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About Me Member Wannabe Poet beyonduglinessFemale/United Kingdom

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Childhood.

I drew love hearts on the places you left prints of your drunken kisses.
The lies spilt from my tongue like the syrup dripping from the desserts you made for me.
I played with mama's make-up to make myself look yummy enough
for your eyes to feast upon.
My breath always reeked of the
sickly sweet smell of the candy you bought my trust with.
Promises that seeped from your
kindly lips intoxicated the memories
I loved and eventually lost.
The multi-coloured hoops of your invisible chains bruised my skinny wr

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Feminism.My freedom spills into stilled water as I diagnose my ills. I
curse my misfortune.
I recall with disdain of how
I fumbled with a man who
seduced me with tales of
his three failed marriages. He was wary of commitment and a fan of meaningless
infidelity; I admired him.
I watch as it plagues my
body, latches onto my insides like a child gripping onto its
mother's skirts.
Congratulations run amok as they touch my swelled belly. "Don't touch me, bitch," is my grateful response.
"My femininity is not proven Feminism.
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Ballet ShoesThere was this girl, once. Her name was melody; music to my ears.
Her smile made me want to discard my demons and keep on dancing with her dreams.
Tap, tap, tap went those ballet shoes; only I could hear their whispers. A blur of brown and a flash of fuchsia and all was well with our world.
And I whispered with those shoes, "Melody, you          are my saviour; my infinity.          I'll dance with you any day."
And all I could see in response Ballet Shoes
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silence.

Sun Mar 9, 2008, 5:09 PM

Listening to: Tegan&Sara

Hmm. I think I need to write some more.

I'd call it writer's block, but I'm pretty sure writer's block only happens to people who can actually WRITE.

Maybe it's because life is good, so I have nothing to complain about in poetic form. Well, aside from my psychobitch ex-girlfriend who recently tore out my heart, ripped it into small pieces and then shat on it, but I suspect a poem about her or that unfortunate experience would read something like this...

Die bitch die
Fuck your pie
Just go die

The end
Oh, and by the way...
GO DIE!

Not exactly a classic.

Hmm.

I shall have to think more about this.

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Current Residence: Ye Olde England.
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~applepieskies Apr 18, 2009, 12:40:40 AM

thank you,

*LunDeSolRa Dec 24, 2007, 2:00:09 PM

Hello~

I believe you requested a print from meeee and ... I'm not selling it? Actually, I really haven't considered selling, and I'm currently trying to figure out how the system works, so if you're still interested, please keep in touch.