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Who Needs a Nameless Prince?When the slipper doesn't fit,
I won't turn my foot into a bloody toe-less mess
I'm not the perfect Cinderella type
I can't dance to save my life,
and I never got into the boyfriend hype
I was born in t-shirt and jeans
and I'm not always the girl
who says what she means
But I have a family free of wicked -steps
and I don't live life like a dream,
cause I can see the little things are more than they seem
I find joy in every day miracles,
snowflake ice cream melting on my tongue
and the cold November air
bursting in my lungs
And I can unwind watching a football game,
screaming til my voice is
so hoarse it gallops off into the sunset,
Without a White Knight holding it back
The Things We Do 2 K+D"This is too confusing! How can a Jack of Diamonds beat my Ace of Hearts when hearts is trumps?" MJ growled in frustration as Kami raked the cards toward herself and added another two points on their counter cards.
The dark-haired girl smirked, "Maybe you should stick to easy games that require no thought, like checkers."
"Shut up Kami, you just learned how to play yesterday!" The carrot top pouted, sticking her tongue out at the girl.
"Yes, but we've beaten you four games in a row."
"Because Rin and I are on a team!" She huffed, glaring over at Dawn for trying to teach them such a complex game. Having to mark points was such a rarity that they didn't even have to worry about remembering to do it, the pair had only gotten lucky enough to score when they had the highest cards.
Rin shook her head not getting much more out of their tutorial, "I still don't understand how we got euchred either. I had at least three trump cards when I call a suit."
"It usually helps when you have higher tha
4-19-11My dreams are stowed away in a blender
And every finger I know hovers
Over puree, ready to turn my desires
Into jam for their toast to conformity
My mind is scattered as the
Insect funerals dotted on a road trip
Crazy what you can see on a minivan windshield
Looking down a highway, looking down death row
Today I kissed the days of rain rocking
Me to sleep good bye, because the storm
Of static between my ears is louder
Than thunder could ever dream
But on the days I don't feel adequate
I'll flip quarters across my knuckles
Knowing my kitchen sink
Is just as good as any wishing well
Whatever It TakesLightning streaked across the sky in giant forks, their prongs seeking to fill the dark night. Lulu observed the phenomenon with a ghostly smile from her position at the rear of the group, she had always liked the lightning. It was powerful, natural, even the destruction it caused was magnificent. The Thunder Plains definitely held a beauty unmatched by any of the other places the young Summoner's travels had taken them, or at least they did in the mage's mind.
Auron led the group at a constant pace, unconcerned by the threat of lighting striking the ground not a yard from him. Tidus stuck close to Yuna's side, trying to hold his sword comfortably at his side for fear of presenting a makeshift lightning rod as the older swordsman did. Khimari and Wakka lagged behind their young charge by mere feet, on guard for any fiend that might attempt a sneak attack. It was the Summoner's Al Bhed cousin that had come to a complete halt, causing Lulu to stop short, a frown creasing her brow.
The Things We Do K+DNothing was better after a shower than a hot breakfast and a cup of coffee. And there was no better place to go than across the hallway to MJ and Dawn's dorm. Kami entered without knocking and cocked an eye brow, surprised to find Dawn already eating.
"You're late," The brunette said dryly, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
She glanced toward the clock, damn, 9:15. "Well, I had to wash that bottle of glitter out of my hair." She grumbled, scraping her usual chair back and settling down at the small table. "Did MJ come home?"
"Even she's smarter than that Kami, probably found a cheap hotel or something for the night, waiting for you to cool off."
"Not likely to happen, especially since I didn't get much sleep." She paused to chew a thick piece of toast, "Rin was up all night crying again, and even when she did fall asleep I could hear her yelling at him in her sleep."
"We should really hire a detective or something to tail him one day," the brunette said, taking a long drink of hot cho
Complexly SimpleDon't give an evasive answer
To the way hatred consumes
A nation like cancer
This is America, land of the free
And home of the brave
But welcoming only if those free braves are straight
Otherwise you're met with cold exclusion
Like Mexicans forced to climb a fence to escape the fate
Of drug wars and gang violence
The lives of their children that are too soon silenced
America, land of the free
And home of the brave
A country built on the labor of slaves
People robbed from their homes in
The dead of night just to be ran into early graves
This is a land where
Corruption runs rampant among the highly respected
The different are shunned like leppars
Can you imagine anything affecting
A child's self-esteem like
Being tripped down the stairs
And watching everyone else pass
Him by because they don't care?
The secret to a near perfect world is simple cooperation
Christians and Muslims, gays and straights, all ethnicities
Simply need their differences tolerated.
The Rock and The RiverI have a rock and a river in each pocket
Both weigh me down in different ways
The rock is rough and stabs my thigh from time to time
But the river is there to wash the blood away
The rock is unchanging and belligerrent
While the river bends to my will
My rock is experienced
And the river naive
The rock can be double-sided,
Smooth for a moment and dangerous at others
This stone has hurt me more than anyone
But we always return to each other,
Needing one another more than ever
The river is calm and peaceful, never showing choppy waters
But the rock is hard and cuts my fingers as I caress it
The river is accepting though it is out of reach
And the rock suspicious while it is near
My river would do anything to make me happy
But the rock has made me break down
My river is brilliantly eay to deal with
I can hurl my woes into the water,
Sure it will accept anything without question
It will always flow straight and true,
Forever here to wet the crevice of my pocket
I feel some guilt for pollut
Musings on MeetingsDo you realize we've met in person four times?
The first was over Spring Break
That was when you were with her
I could tell it was no paradise but it was entertaining comparison
I ended up sleeping in the bed above you two
And thought you were going to have a heart attack
The next morning when you found me on the floor
The second time was so random
You two had broken up again and we had
Been IMing/texting/talking for hours before that
You took me to a Memorial Day party
And we went swimming in a muddy pond with your step-sister
A sand war ensued and I didn't mind meeting your family
(I don't remember their names anymore)
Even though they compared me to her
We kept talking for a while
Until replies ceased from your end
I'd like to say I moved on over those 3 months
But you know I didn't
The third time was almost my favorite
It was a surprise stop in the Grocery Wagon
A stop to apologize and air everything out
You caught me up on life
But back with her wasn't a surpr
Hold Me Close KXD"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" The sarcasm enthusiast arched her eyebrow, glancing at the brunette in question. At first she thought it was all in her head, but her friend really was stealing abnormally long looks at her during the movie. Rather curious behavior since horror movies were their favorites to watch while Rin and MJ were missing in action.
A hot pink color spanned the canvas of Dawn's cheeks instantly and her gaze swept down to the floor. "The movie's kinda...freakin' me out," she muttered lamely, pulling her knees to her chest.
"What? We usually laugh at the main character and end up rooting for the villian half the time." It was Kami's turn to stare now as she watched the other girl cringe and duck behind her legs as a particularly quiet and creepy scene ensued. She couldn't help but wonder if MJ had dyed her hair and stolen a few articles of clothing just to mess with her head.
"I don't like clowns." The mumbled phrase only made the dark haired girl all the mo
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
JigsawI am a puzzle
Each piece is a part of my life
Its one that takes decades to finish
It doesnt happen over night.
Each piece of the puzzle contributes to who i am
But its more than an image, you see
Alone its just a simple aspect
But put it all together, and you have me
Some are small, but so dear to my heart
Others are jagged and feel like they dont fit
Some might be tough to place, but never quit
Heres to all the pieces, no matter where they are
The good times,
The bad times,
The stories for every scar.
They might seem disastrous when they fall into our lives,
But its what make me, me
One piece at a time
The pieces for passion
The ones for never giving up
The ones for falling in love with music
The ones for finding happiness in pain
For the times laughing until you cry,
Playing guitar until your fingers bleed,
For loving what you do and what it does for you,
For never questioning your beliefs
For the times you learnt the hard way,
The hardships youve came by,
The times you thought you
Denial (shadows the blackest parts of me)I am fearful to find the meaning
Of why I’ve become what I’ve become
Of what it means to be me
Still I peel off my skin
My eyes fill up with guilt
Of what I know I fear
I know what change is coming
As I tear away the layers
I surrender to the pain again
Whilst deconstructing my constructive self
My former repressed suppression
And as the memories come rushing in
I'm vulnerable and bare again
I see now why I hurt myself
Time and time again
I curse at a past I could not control
My ego laughs at me from afar
I am aware of my one true story
Wounded closure in my soul
I reach out towards the lucid lights
The ones I see outside
I now know myself enough to know
I am no longer a prisoner inside
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
Vaya!Oh, dulzura, ¿realmente he estado equivocado?
Con aquella ruptura con mi lado más humano,
¿he errado? Mi alma estaba segura, mas,
¿a dónde me llevará mi interior desolado?
Quizás llamase y me fuese con poca fortuna,
poca es poco: mínima, a mala suerte condenado.
Quizás haya sido cruel, puede que de hambruna,
puede que obligase y puede que ahora sufra.
Pues, ¿qué soy ahora más que un cascarón?
Siento, mas solo siento a mi razón,
mi corazón está loco y yo, cuerdo. Aterrador.
Atiéndeme, demonios, ¿a qué me veo avocado yo?
¿Realmente he probado el estar a solas?
¿O he estado en ilusión? Alienado en mi rosas
sin saber qué sucede por mi ambición: loca.
Espero saber ahora dónde estoy en mi prisión.
UntitledI feel my lungs collapsing
I can't stop my head from spinning.
It hurts to breathe. I'm gasping.
I can't keep it down I find myself thinning.
I can't feel my hand.
It's numbing as I no longer feel my blood circulating.
I'm so dizzy, I can't stand.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself as I sit there waiting.
A room so cold on a bench too high.
My legs dangle from the stool with my hands on my thigh.
A tall man enters with too white of a coat.
Asks me questions and writes them as notes.
It's a mess.
I have no strength to get out of bed.
I have to focus to be able to breathe.
I feel pressure pounding on my head.
I'm scared. I don't understand what's happening to me.
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages of
drunken novellas and tragic plays,
a small ferret creeps and a young girl strays.
Enticed by a fantasy mirror and
lightly cut by a subtle blade,
the fabrics between worlds gently part
and literature is new and made.
A delicate array of alternate ideas
welded together within the parchment of a book.
Be careful how far you peer between
the never-ending lines of flowing ink.
Beware of your ever changing daemons and
ensure you don’t fall for their trick.
For they would have you think that
there is nothing more behind these shelves.
The truths they do hastily conceal as
there is more than you could ever believe.
Keep your friends closer, your enemies closer still.
You’ll never know where you may meet as
you hide behind your wandering quill.
On Wax WingsSpeak not softly
of your troubled fate
Huddled late, cross at the
Loss of doubled rates
Prostitute your sorrows
til the morrow can't come
Mind: scant and numb,
You borrowed some horrors
For you to Tell, See, Believe
Starve her beastly cheap when she's deceived,
Upheaved and ruptured,
As you yet corrupt her,
Leave her upstirred in life's broken structures
Who ever said you can see beyond the sun?
Beyond the moon, the sword, and beyond the gun?
Who ever claimed you could walk the seven seas
Through heaven's fire and through its dreaded breeze?
And thread with ease a Gordian knot at whim, known,
While playing your accordion hot with prim tones,
and prone to the thoughts of the world before you
Kneel, adore you to the core you deplore through?
Prostitute your every degradation
Blame it all off with prevarication
Declare with patience that you just can't face it
Deny your dishonesty, then embrace it
You harmed me,
Lied, defied, denied
And tried to get by
on wax wings to fly too high
If OnlyIf I were a straight guy,
I'd go for the girl no one else seems to see
and everyday I'd tell her how beautiful she is to me with
Her curvy body and mouth that holds
more than a song, but a soul
And her eyes carry such a light they
could never be called coal
I'd want the girl with a tongue so gentle
she chokes on the word hate
If I were a straight guy,
I'd beg the breath you steal from
my lungs is put to good use
Don't waste my oxygen on something like killing
the light of a candle,
Use it to blowing away cobwebs and dust
that have gathered in your mind like
rust on nails
If I were a straight guy,
I'd pray you never let me get that sharp
Rap me on the tongue when I throw words like knives,
cause sometimes I don't realize how phrases impact lives
Truth is, I can only sit back and sigh,
Cause one thing I'll never be is a straight guy
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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