Skirts to my thighs
A gun tucked in my left boot
A flask deep in the right
...
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Southern Girl
Boots to my knees
Skirts to my thighs
A gun tucked in my left boot
A flask deep in the right
...
Skirts to my thighs
A gun tucked in my left boot
A flask deep in the right
...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Writer
If I wrote every time I had the urge,
I'd never accomplish anything.
Maybe I should be a writer.
I'd never accomplish anything.
Maybe I should be a writer.
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Effect
If you don't know how I'm feeling,
You don't know me very well.
If you have no desire to read what I say,
I tell myself you still care, just not my way.
If you don't know why I listen to what I do,
Then you've never been here before.
If my emotionless state dumbfounds you,
You don't affect me deep enough.
If you question what I say,
You're getting closer to the truth.
If I hear one more time that "it'll all be okay,"
I might show you that it's not.
You push, I pull. You pull, I push.
Nothing will ever be resolved.
You don't know me very well.
If you have no desire to read what I say,
I tell myself you still care, just not my way.
If you don't know why I listen to what I do,
Then you've never been here before.
If my emotionless state dumbfounds you,
You don't affect me deep enough.
If you question what I say,
You're getting closer to the truth.
If I hear one more time that "it'll all be okay,"
I might show you that it's not.
You push, I pull. You pull, I push.
Nothing will ever be resolved.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thought
Once upon a time
A little girl had a thought that she thought would put her to sleep.
Well,
She thought wrong.
A little girl had a thought that she thought would put her to sleep.
Well,
She thought wrong.
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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
At Odds
Why can I not draw cohesive lines
between who I am and what I like?
A combination of many little pieces
of many parts
of life. As a whole,
I do not properly fit anywhere.
Someday,
this combination that you so like in me,
darkness and light,
will rip me asunder.
between who I am and what I like?
A combination of many little pieces
of many parts
of life. As a whole,
I do not properly fit anywhere.
Someday,
this combination that you so like in me,
darkness and light,
will rip me asunder.
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Monday, February 07, 2011
Winter Evening
the sky is heavy and laden with snow
the fields are white and the roads dreary
the fields are white and the roads dreary
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Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Paranoia
What imagination I have often displays itself in the form of paranoia.
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