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You make me wish For starlit nights And kisses under trees I see you And remember The way things could have been The way things went once Nineteen Still feeling like I'm nine sometimes Lost and wandering When I should be steering straight I've lost my way Veered off the beaten path You just lead me farther Into the dark woods But I follow willingly In hopes of starlit kisses And nights under trees

If I woke up screaming in the night Would you turn on the light Or just roll over and pretend you don't hear You won't see me You don't know me So I'm left in the dark Screaming to myself I'm a cynic and a screamer, you're a cutter and a dreamer. All we want is a way out of here To go away and win the day I keep screaming While you keep dreaming And in the end We're still just here Screaming and dreaming I cry a thousand tears for you But do you ever notice? I'm running away from my life I'm trying to hide from the image in the mirror I'm scared and I\'m crying We're both hiding instead of trying We're more in love with

If I could draw… If I could draw I would draw a girl crouched and alone in a dark room surrounded by sharp spears that she can't get past They are her own inner fears and insecurities. If I could draw I would draw a girl silently watching the boy of her dreams between them lies a vast field that she can't cross This is her self loathing. If I could draw I would draw a girl struggling to open a book that holds all the answers a book closed with an unbreakable clasp This is her struggle against herself. If I could draw I would draw a girl I would draw me I would draw all the answers the ones I will never find I would dr

"Don't let the screen door slam," I shouted as she entered the house. The door banged shut loudly and I looked up in surprise. She stood in the doorway, dripping wet, her red hair hung in tangled strands. I stood up from the table and crossed the room to her, "Jesus, Sasha, what the hell happened?" In response, she curled her arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. The kisses seemed needy and desperate, and I gave in and wrapped my arms around her. We moved back towards the bedroom, never letting go of one another. Clothes came off quickly and we fell into bed, still wrapped around each other. I could feel drips of water slide down her body

We stood huddled around the base of the mountain, shivering. Gus had hooked himself into the belay and waited patiently for one of us to volunteer. I foolishly stepped up hoping the climb would warm me. "Alright, what the hell; let me at it," I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I didn't think I would get higher than ten or fifteen feet before he would belay me down. I tied into the rope and checked Gus' harness and he checked mine. "On belay?" I asked him. "Belay on," he replied. "Climbing." "Climb on." And with that I found my first foot hold and hand hold and began to pull myself up the side of Buzzard's Breath. I had tried one climb earlie

Life sized barbie dolls Are casually wandering past, My too young disillusioned eyes. I have discovered, in my place of higher learning, That brains will not get me nearly as far, as a flat tummy or sexy legs. I posture and make excuses; Laughing at my own self deprecation I refuse to admit that a size 2 Is more important than a 140 IQ. I used to sleep so I could dream, dreams that lead to goals, Now lie in shattered shards And I am left wishing, I could be a barbie doll too.

I\'ve suddenly discovered that we\'re wandering The same old roads we always have before The words keep spinning circles round my head And we\'re keeping tabs on one another more out of habit Than any actual desire to give a damn I\'m not in love with you God knows you\'re not in love with me But I think I\'d almost kill to have you in my bed again So we could touch away the pain And moan away the anguish I don\'t see myself in the mirror anymore But I keep looking harder every day I\'m wishing I could get back to were we started from So I could start over once again I wanna be loved and I wanna be wanted I wanna be delivered a

Tess sat quietly in a chair, eveloped by the darkness, her slim legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. She sat without moving, wearing only an over sized white t-shirt and a pair of sky blue cotten panties. Moonlight trickled through the window and cast a blue gray glow over the room. Jacoby was passed out in the bed, drunk, and inert as usual. The navy blue sheets lay draped haphazardly over his naked body. Tess regarded him carefully from her seat, she scrutinized every inch of his body. He was well built and handsome, roughly six foot with the softest wavy brown hair she had ever felt, and green eyes that bore right dow

November is a month of lies, False words and bullshit stories, Of why we should all be thankful. Thankful for the turkey, Too bad it's still pink in the middle. Thankful for the mashed potatoes, Those were dad's favorite, Too bad the peels clogged up the sink. Where's the damn plunger when you need it? The snow that falls outside the windows, Mirrors the frozen, silent tears that slide down Each cheek as the drugs begin to wear off. Thankful for the pills that get me through the day, More thankful for the ones that get me through the night. Thankful for sleep that is dreamless, I have only my thoughts to contend with during Th

"don't look at me." her words froze on the frosty air and were swept away in the stiff breeze. lies and dead leaves float together down barren streets of cities and of hearts. truth gleams faintly in the back of frozen eyes. screams from its confinement "LOOK AT ME! for the love of god, just hear what I am saying." there is nothing so frustrating as self imposed silence or a life spent in denial. somewhere along the way she wandered off her path, spent years walking in a wilderness she didn't see. every day now is a struggle to get back to where she knows she should be. each tiny step her uncertain feet take feels like a mile