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Rollercoaster HighI'll close my eyes,and enjoy this ride while it lasts.I'll raise my hands,and scream.And when I come down,from this supreme high,I'll close my eyes again,and hold the cloth up to my nose,take the smells in,of the woods,the past,of him.
New YearWe've gone another year,with out blowing each other up.Another year,avoiding crisis that have arised,another year of babies,and deaths,and heartbreaks,and new loves.And I want to say,I'm looking forward to next year,but in reality,I'm not.Why count the changing year?Why must we label time?It makes it so much harder to forget.I can remember this day,one year ago today.How I was feeling,things that happpened.The hug that took place,the games we played.A lot of my thoughts.Pictures I saw.I remember it all,and I want to let go.But I can't.It's labeled a year ago today,and the neatly labeled boxes in my brain,always want to be poked and prodded.Tell me,how do you forget?
The SensesThe taste of him,lingers on my lips,from the time he kissed me,good bye.From the time he,kissed me so passionately,while pressing me up against,the laundry room door,even though his parents were,just around the corner.The smell of him,lingers on my pillow,from when he laid there this afternoon,waiting for me to wake up,flip the covers off,and get out of bed.From the time,he laid all day in bed with me,just watching movies,and cuddling for hours on endThe sight of him,lingers on my mind,from the time he,sat next to me at the kitchen table,eating spicy Thai food.From the time,I sat on his lap and kissed him,and he wouldn't let go of me.The feel of him lingers,from the time I leaned against the car,and he leaned against me,keeping the cold from,seeping into my skirt.From the time that he,spun me around,like a dancer,and kept me in his arms after a few twirls.The sound of him,doesn't stay so well in my ears.They're too filled with,music roaming my he
A GhostA ghost.A ghost that haunts me,when I'm not watching out.A ghost that haunts me,in all the words I've written.All the photos I've taken.A ghost that haunts my,memories,walking along side of me,places that it had traveled with me,in the past.
Perfect TownFriday afternoon, and I'm walking home from the school bus stop, about half a mile away from my house. Every house I pass looks the same. They're all the same distance from the road, built the same way. If you've been in one house, then you know 33.333 percent of the other houses lay outs. If you been in all three models of the houses in my neighborhood, then you know how each how looks inside. You know that there's probably at least 5 bedrooms. Some are used as bonus rooms, or playrooms. You'd know that the kitchen, dining room, and living room all were opened up to each other, connected by archways and a hallway.The only way I knew where my house was, was the number, and by the flowers at the door.When I first moved in with my family back in 7th grade, I was always afraid that someday I wouldn't be paying attention and I would accidentally walk into a neighbor's house. My senior year, I was able to tell that it was my house by my 2003 Mitsubishi Eclipse.Unfortunately I
WannaIt's been a short time,this I know,very well.But I still wanna,crawl into your lap,have you smell my hair,tell me it is nice.Hold me tightly,and kiss the back of my head.I wanna lay in bed with you,every day,all day,until I need to move.I wanna dance with you,all night long,even though we can't dance,at all.I wanna kiss you,until I can't breathe.I wanna talk to you,every hour of every day.Don't jip me of those minutes inbetween!I wanna keep you,until I'm old and grey.I want you to be the last one,that I fall in love with.I want no more heart breaks,no more crazy men,after my heart.I want to be happy,and you make me that way.
Closet DoorI've shut the closet door,and locked it tight.The only time I open it,is to dispose of trash.The skeletons of yesterday,still hang by the neck,turning yellow with age.The pictures and,articles of clothing,remain.Gathering dust.And I know I've locked you in,closed the door on you.What could be,what never should be.And now,I take a peak inside,now and then,just to see how things progress.And I hope,that between the skeletons,and fading clothes,you're not hiding.You can't hear every word,everything that goes on,outside the door.And if you can,I'll keep the door locked,so you can never get out,and tell me what you've heard.
I LieI lie to myself another day,pretending I'm alive.I'm fully alive.I dance,I smile,I complain,I love,I fuck,I care.I'm alive.And I lie to you another day,who did you think me to be?This perfect little angel?Ha!You've been taken for a fool.If I'm any angel,I'm a dead one,dying and decayed.I lie,this is my shell.I lie.I lie.I was never alive.This is all an illusion,a bundle of confusion.I'm lying about everything.