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| I.By » Annily on Sat Dec 22, 20070 Comments | | I hear voices being raised as I
stand impatient; Waiting
for us to Rise.
Drug ourselves to feel our selfs
Unable to tolerate this numb feeling...
Medicated by our parents, our teachers, our faiths
To believe that somehow
I and Id are seperate
Paper was not once a tree
I have a... |
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| MaryBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | | Did I already lose you
To what you think you should be
Or are you already lost
In all that you feel
Do you sleep well
While I'm awake
Or do you think of her
With her smell still on your
hands, in your hair..
Have you forgotten our lips
in touch,
To the vibrations you get
at every... |
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| Your heart rushes across my skinBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | | My mind is on fire thinking of you
One hand fluttering at my thighs
The other pressed against mine
What more to do
But lie awake
Your presence is lacking
I need your taste
Surround me in your body
Watch me as I sleep
Every smile flickering
Know that it’s of you I dream
Dancing to the... |
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| Post-ecstasyBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | | Waking up in the afternoon haze
I lie, eyes closed, amazed
Scents of olive oil and cigarettes pervade.
Your chest embraces my spine
As our legs slowly intertwine
A sentence in one's mind.
Momentary Bliss.
Chlorinated Kiss. |
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| February 4thBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | | What if these songs were
all lies,
No angels to hear these
cries,
Moans. silent and unheard
effervescent pain
worsened by empty space,
the taste lingers
as words fade away
paranoia seeps,
steeps in through my veins
love marked my neck
whispered so low
stories of its own
oh, beauty... |
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| Pt. 2By » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | | You watch me
deliberately not blinking your eyes
as I squirm under the weight of a world of which I can't be set free
as everything precipitately slides
You watch me
and all I can do
is look right back
and see tears rushing down the curves of your face
the tears I wish were mine, that... |
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| Everyone's emo sometimesBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | | The kind of loneliness that starts at my diaphragm, slowly swells into warm
paste that suffocates my internal organs until I don't know if I want
to rip out my insides or curl up and hold on tight of fear that I might
implode into fragments of who I was, dilute into the
Brita-filtered-glass-of-water... |
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| Nausea overtook her tired soulBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | | Nausea overtook her tired soul,
Chilled bones settled in post-crescendo
The judges swept in and
Judged her Ways
The critics heard the rumours and
Criticised her Mistakes
Her father appeared to fuck
His own troubles away
As her Mother wept
All Children's pain.
The girl's gaze never lost... |
