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My Jokes Are ViolenceWe fell apart together,
We fell apart for the better,
He got away,
And she saves the day,
Her dreams were fake,
A chance I'd take,
Brought me back with you...

I'm no good at this,
You know it's true,
I'll hold my fist,
Until you turn blue,
Choked for the words,
I can't ever say,
They were really heard,
But she saves the day.

CreosoteThe smell of creosote. It does it every time: takes me back to that defining moment in my life. The time I made the decision, came to the realisation, whatever it was.
We all hung out there that summer; in the shed in the park. Somehow Billy had got a key and we all sat there, on the partially collapsed sofa that smelt rather unpleasantly of mould and the other various rickety wooden chairs. The shed was used to store stuff that was used in the park – like creosote – the shed stank of it but we kept the door shut to keep out of sight, which made the smell worse.

Half a dozen or so of us usually met there. My sister was a couple o

Friends with BereavementsYou were the spice of my life
You were the words I'd never say.

I cut you off for my selfishness,
I cut you off for my sanity.

I have no desire to ever be your friend.

Docudramas Of The 21st CenturyDocudramas Of The 21st Century

Everyone's wrecking out their insides,
With the scene and it's homicides,
Drunken misfits tell us what we want to know,
Those would be they're last words, "Come on let's go",
Come on let go,

Everyone points to everyone,
So someone's gotta do it,
Someone's gotta be it,
Everyone blames everyone.
So someone's gotta do it,
Someone's gotta have it,
It's your life,
Someone's gotta take it,

In the midst of everything that we knew,
No one comes forth and says it was you,
We'll repeat the same thing over each day,
Something that means something different in each way,
Come on let go,

Everyone points to

The Psycho ChroniclesThe Psycho Chronicles

If I could sum myself up in two lines, I would,
But if I tried to do it in one, It wouldn't be good,
I could swear on a Bible that I wouldn't lie,
But in the end I can tell you where we go when we die,
I've been to hell once or twice,
Three times in this life,
I've gotten everything handed to me and then taken away,
I've had words on my hand that I know I'd never say,
My worst problems are I get anxious and I get bored,
I'd take some, but I'd only want some more,
Those who know me don't know what I'm saying half the time,
But they're content with the thought that I'm just fine,
You thought right for once,

I

Lucky Number 7Lucky Number 7

I couldn't get into your mind,
I just followed my senses,
And left it alone,
I had to leave you behind,
It's the thing everyone misses,
Those nights on the phone,

You called it quits before I could even say you can't
You came as fast as you went,
And now it's been over a month since we last talked about this,
You're everything that I could ever care to miss,
Yesterday may be in the past,
But does that mean it will last?
I've gone crazy in the past few days,
But not in the same way,
I've found all I could know,
In a cell all alone,
Can I rely on you at all?
Can I not feel so small,
When you stand over me,
Whe

processtothoughtsonNYCI saw myself crouching at the liquor cabinet,
grubby hands got a strong grip on the bottle neck
I'm boiling again.

polite banter
the pittering of purposeless feet

people strike me as a novelty, you know the people in NYC, the city itself a clot of dirt, i could rub it between my index finger and thumb and it would just muddy up the hudson. A bunch of fucking liars, a metropolis of liars. From the foreigners selling at the tourist's traps to the bastard in starbucks reading 9 Stories, the guys on cell phones, the "chic" interns to an editor of prestige. the girls and the gay guys who work in retail, all fucking liars. No effing authen

LimerenceLimerence

I knew that we would clash with cliques,
But I'm still thinking of what I miss,
I meant every word when I said I liked him,
But do I have to like him all over again?
We glance at each other across the room,
If I say anything, it won't be soon,
Maybe reunions are the best place to say this,
I knew that we would clash with cliques,

It would be wrong to say I love him,
But jumping to conclusions is just who I am,
I told him I loved him until the end,
But he thinks it's all just pretend,
Now, I'll show him just what I mean,
I'll show him just what I mean,

It's alright, it's okay,
I've waited forever for this day,
You th

Work in MotionI just realized we are perfect for each other.
Isn't that terrifying?

Drunken debaucheries proceed emanate prophecies.

The internet lives forever,
And so will the flames of our tryst.

Punctuated in profanity,
Floating forever.
As in longer than we both shall live.

I'm sorry, but
your friends are so much more interesting than you.
Just like your friends told me...
When I first met you.

Every now and then you make me feel so nice.
Even when,
Especially when,
You seems withered and worthless to everyone else.

You're so wrong at all the best moments.

streami can't cook for shit and everything
always overflows and hurts and burns
and occasionally i want to die but i never do
because then i would become crazier than
i already am, and that's pretty bad because even
the girl who let boys hit her think i'm out
of my mind but for some reason no
matter how many friends i make only boys
talk to me and i lose everyone eventually just
like i lose almost everything i touch and everything
i hold and everything i have you have seen and
everything i have is yours and it always will be yours
because there is no way no possibility of me being
strong enough to say no or to ever stand up for
mysel

Summer NightsThirteen going on sixteen,
No one else is in between,
Cheap poetry and fourty-two hours,
Cheap smiles and pixelated flowers,
Goddamn I was too young to know,
Still am, but I know where this will go,
Sixteen going on twenty-two,
No one else between me and you,
Can't stop now, and never will,
Cornflower blue is how you feel,
But tomorrow you rest, and so will I,
For summer we wait, until we die...

Back To Me

Back To Me

I am so tired of being let down,
so tired of being so tired,
With my hopes I hope you drown,
When the last shots are fired,
Drink up, darling,

I am so not going down,
down without someone else,
I see the moon turn brown,
And I see you in myself,
Hook up, darling,
It's going to be a long night...

And with those tears I hope you fall,
Back to me
And on your knees you will crawl,
Back to me,
I'll stay awake waiting for you to come,
Back to me,
And I hope that you will always Hum:
"Back To Me".

I am so sick of trying so hard,
so hard to get back at you,
I hope you know I fell apart,
And wished it wasn't true...

Growing Up Too Fast.Honesty is the enemy of innocence.

The Secret Wish of Money"Money comes easily and frequently."
"Money comes easily and frequently."
"Money comes easily and frequently."
"Money comes easily and frequently",
Now I just need a larger quantity,
to come to me.

AlexAlex was 5ft 11 inches tall and still hoping for that extra inch – in height as well as cock length, with all of the optimism of his seventeen years. He was skinny, and had to be very careful not to lose his black skinny jeans completely. The fashion was currently to wear them half way down one's hips – but as he had no arse to speak of he had to keep his belt one one notch tighter than he would have liked. He tended to wear skinny short sleeved T shirts – plain black or white mostly. He avoided band logos as musical trends changed so fast he did not want to inadvertently be seen to favour a band that was deemed uncool.

He was

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raindrops on kittens...

by `lilbittydemon, Jan 5, 2007, 3:43:08 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

raindrops on kittens and whiskers on roses
tattoos and piercings, like earings in noses
raven haired beauties all tied up in strings
these are a few of my favorite things

decadent colors and nights filled with laughter
childhood belief in the "forever after"
dreams where I soar through your sky on white wings
these are a few of my favorite things

boys with strong hands and the good sense to use 'em
biting my friends just to watch how I bruise them
a slap to my skin and the sweet glow it brings
these are a few of my favorite things

raindrops on kittens...by `lilbittydemon

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

love 1 1

joy 2 2

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

!TheGoldenF00l Jan 10, 2011

i must admit that is pretty bloody amusing! well done

`lilbittydemon Jan 13, 2011

*giggle*
thanks

!TheGoldenF00l Jan 14, 2011

thats ok, you made me chuckle, your a very talented lady

~magamo Sep 22, 2008

This poem has it all. It's delightfully hilarious, subtly erotic and soooooo cleverly crafted.

Plus, you can hum along while imagining a naked Julie Andrews being spanked!