The MetaphorShe sits there, calm, cool, and collected. No one else affected. Nothing and no one but herself, her deep thoughts. And that pack of death she bought, the pack of cigarettes. She leans forward and opens then closes the pack, withdrawing a smoke from within. With precision. As if she wanted that one cigarette, that one and no other. It goes between herl ips and looks so distinct and natural, her only lover. The way she opened her zippo with a flick of the wrist just proves the rest. She's done this before. A hundred times, if not more. An inhilation of whispy gray cloud fills her lungThe Metaphor
They.Ugh. Winter.They.
And winter brings the snow. And with the snow brings the phrase: "No two snowflakes are the same!" Says who?! Says Them The never ending "They"! Who has ever taken the time, since the beggining of it, to watch each snowflake? They have, obviously. It's only to make you feel special.
All snow looks the same. Hell! It's snow! Yet, each part is individual. No two the same. So they say.
Simple metaphor. All people look the same. Hell! It's people! Yet, each part is individual. No two the same. &
CoffeeAnother sad lonely girl Another poem about her All she ever wanted... She wanted so much, to be a Pepsi canCoffee
"Pleasant Dissapointment" "Cynical Optamism" Is what she says Let down time and time again She notices Everything
She loves his hands That twangy Johnny Cash song, he plays endlessly for her his bright red acoustic
By The ThousandNo Smokes and a pack full of sorrows a pack full of sorrows sorrows that I've borrowedBy The Thousand
I'm on a thousand downers and I'm drowsy only me and Eminem have ever felt this lousy So tired.. So sick Those pills They'll give me a new kick
No smokes and a pack full of sorrows a pack full of sorrows sorrows that I've borrowed
I'm on a thousand uppers a brand new feeling with a new meaning that I've discovered So nausiated my head has split So tired... so sick So sick! Of all this shit
5:30 a.m and my toenails match my t-shirt.
Longing
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It's all in your head. Your stuck, your stuck in your head my friend.
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"I was born alive.
Isn't that punishment enough?"
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"I am a man! Pay no attention to the man behind the curtains. And by curtains I mean shirt. And by man I mean my boobs."
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(Its Rachael btw)
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Zombies go after brains. Don't worry, you're safe.
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The above post is utter bullcrap, please take it at that value.
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The above post is utter bullcrap, please take it at that value.
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It's all in your head. Your stuck, your stuck in your head my friend.
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