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Rowena: Part IIHave they kissed yet? Are they in bed? Is it just better left unsaid? Afterwards, do they hold hands? Does she like his favourite band?Rowena: Part II
Would I like her? Is she smart? Is she going to break his heart? Is she quiet? Is she loud? Is she flat, or well-endowed?
Is she frigid, is she easy? Does he tell her what he tells me? Does she know all his hopes and dreams? Does he ever wish she was me?
by ~amortentia23
HypocriteHe tells me all about his night Took home a girl in denim tights I'm chewing on my lower lip I'm scared I might let something slipHypocrite
She had tattoos, he says with glee A butterfly, a lock and key I snort and murmur 'How clichéd' But hey, at least he's getting laid
My lip's bleeding, I steal his ice But I stay calm, give good advice On what to say if she texts back This chick sounds like she needs a slap
It's not something I can admit I'd feel like such a hypocrite I bite my tongue, try not to speak I did the same thing just last w
by ~amortentia23
RowenaI'm left alone with nothing but my mind A weapon far more deadly than the truth There's images of both of them entwined A warm embrace much too long overdueRowena
They move in time, French nails run down his back Small beads of sweat are forming on his face He's gone to her, and I've gone back to black I've got my stash of vodka, just in case
They're holding hands, lost in post-coital glow I blink away the tears, but it's too late I grab a bottle, try to drown my woes For drunk and lonely seems to be my fate
I kick the radio- it's his favourite band I
by ~amortentia23
The GhostI have a ghost, he follows me around.The Ghost
I barely noticed him at first, he was pale,transparent,silent.
Kept his distance. Then he moved into my closet-... found himself knee-deep in skeletons,demons,corpses. And possibly socks. He didn't mind,though. On the contrary, they made him stronger. Every day, he grew a little more translucent. His voice began to get louder. He started talking to me. And when I didn't listen he'd possess people. And things.
He was the song on the radio...the one stuck in my head. He was the book I would read every night before bed. He was the guy I use
by ~amortentia23
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The Masochistby *yuumei
don't eat me French personI hate people. No I dislike them. Extremely. Sodon't eat me French person
Changing and distrustful Argumentative. Hypocritical. And wrong. Definitely wrong. Let's be hermits Living alone on the
Mountain tops Searching for the
Reason of human kind. And when you
Walk by I'll crawl Into my little shell And pretend to be a snail. A hermit snail. Small and yet so wise That must be why they Crawl so slowly They're too small to
Fit wheels on Or grow legs.
by ~LighterThanAir
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- Current Residence: I'm a lost soul
- Interests: poetry,art,daydreaming
- Favourite movie: Little Miss Sunshine, Moulin Rouge, anything Tim Burton
- Favourite artist: Frida Kahlo,Teesha Moore
- Favourite poet or writer: Vladimir Nabokov,Charlotte Bronte,Sylvia Plath
- Favourite photographer: Cindy Sherman
- Tools of the Trade: pen, paper, coloured pencils and an overactive imagination :D
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