

Normal Lifenormal life, it is clearly defined by society asNormal Life
mother father two.five kids a dog perhaps a cat
reality?
mother father two.five kids dog, three cats and an guinea pig two behavioral disorders, three bouts of depression and
a pharmacy in the closet
Normal is clearly defined in the non-existent reality we exist in
fairy tale normal, saving the day and she asks me
will my life ever be normal again?
and I want to tell her no, I want to look into her eyes tired and q


Friends and StrangersI sat in my car followed by a line of cars in front of an old friends house I could hear the laughter vibrate my windshield wipers that finally worked this time the cackles were laced with liquor, beer,Friends and Strangers
intoxicating for all new reasons, through all new means so I opened the door as the wind pushed me back in saying get out of here, you dont belong here you are not one of them but I am so I paced myself, half cocky half insecure up the sloping lawn that we tie dyed on two summers ago three summers ago and I see her waves and waves of curls tied back on t


Everywhere1. these blisters on my tongue will explode with the pus of my honesty across the sky, like shooting stars willing to die so that the girl down the hall screaming for the help I can not offer will wake without fresh scars because life seems unable toEverywhere
2. work itself out like the reality of attraction to the same sex when the world of puberty is knocking at the door with tampons in hand telling you the best kind of make-up to wear to hide the fact that penises scare the shit out of you because of what those babysitters your mom trusted did and you still wont open your eyes to realize my fingers between your thighs is not a


Too good to wake up aloneDear too good to wake up alone,Too good to wake up alone
Ive come before you to ask you this serious question with a tad bit of sarcasm and just a taste of regret.
I was curious as to the warabouts of the back bone you broke trying to get her off
Ive done the wrong thing at the right time and you ask yourself if the consequence will fit the crime but are left with no response.
I wanted to know if you knew what it meant to have a taste distinguishable though mixed with a cocktail
I wanted to know if the florescent light above the mirror next to the door scares your scars into hiding


You.You are the small droplets of splattered paint that were never meant to be but somehow hold everlasting beauty You are the crooked zipper that took a few extra tugs but always came through in the end, interlocking two sides perfectly. You are the euphoric thought that rushes through my head at the best of times and the worst of times, that knot in the back of my throat choking my words, the crack in the ground that catches my eye I've suddenly collided with because I've fallen without the least possible thought.You.
You are flawless. You are everything I want to be, everything I want to have in my grasps. You
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
Why thank you for the favorite, m'dear
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
Super angsty hero of supreme megness!
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"Don't dream it; be it." - RHPS
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her eyes tell a story her lips wont allow
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*** nature is everything ***
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winter :
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[SUPERMAN] <-is-> xDEADx
Sunshine In a Bag
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