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sticky? no, happily stuckbefore the sun opens his sleepy eyes to greet the morning and glisten through the windows, our fluorescent bathroom lighting lets you watch your smooth hands soak every strand of your ashy blonde hair with half a bottle of gel that leaves such a greasy smell, and my hands still feel sticky when you leave for work.sticky? no, happily stuck
you've never carried an umbrella, because if your drenched scalp and an outside downpour got into a fight, you knew who'd win.
but i still see perfectly styled hair when you'd come home for sandwiches and chips for lun
by ~chasingxaimee
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liar‘I have written you poems beforeliar
but this one will be different'
I
We are all a little crazy. The walls have blue eyes today and the bed sheets are too thin,
I found five pounds outside my door -- I am a little less honest now.
If I were honest I would say
‘I do not think you care‘.
If you cared you would not have chewed my toes to stumps,
you would not have pulled my fingers apart one by one and placed yours in-between
would you?
If you cared your head would have jerked when my hips blew up on tarmac outside your window
by ~inmyroom
forksflakedrug dealersforksflake
are likely candidates for an evolution of add-on appendages.
a character took the nonchalant walk towards the place where shrooms and pep AC(id) tablets make the mind unwind towards rinds and universe skins. the Vermontish barn took his cover, the moneymaker who weighs, ties and promises everything before a buyer's eye-to-cake eye-to-girlcake eye-to-mind-(de)cake EYEs.
The trodding man mumbled new sayings, confusing
eighths and ounces and grams only so more bags asked for twistyties a
by ~Covington
if I called youYour skin is like cat-flaps, I tug on scar tissue, spluttering chewed up adjectives all over. You did not believe me when I said 'you are a camera snapping shut, your flash is too closeif I called you
to my iris and I choke on the slouch in your stare'
You thought you were more of a photo album, an open book with a spine that arches when I kiss your happy endings then slap you shut, because I care about things like the colour of your finger tips and when you do not have time for dinner.
If I told you that you push yourself between my eyelashes at night and leave red footprints
by ~inmyroom
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- Current Residence: clayton, georgia
- Interests: jeremy, boys, pornography, poetry, photography, sex, panda, kisses, touching, girls
- Favourite movie: amelie, chasing amy, cruel intentions, eternal sunshine, get real, kill bill vol. 1, spun
- Favourite band or musician: bright eyes, cursive, death cab for cutie, her space holiday, snow patrol, the get up kids
- Favourite genre of music: indie/alternative/emo
- Favourite poet or writer: e.e. cummings
- Operating System: windows millenium
- MP3 player of choice: i-pod
- Shell of choice: the pretty ones that i pick up from the sand at the beach
- Skin of choice: yours
- Favourite game: dance dance revolution
- Favourite gaming platform: playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: master shake
- Tools of the Trade: my dirty hands
- Website: http://www.deadonthebeach.com
- Email: aimee@deadonthebeach.com
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- MSN: manipulate x me
- Yahoo: chasingxaimee
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