You smell like cheap cigarettes and broken hearts ( Read more... )

I am full of emotions that co-exist under the surface
Changing from one to another whenever I feel fit
Like a chameleon, changing my skin at whim
So I scribble furiously in these white pages
Using every moment as a small escape
Every moment I have with my emotion
I must get onto a page
So that I can look back and see
My life played out for you on paper
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I thought we were friends
I guess I was wrong
I can't believe you'd say those words
I guess I was wrong
You said to fuck off
I guess I was wrong
Maybe you aren't my friend
I guess I was wrong
I should be depressed
I guess I was wrong
But I wanted to love you, matt
I guess I was wrong.

How are some people not born ( Read more... )

o hai.
well, I figured since this is a writing community of sorts that I would pimp out my own writing community, may_t. My friend Meg and I are starting to post our fangirly stuff (it's quite smutty at times) on there and we're desperately looking for readers, so we'd love it if you'd stop by ( Read more... )

with so many different realities ( Read more... )

oh little one
I wish you:

loved me
looked up to me
adored me
missed me
wanted to be around me

like you used to.

I wrote this a while ago... I still feel this way. Yeah, it's short, but I'm saving the good stuff for later. ;)

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-William Carlos Williams

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

And it came to me then that every plan ( Read more... )