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so much by swallowtail, literature

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so much

So much good locked away in the closet behind scars and Ripped dresses made and worn by goddess-children-girls Looking and waiting for their one dollar And ninety-two cents so they are able And worthy And something But nothing, actually, at all. And you and I know they are the window-washer-stalkers And you are (in fact) scared- so scared that you Will laugh at the infomercial inside your blessedly Forsaken heart, Quietly, Ever so quietly and then think, I am so lucky, So fortunate, So lucky, with my two parents And family and home in the 'burbs With my underpaid and hard-worded Daddy-so wonderful-and mother: Suppressed vi

Lucky by swallowtail, literature

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Lucky

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an exclamation mark please by swallowtail, literature

me by swallowtail, literature

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me

I like bony hands. I stare at mine for Minutes on end. The lines and texture and Quality are mine only. I measure My wrist by wrapping my two fingers around it. I can not remember if it is smaller than last. But still there is a lot of extra room. I like that. I touch the skin above my breasts, Below the crevice of my collarbone. It is a Space untouched and lovely; not for that Reason however. I watch my chest rise and fall unsteadily. I often forget to breathe. I feel my eyes closing: they are heavy. I am reminded of my lack of everything Especially energy. (I am only eighteen) I can picture my lacklustre self without Diffic

sometimes by swallowtail, literature

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sometimes

Sometimes I think about You under the sun And I think about you Under the stars and I think That I must be crazy for Ever feeling At all. Sometimes I think about the Hours And the ticking And how useless a butter knife Is. I wonder what would have Happened had I twenty dollars And the goods been good enough. I wonder why I'm still And how I am crazy For ever being. I think about my Face cold And my face warm, From the best and worst Of it and all that's Left. I think about the people Upstairs And how they are just upstairs. I think about myself In terms of you And in terms of my reflection. I think about what yo

i took the stairs this time by swallowtail, literature

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i took the stairs this time

1. So I took the Stairs this time And followed the Back of his shoes All the way up to- Up, up, left, down. He never did See his follower. 2. Later looking back, Realizations of my Broken tongue Overwhelm me. And I am overwhelmed On the train ride home. 3. Upon arrival It occurs to me That I have Never seen or Felt that. I missed love, Like I missed To see the Fronts of his shoes Earlier the same Day. 09/18/03

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False Love by swallowtail, literature

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False Love

(False) Love Time passes as the doors remain closed and his eyes stay shut. It's weird, though One after another after another, we all succumb to the same thing. Like a painting gone wrong. Splattered everywhere. Purples and reds. a beautiful mess Smudged lipstick looks nice on you. It's pretty, only 'cause it's the only real thing about you. You're a whore. Everyone knows that. SO don't bother drawing in the extra black lines. Or covering it with white. it's a waste of time. Minutes pass u by... so fast... run... Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ha. Late again. What I tell you? The seconds it takes for each colour to bleed throug

mirrors by swallowtail, literature

open and shut by swallowtail, literature

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open and shut

Open & Shut Silent screams of desperation, Stretched out, over done. Her ideas are raw and complex but simple still. The strings once strung have now snapped. An unreachable lesson, your eyes don't tell stories. But she keeps searching. Perhaps one day she'll find one. Perhaps one day she won't. Cardboard box- taped shut. Tucked away, forgotten. Suffocating in your mess. She cries but doesn't. Black on Black. Her words simply yearn For satisfaction- your nod, a glance, if you will. Don't you know? Don't you know that she's going under? Under. I mean under. all the way. all the way down. SO far down. You'll never find her,

still moving by swallowtail, literature

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still moving

Still...Moving Pre existent issues. For an Unresolved plight. Leading, bending, tormenting Comforting the silence aloud. Break the rule- and defy them. Singled out, untangle mass hysteria. Love the sin, but keep on walking… Keep on walking. Cushioned falls hard (sometimes). Stop complaining. just go. Plastic is mend able and used to your advantage Bag has become trash, your lined eyes revealing...but be Break the rule- and defy them. Singled out, untangle mass hysteria. Love the sin, but keep on walking. Keep on walking. And I don't want your shit today. Coffee Stains, or death of a falling cushion. But Continue... Break

unloved lover by swallowtail, literature

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unloved lover

unloved lover. Warmth intrudes Almost mystifying Clearing away the trash filled mind Of an unloved lover Slowly, the pace quickens Pounding away, reality is How could one have known? You had missed so much A sweet serenity The comfort of another beat quickening The smile seems real It is Thank god, for once The pink in her cheeks is burning Bashful perhaps And it's not a dream Oh, it's not How could one have known? You had missed so much That smile, the warmth in it I've missed much

want desire need by swallowtail, literature

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want desire need

Want-desire-need Warm- cotton like picture Is vivid- encapsulating "real" real colour, Completely artificial and air bag protected. Fall- surpassing speeds of your beat. Without worry of cushions giving way- Forcefully stealing your tear, 2-second glance, and slight occurrences. Pinkish smiles fade, then returns quick... Automatic feeling- what do you do to me? Inputs irrelevant... I like mine to be the same as... Me, and fluorescent lighting shows Cracks in the cracked floor. Stains on your bleached whites. How I love thee. Unforgivable and obviously guilty. Denying truths- too easy. Wandering mind, slowly creeps into your.

Roadblock by swallowtail, literature

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Roadblock

Roadblock. tick. tick. tick. ticking. trivial sounds encapture mindless minds- pretending to know- to have purpose. hate is to know. tis to acknowledge denial. to acknowledge smiles. how they seize - still - continuing - falsely. oh, but there not. minor speculation circles the wounded... the unforgivable hate...THAT truly is defined- tick. tick. tick... many a dots cannot explain your truth or the endless depth of the spherical, that lie deeply in that oval shaped mound. yet smiles seize- continuing falsely - tick - tick - doors left ajar keep wandering awake in the midst of a riot only those frozen can answer to- but ev

foreign dance by swallowtail, literature

Concious Dead by swallowtail, literature

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Concious Dead

Concious Dead Conscious dead And motivated grief Unlikely to stir, to help Ones who long To dream, to live. Numbing over. While unsettled harms, Spiralling, uncomfortable Dreams seem so Vivid, yet vague Illness spread Uncontrollably Enthralling, enigmatic still Simple is not Basic, not raw Falling ruin Aware, death's reflection Appeals, as succumbing seems plain Feels complete At last for real

not so simple by swallowtail, literature

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not so simple

not so simple words form unheard messages. voices hollow- like thoughts. chaotic-simple-blue and black. consequence of being. of having. insecurites breed. kindness superficial. like strangers giving- their hidden agendas not so... plastic molded decieves. and this conformity sickens me. although it performs different each time. lone. trapped. the result of being.... candy coated. artfically flavoured.

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Overdosing On You by tofog, literature

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Overdosing On You

Footsteps fall beyond each word that's simply left unspoken For each tenths-of-seconds our blind eyes meet My dignity is broken And you're my disdainful disease Like a tapeworm in my bloodstream I've choked on your acid upon my knees Now I'm paralyzed without the precedence Of signing your release You're cancerous to my being Yet I always find myself hiding in our actions The secret's spoken loud and there's no use now for distractions I need to get my stomach pumped You know I've swallowed far too much Of your poison, of your face Although I'm addicted to your taste Oh it's killing me (Yet thrilling me) It's bidding me farew

Blossom and Breathe by chaosboy, literature

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Blossom and Breathe

Blossom and Breathe Cool and healing water waits, Basins dotting sandy beaches And children playing silly games, Tempered, nameless, perfect… Bliss in a reflection, Splendor at sunset, Misery at darkness. Boulders, grassy knolls and perches, A god like perspective in a world of playing God, Subdued and refined in a glowing Orange light, Made jagged and ugly, Harsh and pronounced under a Moonlit sky. Every stone that falters lines the way, Rocks and broken twigs, An inharmonic melody playing itself to an ignoring sky, Belching under the fires of a billion stars, Calm, watchful and dignified, Alone in a midnigh

Thoughts Kept Hidden by eklipzed, literature

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Thoughts Kept Hidden

and in your eyes there's light that falls to horizons of nothing cut just the same and in your heart there's water that drips to nowhere and rises back to where it came.. caught in coral burst colors exploding on the walls a box of air; and butterflies in your hair; tenderness all the time... eyes that flitter and fly dancing on my face as i erupt in such feeling; smiling to the back of your head and loving the silence said. Thoughts Kept Hidden

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they call her action by swallowtail, literature

they call her action

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tmpst24myst

Feb 3, 2005

Geesh! I was sure I stopped by sometime last year... I didn't do too much last year around DA.

I hope you're doing well.

tmpst24myst

Dec 29, 2003

Happy New Year

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tmpst24myst

May 20, 2003

Thankyou ...

How have you been these days?

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Apr 10, 2003

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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