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Posted On: 05/02/2010 3:54AM | View Finny's Profile | # | ||||||
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 3:59AM | View xxEmoxKidxx's Profile | # | ||||||
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i wanted to write you a story but that’s not really my thing or yours, for that matter i wanted to take you to see the country but you’re more of a city girl and i’m more stray than undomesticated i wanted to give you a flower i don’t know, a tulip maybe or a red rose, international symbol of love but i’m stuck lugging around this ugly crown and wondering why i didn’t Joseph of Suburbia Posted:
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 3:59AM | View Patently Chill P...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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I yawn and turn over in bed. Can’t sleep. Again.
Downstairs the TV is on And I can hear you calling names Of players in your never-ending game. You cheer and wake up my brother But you don’t realize it. The TV is up too high.
So I stand to take care of the child But he falls silent So I return to bed And pull the blanket up over my head And curl into a tight ball For protection from my dreams.
Your heavy footsteps outside of my door Drag just enough to tell me you’re sober But not enough to tell me whether you Plan to take my innocence again, What’s left of it, anyway.
Slight fluctuations in your breath that I Pretend I can detect. My mind flashes to the clock on the nightstand. Red blinking numbers that tell the time Reliably. Readily.
I can feel the cold knife of air pbum under the sheets And back up to clip the back of my neck and intensify My shaking, which was caused by you’re presence in this room.
A thousand frozen needles cutting my flesh As you pull back the red blanket and Lie down without a word behind me.
For a moment you wait, calm fluttering in my chest turns to acid Running through my lungs. Your hands are gentle at first, as they Peel me out of my enclosed shape. You smile and leave saliva on my neck As if I was your wife, and not your son. Am I your son? I might as well not be.
Lying in your arms I used to be safe, when I was small and would climb in beside you After a nightmare, when the memory was fresh in my mind of being shot through the chest And you would always hold me and tell me everything would be okay. Did you believe yourself?
Hands all over me, like raindrops or a shower running over my skin. You might as well be made of fire. I can’t help but feel like this s what I want. Can’t help but feel like sex with you isn’t that bad. Is it Because I’m used to it? Used to you? I used to go somewhere else in my mind but now I Stay here mentally with you as you find what you were looking for between my legs And move your hands back and forth over it, preparing me for what you’ll do.
I can’t do anything but stare at the clock and be glad it’ll all be over soon. You line yourself up with me and it doesn’t hurt anymore, I just feel A slight pressure as you press your hands to my hips to hold me Steady. Your body rocks sideways, I’m amazed you can do This in such an odd position. Usually we’ve flipped by Now. Now? Now you swallow hard and I can feel Saliva running down your throat and my neck And other fluids running from lower places Onto the sheet; it’ll stain slightly lighter Than the blanket originally was….
You grunt and moan as you hit the brink of Your moment in the sun, and as you step away There’s a glow coming from your body. Leftover From when you finished your task.
You leave me to clean up, To pbum out even though I’m Covered in both of our sweat and Saliva and blood from where you bit me, Semi-white liquid left for me to dispose of.
But I don’t clean up. I’m too exhausted. I can’t move, really. As I catch my breath, Exhaustion Puts Me To S L E E P . . . Log in to see images!
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 4:00AM | View xxEmoxKidxx's Profile | # | ||||||
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I would just post everything from the link but I’m lazy. Log in to see images!
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 4:03AM | View xxEmoxKidxx's Profile | # | ||||||
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As the cat Climbed over The top of The jamcloset First the right Forefoot Carefully then the hind Stepped down Into the pit of The empty Flowerpot -William Carlos Williams Adapt edited this message on 05/02/2010 4:04AMLog in to see images! This is the part where Single Tingle turns into Double Trouble and ends up in If you don’t fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 4:03AM | View Adapt's Profile | # | ||||||
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Once upon a time Not so long ago Tommy used to work on the docks Union’s been on strike He’s down on his luck…it’s tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day Working for her man, she brings home her pay For love – for love
She says: We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love – we’ll give it a shot
We’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear Livin’ on a prayer
Tommy got his six string in hock Now he’s holding in what he used To make it talk – so tough, it’s tough
Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night Tommy whispers: Baby it’s okay, someday We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love – we’ll give it a shot
We’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear Livin’ on a prayer We’ve got to hold on ready or not You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got We’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear Livin’ on a prayer
I'M A SIG-DISABLING COCKMONGLER
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:17AM | View King Krimson's Profile | # | ||||||
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I open my eyes I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light I can’t remember how I can’t remember why I’m lying here tonight
And I can’t stand the pain And I can’t make it go away No I can’t stand the pain
How could this happen to me I made my mistakes I’ve got no where to run The night goes on As I’m fading away I’m sick of this life I just wanna scream How could this happen to me
Everybody’s screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me I’m slipping off the edge I’m hanging by a thread I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered And I can’t explain what happened And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done No I can’t
How could this happen to me I made my mistakes I’ve got no where to run The night goes on As I’m fading away I’m sick of this life I just wanna scream How could this happen to me Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 2:26PM | sdgrbbum09 | # | ||||||
Pain and lonliness, my only companions: How many syllables? |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:10PM | View An Hero's Profile | # | ||||||
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An Hero Posted:
11 I think |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:11PM | View Finny's Profile | # | ||||||
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Now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down and id like to take a minute just sit right there ill tell you how i became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground my momma said most of my days chilling out, maxing and relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of school when a couple of guys they were up to no good started making trouble in our neighborhood i got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said your moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
i whisted for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah, forget it yo home to bel-air!
i-pulled- up tp a house about seven or eight i yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later looked at my kingdom i was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air Dysnomia Posted: |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:28PM | View Skyman747's Profile | # | ||||||
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wow, I just realized how wrong those lyrics are, but I cba to change them Dysnomia Posted: |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:28PM | View Skyman747's Profile | # | ||||||
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Skyman747 Posted:
a sad look into the rainy dark miasma of my soul Log in to see images! This is the part where Single Tingle turns into Double Trouble and ends up in If you don’t fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. |
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Posted On: 05/02/2010 7:35PM | View Adapt's Profile | # | ||||||
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i dont mind the sun sometimes the images it shows i can taste you on my lips and smell you on my clothes cinnamon and sugary and softly-spoken lies you never know just how you look through other peoples eyes Joseph of Suburbia Posted:
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Posted On: 05/04/2010 3:21AM | View Patently Chill P...'s Profile | # | ||||||