I confess.
I'm hopeless...
a person made of would-bes
faded images and vague memories
of something I once had
a daydreamer
that’s what my friends say
inventing my world
my way
waiting
and wishing
and wondering…
(wistfully wanting)
I hug my knees and
cry.
I lie awake at night
and stay in bed in the morning and
sigh
because I miss you so much.
I’d die
without you.

--anonymous

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Love

People seem to think
Love is a saving grace
from without

Love is kept locked up
in you
until someone with a key
lets it be free

when you meet your Love
you'll know

her eyes will cut through you
like you were nothing
you'll see the universe in those eyes
her smile will tell you that you are
everything

and you'll know that it's true

Love is a constant surprise
and you'll laugh just to know
you have it

you'll forget the world you knew
it wasn't real
This is a beautiful new world
and it is everything to you

She'll wrap her coil around your heart
and you'll never be the same
and she'll never be the same

Love is forgetting yourself
it is finding hairline cracks and matching them with yours
it is the days that are seconds
it is irreplacable moments of fertile silence
it is knowing that flowers aren't just flowers and a ring isn't just a ring
it is losing pretense and knowing who you are
it is repetition of gestures that mean more than just a touch
it is sharing everything always forever
Love is what makes life worth living

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I hate

that I get into the most ridiculously fantastical situations.

fuck!

because then they always sound like excuses.

I'm so sorry. please believe

me






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Why Can’t I Get A Second Chance At Life

I wish I had a mind to waste
I’d probably go to some bullshit school
Where my diploma doesn’t count for shit
It would give me more time to relax
And do my favorite drug daily

Wouldn’t that be more fun?
My only stress:
Finding time to get high

I wish I had a body to waste
No more workouts to get in shape
And Fast Food is so much tastier
When you don’t care
About your health

Wouldn’t that be amazing!
Not giving a shit
Of what your physical appearance looks like

Sometimes it just sucks knowing
That it would be incredibly easier
To stop caring
To drop out of school
To give up on my body
To give up on my dreams


------Ben Hubbard
www.footpowderproverbs.blogspot.com

vanity

Some subtle precaution
is always breathing down my neck
ravenously, as if starved
for attention

we're ignoring the ill-conceived
notions of dignity and grace
not only to keep what is precious safe
but also in a fruitless attempt
to survive the embarrassment

structured phenoms rise ably,
didactic as if we needed
another teacher.
we'll learn in time.

I'm sorry that fate decreed
a windfall opportunity
but I can't be righteous
without being right

I think we think
we have a choice
and that our motives
make the difference
but we're only fooling
ourselves because the
world is made of fattening
foods and pictures of
rainbows reflected in
mirrors but when our
arm reaches out we feel only
dust and tears, and sometimes
a quiet mechanism to tell us
that we're still pretty

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trust me

I don't think anymore
I just feel
just because its visible
doesn't make it real

controllers set fire
destroying people
amongst them the Liar
the lyre with golden strings
where is his silver tongue?

departing: the many
arriving with plenty
young flowers to fornicate
this is the saddest

I've given you reasons
that are worth believing in
if only to have something
to believe

I need a savior
to go out and save for
people are stunned
and think they don't need
to believe

are we so different in thought?

I know that everyone's
alone, keeping themselves
sadder than you could
ever imagine, and so
unwilling

I know I'll die from
blood loss from
keeping my arm out to help
for just too long

because despite all
instincts,
belief can make things
real

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How is that okay?
I’m not a toy to use.
I won’t sit here and take it.
what you did is called abuse.
You’re lucky I’m afraid
to report just what you did.
To let you have your way with me
was something I forbid.
Now that you got what you want.
what will happen next?
will you be disgusting with your webcam
or just send me dirty texts?
You ask me what I want.
It doesn’t really matter.
When you asked the first time,
you dismissed my wants as chatter.I didn’t want that to happen.
You know that, and I’m sure.
So why you fucked me anyways –
I’ll always be unsure.



-----anonymous