grind into me
pull out of yourself
and through my skin
become something that keeps me going
an internal organ
forever within
and i'll try not to cry for too long
even knowing that eventually this unity
will untie
and i'll try not to let you see
how much this never meant to me
everything you say
those bullets from your mouth
finds its way down my throat
and ends things on that happy note
straight to what used to be my heart
and now is a glacier
and as i hold my head between my hands
everything that stays together is only up to me
and i'll let you fall apart at the seams
and i'll patch you up with a bandaid or two
and maybe a drop of superglue
you be sure and stop by more dear
yes i would do that. but paranoia gets to me. i think it goes a little overbord though im not sure. if you really want to read a entry all you have to do is ask though.
love
me
thanks
hey, ya know this poem you wrote is really freakin good, I might copy and paste later... but of course I'll tell em' it's yours...
xoxo
haha, why not, yeah go for it, add me all you want... I love friends.;)
hey, i get praise and i can keep you, score...
hehe.
Best display of mystery I've ever seen...or read. Perfection and honesty as usual. :)
thanks, I like yours too, and your picture over <--there, I love pictures of lips...maybe I have a lip fetish...yeah, I think I do. Yay a new fettish for me. ANYWAYS, I like your entries, they're really good.
Jenn
hey can u help me please?!?!
aw, thanx, can I keep you?
You're sweet.
im the happiest ever!! this cough weeze ROCKS!
yeah crass is fucking bad u shoudl listen to them. peace brooke
yeah, im gonna name my diary that for sure...spin kittle... its beautifuly brilliant!
lauren
ya i know what you mean. i didnt mean to be rude or anything. if thats how it came off. sorry.
xoxo
do you like david lynch?
beautiful read
your words are very appreciated
-kris
whoa i really like that poem/song. did you write that? or what? its awesome.
im sorry you have to go through it also.
our situations are probably alot different though. mine has nothing to do with an ex bf. it has to do with a fallen friend.
well hopefully things get better.
xoxo
in a good way or a bad way? now you've got me all worried
sphincter? lol... spin kittle could be a band name...
and heres what we've all been waiting for...the spin kittles! [applause;screams;underwear flying around]
lauren
ah but what does vicariously mean in the context of reading a diary entry?
The worst kind of grief is that kind that you feel for someone you don't know. In ninth grade, some kid in my english class got high and ran his car into a tree. Everyone talked about what a tragedy it was, and got me to cry over him. I feel ridiculous now, because I hardly knew him.
What always keeps me going is that I'm still here, as pitiful as my existence may be.
Pees. ~*Kristina
hingy t....okay it doesnt work on you...your poem is perfection as usual. :-D
you are the BEST...need I remind you?
lauren
Thanks for the comment. I was beginning to think no one read my diary/journal any more.
Curtis
you are astonishing. Don't feel lonely. Sometimes loneliness is the only thing that helps.
To be great is to be misunderstood.
Wow. That's ace.
Vicariously? OK...?
And sorry but the staring competitions over. Johnny won! lol.
Lucyx x x
I love ur words u inspire me to start writing again thanks me Ryne; )ttyl peace Ryan
and I like this poem you wrote. I'd like to say I feel with you, but I don't think I have a right to say anything like this. So I just like your words.