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 | I.By » Annily on Sat Dec 22, 20070 Comments | I hear voices being raised as I stand impatient; Waiting for us to Rise. Drug ourselves to feel our selfs Unable to tolerate this numb feeling... Medicated by our parents, our teachers, our faiths To believe that somehow I and Id are seperate Paper was not once a tree I have a... |
| MaryBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | Did I already lose you To what you think you should be Or are you already lost In all that you feel Do you sleep well While I'm awake Or do you think of her With her smell still on your hands, in your hair.. Have you forgotten our lips in touch, To the vibrations you get at every... |
| Your heart rushes across my skinBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | My mind is on fire thinking of you One hand fluttering at my thighs The other pressed against mine What more to do But lie awake Your presence is lacking I need your taste Surround me in your body Watch me as I sleep Every smile flickering Know that it’s of you I dream Dancing to the... |
| Post-ecstasyBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | Waking up in the afternoon haze I lie, eyes closed, amazed Scents of olive oil and cigarettes pervade. Your chest embraces my spine As our legs slowly intertwine A sentence in one's mind. Momentary Bliss. Chlorinated Kiss. |
| February 4thBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20061 Comment | What if these songs were all lies, No angels to hear these cries, Moans. silent and unheard effervescent pain worsened by empty space, the taste lingers as words fade away paranoia seeps, steeps in through my veins love marked my neck whispered so low stories of its own oh, beauty... |
| Pt. 2By » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | You watch me deliberately not blinking your eyes as I squirm under the weight of a world of which I can't be set free as everything precipitately slides You watch me and all I can do is look right back and see tears rushing down the curves of your face the tears I wish were mine, that... |
| Everyone's emo sometimesBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | The kind of loneliness that starts at my diaphragm, slowly swells into warm paste that suffocates my internal organs until I don't know if I want to rip out my insides or curl up and hold on tight of fear that I might implode into fragments of who I was, dilute into the Brita-filtered-glass-of-water... |
| Nausea overtook her tired soulBy » Annily on Thu Nov 9, 20060 Comments | Nausea overtook her tired soul, Chilled bones settled in post-crescendo The judges swept in and Judged her Ways The critics heard the rumours and Criticised her Mistakes Her father appeared to fuck His own troubles away As her Mother wept All Children's pain. The girl's gaze never lost... |
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