Like 50 of them are vampire poems!!
Funny.
How is everyone?
Love jen.


lethargicIt feels like theres nothing in me. Just empty waste, Running through my blood. Like Im incapable of feeling Breathing Or anything slightly more substantial; Like love.lethargic
Hardly the time in my life to be Slumping around, Like Im incapable of being. I sit around, stressing out,
Because I cant do things I know Need to get done.
Where is my light? Where did it go? Did I leave it at the movies? Or at a show? Do I have a disease Or is it just me Where did my life go.
To describe it


Discussion Re: My Cynicism.Discussion Re: My Cynicism.Discussion Re: My Cynicism.
Aware of the knowledge, the burden of experience, I follow you through the open field Of open-ended metaphors and flower bunches, Boxes of chocolates, Materialistic representations of my affection.
However, In the very same box I keep your tokens,
I keep my cynicism. The realism that the flowers might wilt, The field may burn. The fire will spread, And it will end, and in turn, will us.
But for now I lay in the field,
Watching for signs that the end is near, Like small arguments. Your parents. Someone el


Just WiresImportance is not itched into my skin, If I ran my hands over my scales Id findJust Wires
Nothing but fleas and Debris.
So I scratch and destroy any trace of Respect that you have fought so hard to
Push into me. All I can do is tangle myself further And inevitably trip over my own foolishness.
Standing here, with my ear Next to your lips and your words Floating high above my self-esteem Do you really say what you mean?
Not strong enough to touch, I peel
And reveal the inner workings of this
Mess of a machine Robotics are incorr


A little talk with God. For the Lord who is above me, and I entrust all My doings towards thee, I must take two minutes off five to ask you aA little talk with God.
Question. Remind me of a strange phenomenon I heard of once; Single word uttered in ear, Indeed I was confused as she was caressing my neck; Silly, really.
We do not talk well, we Run out of things to say. It is not because of want to try! I


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If You Prick Us, Do We Not Bleed?
If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh?
If You Poison Us, Do We Not Die?
And If You Wrong Us, Shall We Not Revenge?
If We Are Like You In The Rest, We Will Resemble You In That …
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life isn't fair. it's just fairer than death, that's all.
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