It's a man's world, and I won't be owned in it.

Nov 28, 2004 13:58

No man will ever own me again, I'd rather be free.

I wrote two poems.

Fuck you.
You have hollowed me out,
stuffing my body with lies
and eating my soul.
Feasting on my sore parts
celebrating my decent.
You fool.
I love you I want to say
but I open my mouth,
nothing comes out.
I struggle, nothing to say,
so much to do, to think
I miss the way things were
so do you, and you show plainly
not knowing you do
That haunting look, I know you.
Fuck off,
I hate you, I wanted to tell you
but I can't say it
not with out tears breaking free.
I wish we could be together
I would do anything
because I love you

and the second...

In the News

Where's the greatness?
unreturned love a harsh reality
A kiss is just a kiss...
so simple, attemtped rape
Suicidal woman under attack
'poison pill' plan
Thankful for a little
help from her friends
once again open for business
hard to pace herself
more than 'Forever'
needs attention
demon talk Genital mutilation
'Black Friday'
Exploding scrutinized
honor isn't so great
Tears of the star:
reform must be a priority
bloody knife attack at school
residents killed in crash
Intelligence
entering 'American Idiot'
frets over image Witch
tech age Electric 'Circus'
police detain man in community

What I did for the second one was just looked through newpapers and found phrases and words that I liked and cut them out and rearranged them to how I liked them, and created a poem out of them.
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