tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63389132011-04-22T13:54:18.386+08:00Finally, a compilation of my writings. They're still pretty *bleH* but hey who cares? At least i dun. I lurve to write. So, i write! Yea..me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-80454109025113633132008-10-05T22:33:00.000+08:002008-10-05T22:36:00.817+08:00

i think the problem lies with me.its like three years and there's still no progress.God, when will this end?i wait.and wait.and wait.and wait.until i'm so sick of waiting.kill me.

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i feel like.vanishing off in a soft gentle puff of smoke. like i've never existed before. feel like hiding under the bed covers and pretend i'm just cotton. lay still until the world ends. feel like stopping. just stopping in my step and freeze. melt. dissolve. feel like sleeping forever. forever. forever.all these and more.escapism.

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escapism.of love of hatred of romance.of work of studies of pretense.of me of you and of me again.there are just so many things in the world i wonder about, and that's just one of these many things. it's a question i place at the back of my mind. i never want to face it head on, but it's always there, lingering on, loitering around, always haunting, never leaving. it's on every face i see, in

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我们之间。是家人 是朋友 是情人 还是敌人如日落黄昏渐然暗淡夜之黑 心之仪 花之艳眸之青 笑之灿 烛之点这一瞬间仿佛天空繁星都在微笑着仿佛生命目的就为这一刻

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蜗心沉沉夜空无边尽粒粒银星点蜗心孤星独夜织女哀方得牛郎那点爱马松长跑寸寸行层层尘土知蜗心虫蜕蝶兮李花开终见晨阳莫虚待

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爱哭鬼 小时候 看梁山伯与祝英台 我哭了 看titanic 我也哭 之后 看冬季恋歌 我又哭 看海豚湾恋人 第一集 我还是哭了 昨天 看引擎 看风之家被迫关闭 看孤儿一个一个被送走 我 再一次 哭了

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to:re: will you love me?embrace. protect. gently. tenderly. fiercely. strongly. intensely. caringly. caress. feed. rebuke. guide. lead. show. clown. pursue. flowers. hold me. kiss me.from: princess.

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im possibility.juliet to not diecandy floss to not meltpenguins to flythe sun to not risethe same to not setBush, Saddam allieswhite roses to be redand you, to be understood.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1144852346172403582006-04-12T22:05:00.000+08:002006-04-12T22:32:26.206+08:00

ladies and gentlemen the question of the dayposed to whom the name rhymes with 'they'as the sun sets, you begin to workdo you, in truth, consider me, a friend?as the rain hits against the windows worthwhen, i thought, will everything endall the king's horsesand all the king's mencould not put humpty dumptyback together again

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was it night, or was it daythat my love had found its way'love', had it been?oh how it so seemedbut 'love' if it had beenhas made my being ever so dimthe smiles the laughter the tearsof one, of two, of one.i emerged from the darkness without youand pray that the tides will bring me back to youi dive into the waters each daybut every day i resurface againthis pain, what is there to gainbut only my

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the sea. the shore. the waves.on which our lives engrave.hermit crabs hides beneath.protected by merely a sheath.names, oaths written by kids.but no you can't cover with lids.and when the sea waves come crashing down.there's really no point in doing a frown.that's how life is, frail.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1143406663698981092006-03-27T04:43:00.000+08:002006-03-27T04:57:43.710+08:00

i drft i turn i fly,i crash i burn and i cry.in the air sadness there is;of irreversible past, unknown futureof unscratchable itch, unscrulptable clayof innate sinful cycles every night and day.i wish i pray i might,sleep soundly into the night.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1142186531497074882006-03-13T01:58:00.000+08:002006-03-13T02:02:11.506+08:00

hope you're doing fine. still, thanks for everything.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1136908776195133822006-01-10T23:51:00.000+08:002006-01-11T00:01:08.443+08:00

What would you doWhen you're in love with the wrong personWhen his image lingers like a lost soul without a homeWhen it keeps you awake in wee hoursMaybe it's the coffeeWhen the immense agonycan only be translatedinto worthless poemsand ridiculous prosesWhen it hurts so bad you pray yourself to sleepRemind yourself again and again why God forbidsWhen the only reason is biologicalWhen staying home

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if i could untietight ropes that bindi would wrapmy arms around youkeep you safegive you warmththis cold cruel cityif i had wingsi would fly to youand plant gentle kisseson your stubborn lipsthey would softenmelt like raspberryice creamif you could read my mind you would know the intensity of my beingits relentless strugglefighting spiritfoolishness

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1136829544536905252006-01-10T01:46:00.000+08:002006-01-10T02:00:13.800+08:00

that girlthat girl looksfamiliar have iseen her before?nonchalantshe sees imageschemically formeda turn of a cornershe forgetswho walked past herlaughscriesforgetsdid you take your breakfast?they askeddid she?that girllooks familiarsomeone throws a pebble from behindit shattersall alongi was staringinto a mirror

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the sky grew red.the screen flickered.i saw your name.another three months.another temptation.i'm torn again.in a land of the forbidden.the serpent lurks around.waiting to strike.in this land of the forbidden.apples don't grow on trees.i'm your apple.apples shouldn't be in eyes.apples can't be tasted.i pray that you won't die.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1123777386912728752005-08-12T00:18:00.000+08:002005-08-12T00:23:06.916+08:00

maturityis knowing what should be doneand doing itis learning that the earth doesn't evolve around youis being independentis being strong emotionallyphysicallyspiritually

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1123118627487582102005-08-04T09:21:00.000+08:002005-08-04T09:23:47.493+08:00

the princess' diary.i'm a princess.i'm treasured and cherished by Him.No one can replace me in His heart.Of all the peoples on earth,He loves me the most.I'm His princess.He's my King.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1122652390558783432005-07-29T23:04:00.000+08:002005-07-29T23:53:10.603+08:00

the last vulgarity that came out of my mouth dated 2003. aren't you fortunate? in case you haven't realised, i'm not that broken-hearted lonely pathetic girl anymore. since that time i asked you for a reply and you simply refused, i gave up. totally. i can go on perfectly fine without your shadow cast over me.and the only reason why i still wanna keep in contact with you is really because i

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1121270517702052992005-07-13T23:59:00.000+08:002005-07-14T00:01:57.706+08:00

thanks bro. i cried like dunno wad ytd night and i really feel much better now. :) thanks for being there. daniel leow kok ann.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1120838952295540362005-07-08T23:22:00.000+08:002005-07-09T00:09:12.340+08:00

can't exactly figure myself. it's as if i lost myself. maybe i was simply thrown back into my old way of life. kinda hard to get used to. sometimes i feel like a wandering soul. like i dun belong anywhere. my spot on earth. it's nowhere in sight. pretense. in life, it's easier to pretend. to do whatever expected. whatever asked to. even when, even when.write twenty times i'm not your missing rib.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1119107185336151982005-06-18T22:47:00.000+08:002005-06-18T23:06:25.340+08:00

sometimes i wonder if you can understand just how i feel. everytime i think about it, i become so so depressed. that's why i dun like to drink anymore. it makes me more depressed. feel like crying; feel like sleeping. a part of me wants to follow my mind, set myself free. yet another part of me yearns to follow my heart, to indulgance. i simply cannot bring myself to a decision. i tried to forget

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to my dearest mum & dad.i know that you love me.even when you scold mefor not washing my disheswhen i dun even have the strengthto sit up and eateven when i'm sick a 38.9you cooked fried chicken for dinnerand asked me why i din eateven when i had to eat instant noodles.no proper meals for daysit's okayi can't eat anywayand when you finally realisedhow sick i wasi'm already to lazyto tell you in

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1117900568843019702005-06-04T23:49:00.000+08:002005-06-04T23:56:08.850+08:00

i keep checking my phone.i feel like an idiot.my fever's like how you're treating me.i'm still not retarded.i can't sleep.panadol = paracetamol + caffine.i want to sleep.i dun want to stare at my phone no more.i took muscle relaxors.do not take more than 2 each time.do not take with paracetamol / alcohol.who cares. you're sleeping. you dun.i cried. tot it could make me feel better.i failed.i

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prose somewhat. part 2. You hold me in your arms. I like that feeling. Of being secure. Safe. Like even if the sky should fall it doesn't matter. I like your smell. And how it seems to follow me wherever I go. Like you're holding me all the time. Should you cry i'd wipe away your tears. Should you fall i'd carry you. Should you get lost in the dark i'd get lost with you. Should you hurt yourself

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1116318901486086872005-05-17T16:30:00.000+08:002005-05-17T16:35:01.516+08:00

i have a bad feeling about this.it's not as if i'm unfamiliar with their ways.things are going to turn bad.ugly.and i hate it.i'm caught.in the middle.oh god.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1115661494315146162005-05-10T01:52:00.000+08:002005-05-10T01:58:14.320+08:00

of this recent uproar.recently there's this hoo-haa about this new song. tong hua by guang liang.. whenever people introduced me to the song, i would listen skeptically. cuz' i know in reality this doesn't happen. the ending won't be like that. i'd like to live in the fantasy that as long as i believe, we can have a happy fairytale-like ending. i'd like to make-believe. but everytime i hear that

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7th may.what should i saydefend myselfemotionsthey're gonewhat's leftemptinessi sit back relax and enjoyyour blown-oversized angertry to laughat how insginificant you are in my lifeand how you act likeyou're so importantyou asked me what happenedi explained myselfyou realised it's your faultyou kept quiethe raised his voicei shouted backto get my message acrossinto his puny brainhe shouted even

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1114751768965983382005-04-29T13:15:00.000+08:002005-04-29T13:16:08.966+08:00

everytime i try to fly i fall back on my knees it's not as if i can't live without you not as if i will crumble and fall become hermit crab again not as if you're gonna stay one day we'll part not as if i can't take care of myself eat lunch alone not as if i will starve myself to death who would be so stupid not as if i'll cry not as if not as if not as if not as if...i'm so tired of my excuses.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1114447432146362222005-04-26T00:42:00.000+08:002005-04-26T00:43:52.146+08:00

oh. my. god. hahaha. hahaha. hahaha. i am mad.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1114104346418059032005-04-22T01:12:00.000+08:002005-04-22T01:25:46.420+08:00

the daywhen curtains fallred velvet covers our faceswhen everything's overseas calm and skies breakwhen it's no morewhat am i to youand what will you be to me?a kind soula stupid dogemotional brata passerbyinsecurethat's what i amwhen i see hours crawl bybefore a replywords you saymay mean nothing to youbut it hurtscuz they really don't seems tomean anything to youwish i could dissolvedie now a

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1114011940691805132005-04-20T23:38:00.000+08:002005-04-20T23:45:40.690+08:00

.wish.i could dissolvehydrophilic crapi could fallgravitivityi could crytear glands dropi could laughmuscle relaxori could sleepeyelids cut openwish i could.self-pity partywish you could be here.i should change. be happier.beat my body to make it my slave.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1113881407838260672005-04-19T11:28:00.000+08:002005-04-19T11:30:07.840+08:00

I'm so tired of being hereSuppressed by all my childish fearsAnd if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave'Cause your presence still lingers hereAnd it won't leave me aloneThese wounds won't seem to healThis pain is just too realThere's just too much that time cannot eraseWhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your tearsWhen you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fearsI held your hand

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1113472241330678712005-04-14T17:39:00.000+08:002005-04-14T17:50:41.330+08:00

i'll hold you in heavensometimes i feel like cryinglaying down and dyingthat's when i need youlaughing's always easybut sometimes i'm just scared you'll leave methat's when i feelemotional.pms struck again. today.i learned the art of working like a roborttime passed surprisingly fastmore surprising, however, is that i'm still alivethat i can still feel the numbness in my leg when i uncrossed my

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1113400913693216502005-04-13T21:38:00.000+08:002005-04-13T22:01:53.693+08:00

stuck. like cork in wine bottle. like toe-nail. either way i move, i bleed. hurt. deformed. i really hate myself. choice. does it really exist? freewill. a joke. it's a lifetime contract signed by birth. breach it and i die. tattered barbie i am. i scream but i hear nothing. feel like crying but i stay dry. i lost something. i hate you.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1112881537242300992005-04-07T21:44:00.000+08:002005-04-07T21:45:37.243+08:00

i miss you. :(

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1112373531581687632005-04-02T00:28:00.000+08:002005-04-02T00:38:51.583+08:00

i'm treading on a fine string.Estatic and contented as i am, i fear.i'll be banished.And there will be no turning back.i don't think i'll ever have the courage to.it's foolishness to the mind;deception to the flesh.what will happened next?i stopped thinking about it.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1112113060337810092005-03-30T00:17:00.000+08:002005-03-31T01:32:46.006+08:00

wants.far-fetched dreams fantasiestry to touch the clouds, in vain.still i feel the fluffiness of cloudsdream of wandering into the skies, supermani feel the warmth, the comfort, the peacehug the cotten i fall asleeplost between dreams and reality.yet a dream is but a dreamone day i'll fall flat and hardground soildmy body a splatter all overvultures devour, peck their nasty beaksmy rotten body.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1111855823377225532005-03-27T00:44:00.000+08:002005-03-28T23:30:04.330+08:00

kiss me and smile for metell me that you'll wait for mehold me like you'll never let me gocuz i'm leaving on a jetplanedun know when i'll be back againhold me like you'll never let me go.tired of guessing.take me away; i'll follow like a pet pupif only you bother toif only you carei'm so tired.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1111260838230282182005-03-20T03:31:00.000+08:002005-03-20T03:33:58.230+08:00

stupid meso long a time i need to taketo realise that i'm not Godso many things out of my controlthat not even one heart i can changemay You show Yourself realtake control

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1111255264067584382005-03-20T01:44:00.000+08:002005-03-20T02:01:04.066+08:00

dun let me go.please.this insecurities i thought was gonecome gushing flooding me.drowning.pray.should it have been Godin all His glorious plansmay God be the One sustaining us.may i cast aside my anxieties.Easier said than done.this life.i am a loser.play my life. have fun.

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1108433794905592062005-03-19T05:57:00.000+08:002005-03-31T01:40:15.623+08:00

Prose somewhat part 1 Her feet ached after a torturous long day on a pair of 3 1/2 inch heels. He said she looked sexy in them. Guess he changed his mind. The world is spinning, her vision blurring, she's stuffing vodka up her nose mistaking it for her mouth. She can't stand it anymore. She took off her vexatious heels, threw them high and far, and let out a holler. Men are pigs. It's been a

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this friendshipthis friendship. implausible as it is,its origin; its birthbe it fate or whatever divinehas it's hands on us somewhat manipulativefor it's been barely 3 months,bedazzling seemingly fleetingeverything's moving so fastreality questioned.perhaps due to this haphazardnessinsecurity arises, what ifsif one day we lose contactif someone else should come alongas coincidental an ocassion as

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1109956874657977982005-03-05T00:58:00.000+08:002005-03-05T01:21:14.656+08:00

feel like crying. i'm torn. my soul, this wretched being struggling within me, i can't seems to figure my way, i'm lost. like floating alone on ocean pacific, like riding a directionless bus on highway California, like figuring the position of a particular cactus on a map of desert sahara, i'm lost. i struggle barely breathing. it's my fault. it's a hole i allowed to enlarge. it's a sin i allowed

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1109902842579318702005-03-04T10:20:00.000+08:002005-03-04T10:20:42.580+08:00

stop reading lah you idiot

me-myself-ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15084846829276990031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338913.post-1109600452312403362005-02-28T22:10:00.000+08:002005-02-28T22:20:52.313+08:00

i'm sorryi've always thought that all people, no matter wad background they come from, face worries and troubles in their lives all the same. The key is in how they choose to respond to them. Today, i realised i thought wrong. i'm sorry. should have listened more closely to wad you say to me. i can't say for sure if i'll be a victor given your circumstances. But i can say you're really strong.

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Tedious being metedious it isto live a life not knowingthe greater purpose it was set fortedious it isto love so timidlyfear rejection fear unacceptancetedious it isto pretend what is notdouble standards heart and mindtedious it isto not dare try mind bogglingalways avoiding running awaytedious it is as wellto hide away the truthmere existance of poetry secrets

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Written when i had pmsDarn.Forgot what to writeThese emotions outta controlLike menses overflowI wrap them up throw awayThey keep coming backSaw a drunk dancing in the middle of AMKIn bright chirpy morning I shake my headIdiotic migraine rocked my headI wanna kill myself die along the streetsWhy do I haf to live unlike myselfTo speak and act against my heartBut talk is cheap actions are deepWhat

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Falling hardBang!I hit ground solidHate myself for being a loserWhy are you always ignoring meSplatter all overPlat!I'm like mud balls in kid's playThrown all over stepped squashedWhy is it always me?Do you know how worried i amNo you don'tI'm irritating naggy bossyI care so much each time i thinkof you my heart freezes adrenaline rushBut noYou don't knowYou don't seems to careseems to

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Am i not pretty enough Do i laugh too loud Is my heart too unbroken Am i really too young But i've seen quite a lot Or so i think Am i too calm Should i be more flabbergasted Do i pout too much Is my life too smooth-sailing But it isn't Or so i think Do i think too much Should it all proceed naturally Am i a bitch Of how you're always stuck in my head Do i worry too much Should i laugh and

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Ways to die hunger thirst drink poison cut my wrist forget to breathe be despised backstabbed burn myself drink lotsa rum radiation too much heat or the absence of it suffocate hang myself faint and ignored shoot myself jump off the block loving you

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i feel like hugging you assuring you that everything's gonna be alright. it's a long way for searching hope you'll find your way

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Sometimes Curled up i shrivel up foetal position i hide the thoughts i have inside cold and lonely sometimes i need yearn want cream for eyes to cry with torso to snuggle up hand to hold shoulder to lean on head to pat arms around my shoulders face to gaze at ears to speak to someone to hug and be hugged someone who cares.

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torn i'm sorry i can't be perfect i tried so hard it's been a great feat still i failed I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn you don't know me no one really do this protective shield i have a mask i

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Self rejection Heart bleeds tears oozing outta it numbness throughout she's hurting so bad she's losing it all A lil cut transfers pain heart to skin relieves the heart deceives the mind Addictive lil cut done over again and again hiding in vain her sorrow and pain now tears well up oozes outta her skin Reaching again and again for the blade she seeks refuge but nothing's changed he's still

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Jealousy The sight of it is like pouring acid on my heart slowly circulating around my body feel numb in my hands i lose grip Sick in my stomach feel like fainting lose coordination of my breathing suffocate i feel sick Makes effort to breathe it's not worth dying for my heart corrodes of the acid i feel myself quelching hate myself a loser falling failing to control i'm sucha possessive

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can't stop thinking of you what you'd say how you'd respond would you laugh tired of having to please you tired of this guessing thing wondering if you're ignoring me yoou hate me start to find me a bother just say it dun leave me guessing. figuring out my emotions i fear the truth i've fallen into it yet i allowed myself to fall guess it's all my fault on my part that i should just stay away

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know there's no point in worrying but my heart is just so heavy i feel so scared i hate this feeling i screwed up. badly keep screwing things up but i really dun mean it life's sucha disaster wish i could be a baby once more cry all my worries away and momma will clear up my mess. I am so done for.

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dearest. burdened my soul so heavy i can't breathe properly i keep on praying praying for you I've been there before And i know how it feels I'm not that different That's why i can see you thru All the more because of this i hate to see you rot wasted away your soul cries out to love and be loved I'm not always like that I dun like to nag I fear rejections as well it's a long road of

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dilenma i don't know wad to do. The heart's deceitful above all else even i don't have a clue what i want. why do i feel as tho you don't understand why do i have to think so hard on making this decision wretched spirit i have in me a battle wages i really don't know wad to do. My heart a wretched being i am so sick tired drained G o d . y o u . t h e r e ?

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Argh. Tear my heart up i wanna cry and pray it'll all vanish. Is it somthing i've done Or are you against me What can i do I lay at your disposal I hate my life and all that goes on As if it's not enough Why do you have to do this i pull off all my hair in vain thinking my mind a mess a tattered barbie i lose control Why do you seems to expect so much of me i cry my spirit to sleep in

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Beautiful; Pink flowers for a girl; Motor car for a boy; A rainbow for the clouds; Numerous stars for the moon; Numbers for the mathematical; Words for the poetic; Black and white for the nostalgic; Colours for the artistic; Plain rice for the poor; Steak for those better off; Cavier for the extravagant; Black for the Gothic; White for the innocent; Young blond for an all-american;

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Desperado Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, before it's

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a . b o r e d . b r a i n y o u . w o n d e r why are all the guys flocking to you..? And you took a . l o n g g . time. y o u . w o n d e r why they c l i c k e d so well with y o u..? And you took a . l o n g g . time. y o u . w o n d e r why can't you u n d e r s t a n d political discussions.. ? And you took a . l o n g g . time. y o u . w o n d e r why does your b l o n d e . h a i r

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Pornography for those ashamed at their Lustful acts for those who can't afford Prostitution for those wouldn't commit or simply Can't make it

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Sittin' here staring blankly at myself amazed, agape, amused The savor of rain overwhelms as coldness seeps deeper through the skin freezes the heart Takes more than courage to live Needs more than love to breathe Freedom, life, love doesn't seem that enticing after all for what tags along may prove more than one can take The long and winding road promises nothing ahead Takes more than luck

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Confused. Is it all a lie? When you realise that wad you count on can't be counted on. What do you do? Faith. Is it all? Can it last? I pray. I hope, I wish. Life. Is a cunt.

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Life. Is a cunt Watch out O lil child Cuz there's nothin' They can't It twists and turns With all its wit And might There's evil lurking 'round every corner So stay alert, lest thee fall prey Take heart my child There's love out there; Still, though mild. So keep thy heart Pure as rain. Though like tears it falls; Yet like crystals it's pure.

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She smiles. But only her body does so. She laughs, even louder than before, trying to prove that she ain't sad. Yet a part, if not the whole, of her heart speaks the truth to her, relentlessly, -- she ain't the old her anymore. Yet. Yet someday her prince will come running to free her, to release her from all her miseries. At least that's the only hope she can embrace. She simles. But she

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Homework Is sickening I don't hate school Neither Do i hate teachers I don't hate learning Neither Do i hate scoring But homework Is juz sickening In it's very nature of it being a routine And a norm Yet I sit quietly obediently submitting myself to this norm It's a pressure It's the stare That hardly anyone can get by and feel right No one questions the validity and essentiality of

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A note of clarification.. The stuff here are mostly "at-that-moment-feeling" kinda thing. And i do admit (duh) i got horrible phrasing, and vocab. so. yeah. mostly prolly you can't understand wad i'm trying to bring across. so quit trying to understand me thru reading these sickly poems. understand me thru relating wif me. That's ultimately the most important thing in a relationship.

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Life is beautiful I've always thought that my life is simple. Do the things i like, worship the God i love. Whatever should complicate it? Am i even starting to grasp this concept of complicity? I fear deeply how my life would proceed. Life's a bitch. That's fallacious. Life's not a bitch, it's the people in your life and what they do to you and what happens that make life such a bitch. Life

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Stuck Here i lie Quiescent in regard to everything Images flood As if of another person's They seemed so faraway So distant So surreal How i used to like you enjoy you and laugh with you How i used to look forward to each day's birth to each gathering together How i used to take pride in having you in loving you all these were no more was it me who've changed or was it us? Does it matter

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Life Is a chewy caramel sweet the best is at the end You gotta stick in till the end To get the chocolate flowin Love Is a piece of homework The tough parts are always at the end A crucible for all who love Hate Is a super lemon candy Disgust and resent initially Embraced with absolute no reluctance finally Dilemma indeed Death Is a gate Either to freedom or to captivity Choose your

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Lostmystuff Anxiety Remorse Helpless In face as such nothing matters but you. Where are you? a necessity only today do i cherish Such a bitch i am Will you come back to me? i only have one prayer Come back Paralysed waist down I know not what to do But to pray and hope That you'll not be lost Breathlessness seizes me I try hard not to think But all the more i try All the more i fail Argh.

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Guessin' guessin' guessin' Life's full of the unexpected, Fraught with doubt, Wonder and fear. It's a guessing game Where there's no answer at all... Listen to the wind, They'll tell you the secrets That'll cripple us, Leaving us hopeless And swooned... Take me away, Let me fly in the clouds, Let me learn to love, Reject and adore Let me leave the land Of uncertainty The

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Diggin' in deep Thick untamed hooks of the lesh flogging the innermost parts of my body leaving my heart torn and tattered isn't it enough? wad was already done do you want me to be left hopeless and shattered shine in my lamp i find my oil running low as though there isn't any to supply me anymore den i look up to the One den i realise He's all i need

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Sin I'd Turn back time And Try to change But i know That no matter How many times I try I'd fail. Until my heart fail to pump And i get sick of all my desires And what have i Then finally i'd change.

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