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the awkward**words are always getting tangled up on my tongue
like somewhere on the way to my mouth from my lungs
riding on a highway, a skyway of oxygen
skatin’ over bones and their insides of collagen
at motorcycle speed, drive up the sides of my throat
only to come out o’ here on a completely wrong note
like, everything i try to say
comes out in the wrong way
like russian roulette ballet
i mess it all up~
i try to tell you how i feel on what’s almost a daily basis
but over here, my voice is breakin’ vases,
your faces, i can tell that i’ve said the wrong thing
in this game i’m too early or too late with my swing
i k

ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.

Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.

In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.

But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.

who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul

Almost nothing left...The days are days,
the nights are nights,
time runs fast,
all the time.

The days they're long,
and the nights are short,
the days of wrong,
and the nights of bliss.

My dreams and fantasies are not enough,
yes in it i kissed you, so what?
But in the day everything falls apart,
drifting further, further past start.

Please, i need someone to hold me,
someone hold me tight,
but theres no-one out there,
theres no one left.

My love is almost souly run out,
i give up on the whole thing,
what's the point of love?
when in the end it stings.

The night time short,
the day times long,
in the day i'm with you,
but i've never felt so alone.

she stared at the straps that she stared at the straps that held the cups that contained her breasts
and the stained shoelaces that like her are strung out on the floor;
just as frayed and crusted as the panties hanging off the edge of bed
I wonder what her mother thinks; after she says her prayers at night
When she lays down in that little suburban house crying at her baby book.
Does she know or imagine her daughter is doing something different.
You can't buy love, but you sure can sell it and you can sell a smile and a nod.
The bags that run ever so deep between arteries and organs destroying the synapses to your-
Regulatory functions going; pure animalist living quart

GangsLas vidas de los hijos de la muerte son los que mueren muchas veces más que sus víctimas.

HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.

I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.

No,

I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.

I am the monster
that self-destructs
cathartic, beautiful.

I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,

by choice.

I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.

No,

I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.

You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.

My core is my heart
my gift
my fault.

I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --

and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
nothing more,

JealousyI am happy she is gone

Is that wrong, I don’t know

I’m not sure I still want you

But you are mine alone

I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
but interrupted.

i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shine

MockeryMaybe I've been broken,
Maybe I've given a little too much,
Or perhaps not enough.

I loved you with all I was,
I may not have understood at the time,
Just what I was doing,
But I do know now,
A long time has gone by,
Don't know what to do.

Don't keep me out forever,
It's gettin' kinda lonely,
Without you here by my side,
Do you remember the whispers we shared,
Late into the night,
Curled into one another.

Lines have been drawn,
We're enemies in love,
We can't agree to disagree,
As we toe the line,
What we once had,
Can we have it again...?

Have either of us grown up enough,
To face the truth of who were are?
Or are we gonna dance around a

Taking Back My LifeDear Mr. Inner Demon, you've no business here,
I suggest you leave forever, let me make this clear,
I've outgrown your influence, I do not feel fear,
No longer do I flinch or back away when you draw near,
I press against you, face to face, reflect your devil's sneer,
You may storm and scream, but my voice is all I hear,
There's a cliff behind you and the drop is quite severe,
If you were to topple down, I'd not shed a tear,
Now listen,
Hear my name,
It's MY domain,
It's MY own game,
I'm NOT insane,
I'm NOT that lame,
I'm NOT the same,
I'll now explain:
You've lost your claim to FAME,
You whispered, pointed,
Self-appointed advisee,
I couldn't see you'd lie to me,
So self-aware I didn't care,
I wasn't there, you took control,
Let me burn and let it roll,
When I awoke you grinned and spoke,
Hearts that broke,
Souls could choke upon these words,
How absurd, I let you herd me,
Move me, shake me,
Move out, make me,
Never gonna take me,
Never gonna break me,
Death, more death and tragedy,
Eve

The HanAmber Dictionary of AwesomeMisplel: To purposely spell a word, in which it was not intended.

Gadsp: A deep, often choking, gasp.

Clong: To cling to somebody and jump up & down, rapidly. Oftentimes, accompanied by giggling.

Tyupi/Tupos: Also known as "typo".

Porn rinds: Also known as "pork skins".

Clap8: To clap rapidly & loudly, eight times.

Fuckcake/Cupadack: Another word for "cupcake"

Carpwet: A wet, usually very soaked, carpet.

Gouda: A heavenly figure, most often referred to, as "God".

Winder: A glass pane found in buildings, houses and cars. Most often called "windows".

Apposeta: Slang, for "supposed to".

Rtihy: Another word, for "right".

Bananaweenie:

Ur eyes shine like the forth oUr eyes shine like the forth of the July the color splashs wanting to leave white out of the picture ur eyes are beautiful there not pitiful ur eyes are all u need for being beauitiful

Starved For Wheat Starved For Wheat
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I must look awful strange, sipping tea and staring at all the cakes and cookies piled high in
Convenience stores and coffee shops.
It's plain to see I'm starved for wheat,
And that I'm silently cursing my tantalizing lot in life.

Because, it's not fair ... that I have to sit and starve on salad,
While watching family and friends feast and feed to their hearts' content,
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by ~erevshelshoshanim, Jan 30, 2006, 6:47:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

You said You're beautiful
And I said some asphyxiated version of
Thank you with the words choking in my
Throat and my eyes burning cheeks with
Sunstroke apprehension and my lips
On your lips and my hands on your hips
And the beat keeping track of our
Five-star romance with it's proclivity toward

Tragedy.

You said I love you and I
Took it to mean I need you and
Took you to the place I tried to jump
And asked if you'd jump off brdiges
To save me and you said In a heartbeat
And that said I love you so I said
I need you and you jumped
And I fell and we landed, knee-deep
In shallow water with our
Shoulders exposed and our hips locked
Lips on blue lips with
Firefly nightlights elucidating;

Everything is illuminated.

I said You're everything
To me when you felt like
Nothing and the red streaks on your
Back sting with a thousand nights of
Late night talks turning into hung over
Mornings after but without the
Apprehension and the passion-ate
Wake up. Wednesday mornings with
The girl who treated you like a sunburn
And doused you in aloe vera and kerosene
You said Maybe I don't need this
And she said I love you and you
Looked at me for your cue.

I said Stage right, turn left, cheat out

And you said I didn't mean to cheat
And I said I know, I know, and you said
Confusion breeds repulsion later on
And I said I don't understand but if you
Want me to leave I will. You

Held my hand like you'd never let it go
And so I stayed.

November 12, 2005by ~erevshelshoshanim

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

This is actually an old piece. I was looking through old poetry though and came across this. Unfortunately it relates quite well. I figured it was time to submit something poetic.

Or unpoetic. Whatever. Criticism is greatly appreciated. Comments too.

And what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
And I don't care but sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
And it's been years. Silent all these years.

~angie1969 Feb 21, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

nice

~paiute Jan 30, 2007

this does seem like your old stuff
i would say dont change your past use it to commend your future talents which by reading any of your newer works there is a stylish difference

~AngelicRuin Mar 17, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Wow, this is beautiful! You have a phenomenal talent here. I think you have a nice use of language, but you might want to extend it a little further. Suggestion not a criticism.

~erevshelshoshanim Mar 18, 2006

Thanks for the feedback. And I don't mind criticism. Actually I prefer it to suggetions.

~AngelicRuin Mar 18, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh ok, well I just don't like to offend people, and you're welcome!

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