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Friday, August 01, 2003 ( 1:34 AM ) Lisa I won't be able to post anything tomorrow through Wednesday or maybe Thursday because I'm gonna be bored out of my mind at my grandparents' house. lol. # Thursday, July 31, 2003 ( 3:03 PM ) Lisa untitled 6-11-03 Cool steel cutting across my pale skin Tears of red begin to drip A temporary relief A short high The cool steel grazes my skin As I hold the object with a tighter grip The feeling is only brief I press deeper into the red line I breath a heavy sigh And watch the red liquid fall But it can't always be this way As I cut into my vein This feels so good, I don't know why I sleep, dreaming of it all Sometimes I wish this feeling could stay But the feeling always goes away # Wednesday, July 30, 2003 ( 4:59 PM ) Lisa You Are 5-17-03 It seems like you don't give a shit You're such a good for nothing prick You're like an itch that won't go away A good dream that won't stay A jackass that lies A sonofabitch that makes me cry You're a stranger from another land A bastard, not willing to lend a helping hand You are my father; I am your daughter But we have one another You're like a plague upon this earth, The pain when giving birth The heat from a fire, A hole in a tire You are everything bad You are everything that makes me mad You aren't anything good You are everything I never understood You are death upon a baby You are someone that isn't willing to save me You are everything bad that I know You are everything that I wish wasn't so. # Tuesday, July 29, 2003 ( 5:03 PM ) Lisa Repeating Process 6-2-03 Waking up all alone Walking through an empty home Breathing sharp intakes of air Sitting and twirling my hair Staring at the blank wall Wishing he would call Waiting for him to forgive me Hoping he'll see we were meant to be Napping as the day goes by Breathing quickly as I start to cry Waking up all alone Walking through an empty home Breathing sharp intakes of air Sitting and twirling my hair Staring at the blank wall Wishing he would call Waiting for him to forgive me Hoping he'll see we were meant to be Sleeping as the day comes to an end I wake up and repeat the process over again # Sunday, July 27, 2003 ( 1:45 AM ) Lisa I deleted all of the poems I had posted and will start posting newer ones Monday. # |
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