cease this disturbance of the peace
if peace be what i see.
i can't touch it, can't feel it.
i CAN hear it.
 that tat-tat-tat...
she continues to wipe up
the blood of his bitten bullet
that sprays all nations.
she can't touch it, can't hear it.
she CAN see it; see it in some words
 that tat-tat-tat...
he continues to take her sweat
that jumps out of her pores
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i went to this poetry thing [linguistics] at the rOtunda
saturday and they were like speeding bullets, cocaine, AIDS,
black pride, and momma's genes.

it was awesome.

everyone must know: breakfast at ikea
every morning-eggs, potadoughs, sausage and bacon with some freaky juices= $0.99! fo real.

NO girl, no love, no luck, no money, no food, no water, no sleep, no sex.

DONT write, dont speake, dont live, dont breathe.

NOT punctual, not married, not clean, not ready, not juicy, NOT QUALIFIED.

just alot of water....hehe.

a silence recited..as my voice just distorts in her ear..hear me out dear..should i go home or stay

here.   [she doesn't care]

resolution: DESIDERATA

Today was really whatevs ( Read more... )

magazine cut outs, old pictures, eXtra homework, sleeping cats, sleeping in, sleeping out, stepping out, freaking out, running back inside, and water at my side.

if i were to sit somewhere quiet and get fucked up all on my own and twidle my thumbs it would be sad. i never had any control to begin with. in this life i am just as powerless. I wasnt born into authority and i certainly wasnt presented with any. im just a peasant in the eyes of my dictator and we all fucking are, but not everyone would agree. ( Read more... )

4th period English 1 MG Ms. Klock

There's a blonde girl in World History,
Ellen. She always wears her hair in a high,
tightly pulled back ponytail, off to the
side. Today she has it down. It makes her
look older and prettier.

hah! "a blonde girl in world history."
That's rigth, she's in there somwhere.
Something like discovering the cure for cancer,
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breaking the waves for taking me in, and twirling and kicking with broken shells to stab your feet bleed with the grains of sand, heart rushing and pushing the clouds to the ends of your mind, careening and fearing but reassuring the warmth of light, bind the chains that travel without grace or structure, painting your words without sound, dig your ( Read more... )

                                                                                                                                Melodic starlight
                                                                                              Intrudes upon idle dreams
                                               Peaceful seranade.......

oh.