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[sid] => 109740
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => twitchtwitchtwitching
[time] => 2005-11-14 20:10:04
[hometext] => Dare not to crush this tender young rose in my hands...
[bodytext] => twitch twitchtwitchtwitch Shiver and never know what i am you are feeling my fingertips are twitching, I can't feel them blue faces in red in blue faces in red and black is a sea in my festering head Garbage cans grow and twist I am very cold on my skin a dungeon of my home and never washed or cleaned twitch twitchtwitchtwitching Carpets are threadbare pacing and clenching unclenching of fists and sweat on my cheeks only tears, these are the that I can ever muster, my shake and shake and shake and tremble. Rage is to fury turns to blood on my hands and a grin where you are dead in a lump and I am happy but somehow justice or revenge is as methamphetamines love 'em love 'em twitchtwitch twitching my fingers it's eating me up, you destroy who I love and do I destroy you too to reconcile? ***** everything like he ***** you up and goddamn it can I hate a man so much? Touched you with his fingers I wish to break in half Defiled you with eyes I will see on my blade He used my toothbrush. 'This is elementary. twitchingtwitchingwtitching loveyourbloodmyfistsareitching ***** this poem. Don't ever meet me. For your own good, don't ever speak to her again. Don't make me get arrested over you cuz i will You crushed the rose in my lapel wished and wish to taste it's juices? My flower and my beauty my life is worthless but hers is mine so you've ***** with me. What a bad idea. twitchingtwitchingtwitchingshaking eyes are wild enraged and enfuriated I'm tearing apart to do the same to you. Good Sir, you've twenty years and more of bottled anger to come ripping down your door. This isn't a ***** game. I've let this consume me to your misfortune. My crysanthemum and her tulips all under your pesticide and they are on her and so are you as well as the world and her kneecaps are breaking she's dying hardly crying and never in my arms because of you I'm worthless like you. And we've got nothing in common. shakingtrembling imbleedingfrommyearsandicanttasteit Oust a moment of undressing. Repavings. Shhh... It's not coming of age, This is pure lust by an old wall soil catches grasses too young to imagine sun pass into night What is the future to you? An opera Bones below. Trembling at a festival in your honour. Fiddle Player bemused to silence Clowns. Streetside Ghosts, ((your pain)) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 1167 [topic] => 6 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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