sometimes. i don't feel like living. i don't want to die. life seems like too much work. life seems too easy. i'm not depressed. i feel good. i need to evolve. how do i go about doing that?


A Week Before He Dumped MeAlone we walked hand in hand behind eight strangers I’d known for yearsA Week Before He Dumped Me
Dawn patiently waits below the sea As the sand surrounds and holds our feet
Softly strumming strings and drums The faint sounds of some rock and roll songs
Dawn sneaks up from the blue horizon And warns us that soon our night’s all gone
We sit on top the lonely life guard stand, you rest your head on mine
The sky fills with pink and blue sun rays You kiss me and whisper, “It’s okay.”


Super GlueA mammoth knife Flashed white light in my eyeSuper Glue
My mother stood scared She held her hand up to my father And begged
My father stood steady Knife in hand He told her to go into the kitchen
My sister stood stiff She grabbed my hand As we hid
Under the dining room table
I held my breath As my mother's shriek Pierced the silence
Finally my father entered And stuck his head under the table
"It's all done," he said
My mom's fingers
Were no longer
Glued together


Wherefore art thou William?Where is this man who can massage my heart? The one who melts my brain and warms my soul. He speaks of lovers who can’t bear to part, And of a love which there is no control. He can compare his love to summer’s day, And he concludes the day does not compare. And how he says that all the world’s a stage, There could not be more passion or more care. I close my eyes, and wish- and hold my breathe- That maybe there’s another man like him. Yet disappointment’s all I seem to get, So, until a new love for me begins- My William, all alone, restores my faith, And gives me hWherefore art thou William?


A and FIn this crazy world, where day and night are black where tears and drugs are hurled onto high piles stacked, there is a downward spiral that can easily attack, for a desired total reliant only on prozac. a selfish scream in pain heard by only one can no longer contain a rope uniquely hung. what must be different? things never change no one can prevent escape from the cageA and F


AC ExpresswayMile after mile in the backseat trying to contemplate sleep between the nucking sounds of the two next to me the only thing that comes to mind is semantics and the shore leaving behind large cement blocks &AC Expressway


ApplicantYou are only one and I could have so many that I hope to see you buried by the end of the week. Your knees look like they'd buckle from the required weight and your elbows are ugly from time, I wouldn't kiss them. Clever mind, but with an eye for gilded paper. Keen eye, but with a mind for catching. Your handwriting is neat - on application but your narrow fingers are probably like rook's claws. Jagged nails would need to be cut before they could be any good on the keys. Your face could be warm, but your nose is so large could you resist sniffing out stacks where it doesnApplicant
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
and my dad's an asshole for the record...
not to the extreeme that I hate him to right now
i think I'm just so used to having so much slack on my leash, that now that he's pulled it so tight, I want to just reach up and bite his hand.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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i am a sex icon, can't u hear the sexy theme music as i walk by
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
SHORE TOMORROW!!!!!
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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