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Neglect
I have been neglectful. So, so rude of me.
A lot of things changed since then, most is for the best.
I am not very sure on where to start in this explaination of pure ignorance. Mostly depression is to blame.
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Huge difference in taking those blood tests at different hospitals. Completely different ( Read more... ) -
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Working on the science project, It's goint to be difficult since I randomly don't have microsoft powerpoint...and I don't know where the play dough is. -
Nov 2nd 10
WHELP!
Might as well do what I gotta' do! I feel the need to start a little journal thing-ie in here,
After all, my private life recorded on the internet is completely save...from my mother. >->
Since my poetry or anything didn't get the exact attention that I really wanted (it's cool, I don't want to be friends with them either >-<)
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Amongst The City
The town's landmarks
Had been shrunk
Outlines of houses
Fitted in together
The different names and callings
Dialects and accents
Have been mushed
Creation of a bigger picture
A livable art
People so amazed
By the beauty of towers
The sun no longer needed
Houses sewn together
This is a community
Crime rate has doubled
People getting bored
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Dance
Relationship between two people,
The mirror they mimic,
Themselves.
Flowing limbs in a dance of harmony
Windows first light cast about the floor,
Drew up from the boards
And shone a disturbance
In one of their faces.
The rhythm and beat of the air
The rattling of the music,
Continues.
But the flow is off
The movements are unworthy
Of showing on stage anymore.
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The Fans
Beyond the bed time hours.
I'm far from sleeping.
Miles from the covers,
Above the click of time.
The endless chill,
A pain in my heart to be,
With out hours.
I wonder why the sun
Doesn't enjoy night
Always running away,
Never sleeping.
Miles away from covers.
The dust pops under the rip
The tread of my soles
Night is here
But you oh covers,
Are miles away.
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7:56
In this flat land,
Cold finally rushed by
The people run inside buildings and bunk up in cars
I walk with sandals and nose smelling the sharp edge
Of the senses
I politely decline their offers
I want this to last
The tingle of frost
The clarity of life being calm
The natural advancements
But the warmth of my destination
Dims the mind
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Sickness
Me and a large mass of other people share a common suffering.
It is not the unexpected and tragic loss of a close relative,
because I have yet to feel that absence.
The teeter totter of the community on one side and myself of the other is for once balanced.
The subject that makes us all cringe, or pop pills, squirt liquid in nostrils, coughing into ( Read more... ) -
The Number Fourteen
I still want that feeling of winning.
To be looked at and told a sturdy congratulations, for all my effort.
But effort is not as appreciated as I would want it to be.
When I am only blessed with a single minuscule of a god send.