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SmileI'm no rapper
No physical scrapper
I'm a spoken word poet
Trying to let you know it
I've got rhyming style
Making a minute last a mile
Just to see you smile
It might take some time
But it's worth my while
Unbend your spine
Relax and let go
Overtake the flow
Don't fidget, midget
Don't fall, tall
Don't cry, fly
Don't sorrow
Here comes tomorrow
Flying on the wings of yesterday
Didn't I say
Smile
Make this poem
Worth my while?

the awkward**words are always getting tangled up on my tongue
like somewhere on the way to my mouth from my lungs
riding on a highway, a skyway of oxygen
skatin’ over bones and their insides of collagen
at motorcycle speed, drive up the sides of my throat
only to come out o’ here on a completely wrong note
like, everything i try to say
comes out in the wrong way
like russian roulette ballet
i mess it all up~
i try to tell you how i feel on what’s almost a daily basis
but over here, my voice is breakin’ vases,
your faces, i can tell that i’ve said the wrong thing
in this game i’m too early or too late with my swing
i k

blue, white, grey and ironyit's ironic when i realize
you
used to be the boy who brought
colour
to my life when i lived a life of blues, whites and greys.

and now you're the only man
who brings me so low that i drowndrowndrown
for hours/days/even weeks, and can't come back up.

is it just my mistakes?
or is there more to this low..?

it's you i see
in that crooked half-grin
on a stranger's face.

it's you i hear
in the lyrics of those songs
i listen to.

it's you i see
in the way that friend
swaggers.
or the way he acts.

i adore his personality,
because i see
you.

but you refuse to see me.

'Just Fun'Young girls; their heads are messed up.
Manipulated but you compensated
by getting dressed up.
You stare into the mirror
but you're never good enough?
Layers of cosmetics
but you still look rough?
A slave to fashion, you gave your passion
for a bit of popularity.
Feeling satisfaction?
Empty bottles are reality
releasing your 'insanity'
but you're sobering now
and you know of your fallacy.
Twelve to fifteen, nothing really changed.
Sacrificing femininity, potential down the drain...
As nasty as it sounds, you 'matured' into a wench
and while you carry on, girls like me pretend
that the world will be better in years to come.
But how will that h

ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.

Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.

In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.

But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.

who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul

HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.

I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.

No,

I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.

I am the monster
that self-destructs
cathartic, beautiful.

I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,

by choice.

I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.

No,

I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.

You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.

My core is my heart
my gift
my fault.

I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --

and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
nothing more,

JealousyI am happy she is gone

Is that wrong, I don’t know

I’m not sure I still want you

But you are mine alone

I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
but interrupted.

i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shine

the demon with the hellfire eyes.he'll never fall, that man, because you can't fall farther than the bottom. you can't live on liquor alone, but he'll be damned if he's not gonna try. that woman there, she's the only survivor of his heart when it shattered all over the floor. he won't let her pick up the pieces, they'd cut her poet's fingertips. she brings out his demons, cut out his heart like it was nothing, and smiled when she did it.

she's his little femme fatale, but it's little more than a facade, you see. it's her. it's her. it's all her own fault, but she knows when he needs the nectar of her lips. she knows when to twitch her eyelashes, and she knows when to grin l

Delusions and IllusionsDelusions and illusions
Are our best friends,
The only things we can retain
When we're left to fend
For others, for ourselves
For the good of all we have
To save ourselves from the abyss
Which will one day drive us mad.

Perception and deception
Are mortal enemies
In the battle for survival
As only one can breed
To keep us safe in our bubbles
In which we've grown to live
So showing one the truth
Is an act one can't forgive.

And in a sense, no innocence
Can stand the test of time
Even though we are immune
For most of our selfish lives
For even though we don't accept it
The truth is always there
So discard, once more,

Ur eyes shine like the forth oUr eyes shine like the forth of the July the color splashs wanting to leave white out of the picture ur eyes are beautiful there not pitiful ur eyes are all u need for being beauitiful

Starved For Wheat Starved For Wheat
(A poem for everyone with gluten intolerance)

I must look awful strange, sipping tea and staring at all the cakes and cookies piled high in
Convenience stores and coffee shops.
It's plain to see I'm starved for wheat,
And that I'm silently cursing my tantalizing lot in life.

Because, it's not fair ... that I have to sit and starve on salad,
While watching family and friends feast and feed to their hearts' content,
And amuse myself by dreaming of de

Strongeryou are stronger then this,
i think to myself,
as i lay down my head to sleep,
i close my eyes and think happier thoughts,
and yet somehow the memories get to me,
the tears fall effortlessly down my face,
gently, stealthily sneaking from my eyes,
and transform into crystals,
they shine and sparkle in the light,
and whisk me swiftly off to sleep,
a gentle motherly voice whispers in my ear,
you are stronger then this

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by ~deekaee, Jun 29, 2004, 12:57:03 PM
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Do you think you could give me back the trust I gave you
What’s that you say?
You broke it?
Let me see,
Look, its still works a bit
It just looks more at the past mistakes now
and its telling me you won’t keep any promises
and you’ll tell a lot of lies.
No, your right, that’s not very trusting,
But hey, its not my fault,
you the one the broke it!

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not much to say about this one. Hope you like it.

~EvilXSpYkE Jun 29, 2004

cool... lol... and your wrong... YOU BROKE IT!

~deekaee Jul 1, 2004

Maybe it was a mutual breaking? Did you ever think of that?

~EvilXSpYkE Jul 2, 2004

i dunno... :shrugs:

~deekaee Jul 2, 2004

hehehehe. Once again, I win

~EvilXSpYkE Jul 2, 2004

no you dont!!! i win... you lose!

~deekaee Jul 3, 2004

sure sure. Thats what you always say. And your always wrong. I win!

~EvilXSpYkE Jul 4, 2004

NO! I WIN... HEADS I WIN TAILS YOU LOSE!

~deekaee Jul 4, 2004

Na uh, Heads you lose, tails I win!!!!!

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~super-mel-101 Jun 29, 2004

Good job Diane. *thumbs up*

~deekaee Jul 1, 2004

thankz.

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