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ink remainsWatch out for the every-minute poets Without pens saying words they don’t notice They’re too busy writing songs about girls Who will never appreciate how they speakink remains
Watch out for the perfectly timed moments Every day war, and how we think we own it We’re pre-occupied reading signs About how apathetic the world can be
I win every time, he told me. Ink remains
And our smiles and the shape of our eyes Are just formed from the placement of skin for disguise And I know I am pail and small But aren’t we all marrow deep down after all
Watch out
by ~she-made
Unwritten RulesDo you think that she sees She looks pompus and worthless And breaking the unwritten rules Do you think that she feels The wings batting and beating And in the end caught on the roofUnwritten Rules
It’s too late in the day To be stealing the lines From the movies that you’ve barely seen. It’s too late in the day To be telling the stories That are false but you swear that you mean.
I hope you see yourself soon Before you’ve told enough lies To give in and make them all true.
Do you think that he knows He looks stupid and broken And break
by ~she-made
Perfectly Placed TillsThe water’s slowly freezes In the form of broken glass We shiver and we shudder At the thoughts of time to pass And the sun is setting faster We are running out of time Each mechanical ensemble Tunes out the date required chimePerfectly Placed Tills
It’s only warm on the inside By the perfectly placed tills And a need to fit the season’s
Causing needless hefty bills I swear I won’t need this next year But get me one in red and blue I’ll return with cliché cardboard Filled with an empty word of two
When I get used to I swear I won’t even notice
by ~she-made
Red LightsHere we sit in silence Driving through red lights What an old routine here On these Sunday nightsRed Lights
And I think that we both know now There’s nothing left to say Past my complaints of no concern Until I ask about your day
You won’t notice anything When it’s right in front of you I’m begging for a space between So I can see you at all
We snap and break in silence Or make unfair demands We stutter or we mutter Or we forget to hold hands
And I think that we both know now There’s not much left to do This is just ke
by ~she-made
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- Current Residence: Edmonton Alberta
- Interests: music, theatre, design
- Favourite movie: Goodbye Lennin
- Favourite band or musician: Fordirelifesake
- Favourite genre of music: hardcore
- Favourite artist: Bjork
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde
- Email: heartbreakdown_@hotmail.com
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its great you joined, its a cool site,
hope to see more work from you
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lets face it... you're cooler than me
i saw the jan 22 poster. im like. heeeey that is the show's poster and i realized.... you are samantha
its great you joined DA, its a great site, hope to see more work from you
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lets face it... you're cooler than me
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