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none by wastedemotion, literature

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she's developed a sort of drag to that certain spring in her step following recommendations and directions of those met along the way angry with the world based on the fate chosen idiocy shone through without persuasion slowly driving regret into angry insanity happy to bring another soul down with them communicate raspy information through rancid breathe words tumble from poisenous tongues, sagging from unclean lips bait for a girl too naive to see through fabricated smiles missing teeth her heart too big not to yield her pursuit for each rotting being encountered wreeking of madness and destruction to charm the sympathetic cuttin

singed by wastedemotion, literature

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singed

a pencil-etched heart trapping a five-letter sin sadly mistaken for mispelled correlation positively the rare sort of affection she had wished for turned to scribbles and screams full of feeling cheerful voice gone hoarse rage taken out on whatever her wheels could cover wasting breathes on a promise, broken like her skin overcast with lies of possibilites and harmony hole up the dissection with sticky black filling habits to make capable the constant erasing deleting the scribbles time and time again forced disposal of the evidence enabling another of her one too many chances sketchy again because it needs time to perfect impo

dklsfjdkgbaibksf untitled by wastedemotion, literature

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dklsfjdkgbaibksf untitled

a rude awakening all alone in someone else\'s bed minimal clothing and the familiar scent of sexuality, protecting dishonest aromas from being exposed, from triggering that certain form of discomfort a reason to set the alarm back and try again later turn over, away from light peering through blinds trapped behind glass as a sentence of not trusting, having accused snooping among the innocent twisted and tangled in blankets from dreams you can\'t recall unable to find the hidden strength you found last night reasons enough but no time to set the alarm back again crawl out of bed, into clothing, out the door in one smooth, lazy moti

e s c a p e by wastedemotion, literature

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e s c a p e

nearly thirty days without honest contact --funny how lonliness counts for itself even after the wanting has gone-- agreements seen in movies force a smile and tops off my rebuilt self rather nicely the adrenaline refuses to allow resting up needed for the next morning, for which he arrived right on time. wondering why you ever doubted his punctuality as the doorbell reminds you why you\'re up and showered so soon, the sole reason that directs a hand cautiously on the small of your back subtle gesture to hurry up and begin all that was planned yet awkward and almost painful as that palm shifts the glaze still waiting to be fired sho

they say this part is hardest by wastedemotion, literature

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they say this part is hardest

sleeping as a medication to fix that needing fixing untie that which is bound twelve hours but still wake up yawning fresh glaze with a new breed of allergy inconstant character to destroy the latest interior viciously tear down the drapes break the glass with no regret spray-paint a threat on my wall satisfaction as my pen name veiling servitude to the utmost degree emotional freedom seeming vast enough sleeping as a medication to unlock that needing freed give life to that needing soul courage to that with no assistance seeking out approval hopeful for encouragement and while your eyes are tightly closed tear down anoth

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scars ---wasted by wastedemotion, literature

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scars ---wasted

Open mouths. Reaching hands. Lips on flesh. Hating me. Wanting you. But why? You and me. Perfection and defective. You and me. The flawless and the flaws. You and me. Complex and just confused. Scars upon scars. Fears upon fears. Self hate upon fucking self hate. I melt in your arms. Awake from the dream just in time. Bewildered. Freeze. A disappointment? Scars upon scars. A wall to break down? Give up? How do I ask? Could I explain? --what? Believe your plea? Trust your smile? Take your word? Sweet. Kind and selfless. Interested. Affectionate. Opposite of the past. --But what if I count on you too? Scars up

patience ---wasted by wastedemotion, literature

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patience ---wasted

Deep, heavy breathes. Perspiring then. Skin upon skin. And I'm yours. I let you take me, Here. Whispers. Gasps. A moment to remember. You never forget that first time. Smiles uncontrolled. I'm lost in the moment. Time. Stopped. Your eyes dig deep inside me. But I let them. Trust like this? So soon? Something about you so, Different. Without thought, bite my lip. Smile blooms upon yours. I'm lost in the moment. Time. Stopped. Flinch at the sign of life. Real life. Just a memory. It was only, A memory. Every bone breaks. Curl up once more. Warmth flows from your eyes. But freezes past your pillow. You forgot.

everything I love to hate --- by wastedemotion, literature

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everything I love to hate ---

Now I lay me down to sleep Engulfed in memories, origination: deep I stare into the black of night Trying to forget these memories, so trite I understand I can see why You're everything I love to hate. Pray the Lord my soul to keep Somehow everything in this world forces me to weep If only I believed in superious beings Someone that somehow played the Lord's role If only I believed I had somewhat of a soul I understand I can see why You're everything I love to hate. If I should die before I wake At least it would help to stop every ache. Pray the Lord my soul to take.

your pleasure as my pain --- by wastedemotion, literature

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your pleasure as my pain ---

You made me feel like such an angel, Such a heavenly gift. You made me feel like I was needed, Such a heavenly gift. But you don't believe in God, And I don't believe in angels. We agreed there wasn't a heaven, But if there was, We'd go to hell. You promised me you'd bite my neck, Willingly take my blood. If by some wicked miracle, Your dream of becoming a vampire came true. We'd live together for eternity. Just us: Me and you. You made me feel like such an angel, Such a heavenly gift. You made me feel like I was needed, Such a heavenly gift. But you don't believe in God, And I don't believe in angels. We agreed there wa

shooting star ---wasted by wastedemotion, literature

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shooting star ---wasted

Here's to a night and a day and eternity of regret and of confusion. Of wishing and wanting and loving, and, really, all for what? I must have missed the star I need to be with you.. I must have missed the chance I had. Because everything's been worse since you, and now there's so much more.. But you were never a problem as long as you weren't in control. But I let you control me, just like what's been done before. And I'm always left behind with my fantasy, so close to be fulfilled. I'm always left dreaming, but he abandons what he helps create. No one's there to wait for me, like I'm always waiting for him. Never t

failed actress --- by wastedemotion, literature

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failed actress ---

I lied and I smiled and I laughed my way out of heartbreak. I ignored and I smiled and I laughed away all the memories. I acted and I smiled and I laughed to ease all the pain. But I cried as I smiled as I laughed but still I fooled my way out of heartbreak. I believed as I lied. I fooled even myself or so I thought. But here I am eyes full of tears full of heartbreak. And here I am mind spinning overun with memories. Here I am acting skills down the drain.

fallacy --- by wastedemotion, literature

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fallacy ---

Wide awake sun is rising as I'm lying here I wonder was it real? Did you ever hold my hand with your arm around my waist pull me close kiss me soft watch for the smile on my face? Did you ever feel my skin touching yours in your bed breaking rules keeping time so we'd be sure to leave by two? Were you ever deep inside me full of passion sweating under sheets in the dark attempting to relieve my nonexistant self esteem? Did you ever watch me cry for unknown reasons in my head hold me tight and try so hard to make me smile once again? As I'm lying here I wonder was it real?

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With Eyes of December by louchord, literature

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With Eyes of December

It had been three years since I moved to the city. The first few months consisted of daily walks around, and visits to coffee shops and art galleries. There were people I would always pass by on my way to nowhere in particular, becoming friends with strangers. Conversing in the ten seconds it takes to cross each others paths. I called them my 'walk-by friends'. I had walk-by friends in each corner of this city, some had even gotten to the status where I knew their names. And every day I had my headphones with me. I went through 25 pairs of batteries. It just seemed like a good idea to give my life a soundtrack, fearing any quite moment indi

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wastedemotion

Jul 27, 2005

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go here it's the new me..?

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wastedemotion

Apr 13, 2005

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well..  i guess i'm back.   :aww: something different this time.  photography and whatnot..  going for a graphic design degree at my little community college.  

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Nov 4, 2003

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her eyes used to glow with colors of another time and without her consent, tell secrets if you looked deep enough too fragile to protect against predators beknownst to her as lovers too naive to believe protection was a necessity