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The Perfect Woman by trainwrekpoet, literature

Thought Process not actuality by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Thought Process not actuality

She'll never be good for anyone. So she writes what is simple, and what is pure. She is one that has become damaged goods. All that she loves and all that she has ever loved Has been tried and tested and passed. She failed them. In the end she was too broken and too faithful To keep anyone while she put herself back together. It never did anyone any good: her love. She never did anyone any good. Her words, strength, and her love failed her. Always finding a way to fuck a good thing up. Especially when she wanted and cared enough. It was better to leave those she held dear Alone. Not wanting to, and praying to change. She di

Cable Lines by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Cable Lines

She lives in a world Where TV emulates life, And he can't stand to Change channels. She'd rather not have that Blue light glow through Her eyes, and he sees reruns All to familiar. She's running through the cable line She's burning down her bridges She fighting all the bad guys And she might be winning. She's giving what she has All the better parts of life Wanting to go through the door Not ready to get in to the fight. Her sound system blares In audible silence As the tears of sorrow Start to flow. The TV's on mute But it's up all the way While she stands on the building And stares down below. It's all of that merc

Red Tongued Clay by trainwrekpoet, literature

Round Hear by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Round Hear

Step off the haze train in to a super-galactic portal And I think I've found a way home. And little girls with cute curls are in the back smokin' a pack. Just tryin' to feel grown. I draw deep lines across my skin in the form of words. And Billy's glares and soft stares are getting to me. He sings a chorus that ain't got no verse and no words. So he ain't got no time just like it used to be. We stand behind each other one by one Waitin' for our turn and life to be done. Thinkin' about when I was out runnin away from trash on the pavement Learning what life was. And Billy says he sees old ghosts, and life seems to affec

Seraphim Plastic by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Seraphim Plastic

It was horrific in it's beauty. Or it was beautiful in it's horror. I don't know. I don't see the difference. The awe was terrifying, and in it's marvelousness ultimately devastating. A creature like no other creature before it, and it was for all time. The canyon showed deep and dark and soothing in the full light of the moon. On the bottom, the very bottom where only creatures that are wanton of death in dreams and creatures that fufill wanton dreams. She shown magnificent and dull. Angelic and after all demonic. The strings of notes that floated and choked from that throat that unfathomable pit came to my ears. And in t

deep sea diving by trainwrekpoet, literature

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deep sea diving

I feel the pressure of a thousand pounds of water, crushing my lungs, and canceling my heart. Everytime I step over the threshold, I breathe what little air there is, catch pockets like bubbles with my teeth, hold my nose, and swallow. I wait for the blessed peace to resonate, and it doesn't. It never has, and I realize, it never will. The precious life suffocated out of a dying breed of human resemblance. She paces on the shelf, and lacks what is required to complete her. Swims through the reef, and the beauty is lost on her. The meaning of all that is not asked, and all that is not said is sadly absent.

title-less-ness by trainwrekpoet, literature

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title-less-ness

I curl my fingers around the lighter in my pocket to fight off exhaustion and cold. I fit my body to the simple form of yours as you sleep. To remind myself that you are not a dream. I give what little I have left at the end of the day to you, and it is all of me. To remind myself of the granduer. Such opulence for two so poor. Extravagance in meaning. My intentions are pure. To find a friend and a lover. To one day fall in reciprocated love. To find the one who will find and call my existance, nature, and frame... beautiful.

Ponder by trainwrekpoet, literature

Not one yet. by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Not one yet.

I feel abhorrable for the irreparable harm I have inflicted on that which has been through all, and time has known no absence. Yes, a terrible friend, and a vast amount of lacksidasical suffering. I have been through a tribulation of sorts in my unplanned reversal of positions. From trying to failing and final submission. I've given all I have to the process of elimination. Deductive reasoning has rendered a guilty verdict. I am guilty, and the argument is this: should one be held accountable for faulty verdicts when the guilty where never innocent and the innocent have been found guilty.

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Dirty-love by trainwrekpoet, literature

Picture by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Picture

Baby, you're so picture perfect, and I wanna wrap up your smile in a postcard. I take one look at your photos and I melt. But, baby you aren't 2 dimensional, and I'm scared, yah, honey I'm scared of you. More importantly I'm afraid of what I could do to you. I want to put my hands on the blow-up doll version of you. Because, sugar, that's you in three dimensions. Full of air, and laughter, and wind, and rain, and beauty. You're so picture perfect.

Round Here by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Round Here

Round Here Step off the haze train in to a super-galactic portal And I think I've found a way home. And little girls with cute curls are in the back smokin' a pack. Just tryin' to feel grown. I draw deep lines across my skin in the form of words. And Billy's glares and soft stares are getting to me. He sings a chorus that ain't got no verse and no words. So he ain't got no time just like it used to be. We stand behind each other one by one Waitin' for our turn and life to be done. Thinkin' about when I was out runnin away from trash on the pavement Learning what life was. And Billy says he sees old ghosts, and life se

Foundation Steady by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Foundation Steady

I hold rocks between my teeth. So I can grind them to diamonds while we're talking. I've found it's much more simple to keep my acheing jaw busy than to bite my tongue. I bend my vertical so you have room, but my back hurts from holding this foundation steady. We admit so little in so much time. These diamonds become smaller. I should have bought the world when I had the chance. My head cracks while we talk of higher things and riches my mouth can't afford. My legs are so sore. My tongue scrapes at the back of my lips. But I sit steady in front of you. Am I your Atlas? What I say holds so much weight, and that's why I s

Womyn Needs More by trainwrekpoet, literature

Aint that the way it iiiiis by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Aint that the way it iiiiis

TITLE: Am I bending? Am I bending? That's what I feel like I'm doing. Actually I feel like I'm running. Y'know? So, I like this person, and that person, and that person I love. And this person is just another person whom I know, and like. So, what's the big deal right? Well, that person, the one sitting over there makes me nervous in the bad way. Makes me fear what I could be losing. And, this person makes me nervous in the good way. Palms sweating and angsty like a lightning storm, and I hate lightning storms they make my skin feel electric. So this person is close to me, and that person shares my identity. Both are my yang. Or my y

My boobs by trainwrekpoet, literature

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My boobs

I like my boobs. They're fun boobs. They're happy fun-loving boobs; that like people. They're excited boobs. They love a good adventure. I don't want implants because then I'll have angry boobs. They'll glare at you. My boobs don't want to glare. They want to smile. They want to hold conversations with kings. They want to flirt hopelessly. My boobs love to flirt. In fact they are flirting with you right now, and they know you like it because you're smiling. My boobs want to roam the plain. Hunt Cariboo, and live in an igloo. Like an eskimo. Without all the tight wrappings. My boobs want to go down south for the winter, and live in a

You Annoy by trainwrekpoet, literature

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You Annoy

You annoy me. Beyond anyone I've ever met. But, I can't help but find you hopelessy endearing. For all your lack of charm, I'm charmed by you. You read the colors of my eyes, and you tell me what you find. I'm annoyed by you. Beyond everything you've ever said to me. But, I can't help but laugh when you are on top of my nerves. For all your lack of understanding about the way I feel for you. You see me as someone you are close to, and you say that you'll never think of me other than familiar. Your annoyance is astounding to me. Beyond what I've said in the past. But, I can't help but want to hug you all the time. For all your

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undefined by raesh, literature

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undefined

she moves with the tragic grace of thirteen years of definition. now i recognize the motions now i see the steps like i've not seen in half a decade, since before the origin of my own definition. she jerks and flows in the old patterns, those that awoke me, made me (see and feel and learn) know i was me, unknown before, now shown clear by lack of definition. undefined, i drew my lines and never thought... every time this creature "i" defied, she fell behind and paid the cost, burn by burn, for my ungrateful definition. -- we fell away, she fell apart, i simply failed -- she moves with the gathered strength of thirteen yea

particular by raesh, literature

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particular

the way i miss you is unreal. the though occurs to me that you won't feel the same, but it's bizarre that i don't care. happy thinking's gotten easy i forget that the particulars in particular that confuse the issue of us get in my way and the particulars that i prefer, in particular, to remember float to the forefront. the ache i feel and don't feel in your absence is unreal. only a candlemark's turn away and all i think isn't particularly clear on where we are in relative geographic positions particularly when all i think is in terms of fucking distance, FUCK ... just come back -- that i could want you here to such e

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Color me by trainwrekpoet, literature

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Color me

Color me crazy. A purple-passion-fruit color of crazy. One with lines and deep imprints of sanity. With finger-trails of starlight flowing out behind me, like moon dust. I can still smell your skin. I know what that feels like. Color me fine. A blue-indigo, kind of okay. With fine veins of hurt like precious gold in marble. Worked through by knowing hands. I can still feel your teeth. I remember what they felt like. I've memorized the sensation. Color me, in the spaces he left un-colored. Find me, in the places he left me damaged. Break the marble that he built around me and my wreckage. Color me, with your fingers, a

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Favourite cartoon character: The cow off of fruits basket! He's so sexy. I know I know, not actually a cartoon.
Personal Quote: Oh, you're here, I was wondering where that pain in my ass was coming from.

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Call my cliche': Thomas Kinkade

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Young Guns Original sin Devil's Advocate

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Ani Difranco.

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Tish Benson and Stephen King

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Egyptian Rat Screw and Dominos

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Mar 4, 2004

(We Owe Each Other the World)

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"I do it for the joy it brings because I'm a joyful girl, and the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world...I do it just because I want to. Because I want to." That's about all the explination I have for everything in my life. I don't know, I feel like I'm being ignored and the like and all my dotes and flurried favors have gone unanswered and unpraised. HEY, I think I'll write a poem that has those words in it, but that will proablby be at a later date, and so with that said...the poem will explain it once it is written.

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Feb 4, 2004

(It felt like Ice on my boobs)

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Yah, my buddy is all shick and shtuff. Poor guy is all baby-fied. I had to freakin' undress him because he couldn't even catch his breath to bend over and untie his shoes. He freakin' turned purple when he tried. Then I had to get all !TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! on his ass. I hadn't him tylenol to get his fever down and he told me that it would hurt his stomach, so I was like "Nooo, it will make your fever go down so that your stomach will feel better." Then I handed him two pepto bismols and said, "If your stomach starts hurting you damn well better take this" he gave me his "I concede defeat" nod, and then I handed him two sudafeds and said, "I

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Jan 25, 2004

(She once was a virgin)

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It's true. I was! Nah, don't believe all that you read on the internet. Just thought I'd give the dev-junkies a little more to read. Just stopped by to visit and check some old friends sectors out, and make a few comments here and there. I know you don't care, and you aren't reading this, and if you are...kill yourself. Because if I was your kid....I would have aborted myself.

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Oct 19, 2003

Oh you suck, you and your penis! Just thought I'd let chya know.

Sep 16, 2003

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oh but yus. i soooo got it. ^__^

Aug 29, 2003

also, i misses ewe! tricksey hobbittses always finding ways to keep us apart! ((-.-));<33

Aug 29, 2003

*gently prods you around deviantart* stop wiff teh +favs...geez. ^^; <3

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Aug 21, 2003

Luv the Angelina Jolie icon. Very nice.