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Fifteen minutes of insecurity
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 03:10:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Fifteen minutes of insecurity:
My head hurts.
My feet itch
are sweaty
stink
are blistered
peeling back
bleeding.
My eyes burn.
The walls are too bright
are covered with tacky
frames
are lifeless
are flat cardboard
cutouts
crying to be heard.
I close my-
my face is a black lash
black hair
beautiful brown eyes
calling me liar
calling me unloved
blue eyed bastard love,
is an old dream
piled on old dreams,
is a burgundy
written on plush beige
flesh.
Every dream
is dead.
I watch the sound
spill
my hair
over troubled fingers,
hunt rabidly
for meaning,
hunt kiss after kiss
after kiss
after kiss,
hunt rabidly
and live.
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iodinelove
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2005-06-22 03:10:12]
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Re: Fifteen minutes of insecurity
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by hardrocker15198916 on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 01:10:32 PM AEST
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| OMG that was amazing that was sooo amazing i dont know what else to say it was just soooo awesome and good and i LOVE IT keep up your good work |
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Re: Fifteen minutes of insecurity
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by Maciej on
Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 08:32:41 PM AEST
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| I cn identify with what your writing about keep it up |
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