep til morning
Tomorrow I'll do it again
I still won't have time to listen
Because, truly, I don't want to
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Life Update
Ok. Life's been pretty boring in some areas, but very exciting in others. So, here we go.
Work
Still working at Toys'R'Us. Still hating it. My supervisor, Craig, is an idiot. He's not doing his job, I am. He just gets paid for it. Which is annoying as fuck. I want him gone. Yesterday! Lately a few people have been getting fired, but just people who have been stealing. I'm not worried. I'm not dumb enough (or pathetic enough) that I need to steal. Even if I did, I would never get fired fr… Continue
Work
Still working at Toys'R'Us. Still hating it. My supervisor, Craig, is an idiot. He's not doing his job, I am. He just gets paid for it. Which is annoying as fuck. I want him gone. Yesterday! Lately a few people have been getting fired, but just people who have been stealing. I'm not worried. I'm not dumb enough (or pathetic enough) that I need to steal. Even if I did, I would never get fired fr… Continue
Posted on February 28, 2009 at 12:34pm — 3 Comments
I am going to kill someone
Hopefully not, but there are three people who top my list of "People Who Really Piss Me Off!"
One of them is Maverick, my sisters boyfriend. He lives at out house. My mom and I really don't like him, but my mom is able to get him to do some work around the house. Also, she works out of town all week and is only home on the weekends. He does the minimal amount of work to keep my mom happy, eats all the food in the damn house (including my food that I've told him not to touch), he sleeps all day… Continue
One of them is Maverick, my sisters boyfriend. He lives at out house. My mom and I really don't like him, but my mom is able to get him to do some work around the house. Also, she works out of town all week and is only home on the weekends. He does the minimal amount of work to keep my mom happy, eats all the food in the damn house (including my food that I've told him not to touch), he sleeps all day… Continue
Posted on November 25, 2008 at 1:51pm —
Comment Wall (5 comments)
- At 7:41am on October 2, 2009,
Benjamin Edward Clark said… - just thought id stop by to say hello! *waves* :)
- At 1:51pm on March 12, 2009,
Benjamin Edward Clark said…
- by the way i love your playlist :)
- At 1:50pm on March 12, 2009,
Benjamin Edward Clark said…
- you are very welcome. :)
- At 5:53am on March 10, 2009,
Benjamin Edward Clark said…
- you are awesome! :)
- At 12:31pm on October 1, 2008,
Sick said… - Thanks for the add.
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Swing Thou Sharp Pendulum
Swing thou sharp pendulum,
Overhead so divine.
Soft stroke builds up tension,
Sway to the echo.
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Forward and back,
Forward and back.
Slicing through slow steady breaths,
Forever round ...
When I look into your eyes,
I sink in the sea.
Gazing up to the skies,
Falling endlessly.
Your voice calms the ice,
As you sing to the trees.
Dancing like summers mice,
Dizzy falling to my knees.
So soft like fresh dew,
Your skin comforts rain.
...
Why the Crows Lament
On another sad night,
A feather doth fall.
Hidden from all light,
A crow makes its call.
Darkness shield my eyes,
Hunger swallows all thought.
The poor soul outcries,
Life floods freshly hot.
I scream to the moon,
No lamentat...
Fading in Her Reflection
She is fading so slowly away,
Falling inside of her mirror.
She cannot wait for chance's way,
Why should she give way for fear.
As she sits alone and cries,
Confiding to no one her trust.
All she wants is to close her eye...
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