And I'm trying to update with some of my old/new stuff... give it time.
Better than doing homework!


AbsentThis dead weightAbsent
pulls my heart low makes it throb with agony. I'm cold, I'm lonely too.
And as I wallow, my heart is sinking. Sinking. Like a ship with holes, water makes the engine room fail. So it is, the blood is drumming slow. I gotta jump ship. I miss you-- I'm drowning.


Bare Bones in a CasketMy bones ache. My skin is too small. It cannot contain the shivers, They crawl. A frustration of a life.Bare Bones in a Casket
People say I worry too much. Maybe I do. I care about such Inconsequential things And they break my heart Everytime they fail me.
High expectations
Are bruising my bones, Barricading my brain. I weep at their fall And at mine.
My friends -some laugh- worry to the grave. -some sigh- cant you get over it? Such sage advice From repressed entities.
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The EntreatySusurrus Whispers of delicate songs Echo sweetly Over and over And over As the cavernous walls -they have teeth- Bite down. Savoring the sweetThe Entreaty
Spun sugar pleas. Im down with the snakes Cooing to the up above Entreating. And my words fly up Only to fall faintly To my forlorn feet
I am dizzy with desperation Drowning in damned death. Particular, peculiar, Pained.
For how would I get back up? It is imminent, it is certain. Such strife is futile.
Air cannot reach me anymore- I


Swing JugendVerrater I see it in red on the posters of the Duke. It dont mean a thing to me. I whistle under my breath An act of defiance, gripping my umbrella, Down the streets of Hamburg. But Im not dancing. Im not a Jew, and Im not a plutocrat, But the Nazis must go. Hey Gestapo- You wont make a soldier out of me. You see, things may come, andSwing Jugend
Things may go- Theres just one thing You ought to know Im not gonna fight, You aint got that swing. Swing Heil! Take that HJ! Watch me fly, watc


WHO AM I TO GOD?WHO AM I TO GOD? By Jenna Collins, 10.24.2006WHO AM I TO GOD?
There’s a second side within everyone I’m in there waiting, purely experimental The me on the outside is real enough But I’m scared of the inside
What unknown things lie
Waiting to be found out by accidental means?
I know the secrets already within me Things inside are not for sale They will never be voiced Not to anyone but God
What is this other identity Coursing through my brain like blood in my veins?
When the
(translation: I know you, lovey <3)
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I just like the word "manscaping." Adding the word "man" to almost anything makes it funny in my world. Manorexic, check. Man-pretty, double-check. Man-tastic, less so, but still kinda funny, so. Little check. And so forth.
~K. Sandra Fuhr
(and before you get grammatically snarky on me, I fully intended for that "YOU" to be in all caps. and for neither of these parenthetical statements to be real sentences)
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I put the BLING in power tumbling.
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I'm on tonight, and my hips dont lie...
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I'm on tonight, and my hips dont lie...
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Lo, there do I see my father
Lo, there do I see my mother, my sisters, my brothers
Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning
They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever
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If you have ANY will at all, you WILL want to
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Thanks for the fav : Sleeping in Your Scent:
!!
I revised it A LOT tonight, so check back at it when I put up the updated version.
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If you have ANY will at all, you WILL want to
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If you have ANY will at all, you WILL want to
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