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dry spellif you are the revolver you've already been fired does this mean that everything is over already? i've just started i'm so young is there nothing else out there? have you blown the rest of my chances? i have to say, you seemed to good to be true the situation didn't scare me and i liked who i was when you were around i felt self-assured, protecteddry spell
but who knows what's to be when the gun's been turned on me?
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BluffSex, drugs, rock your role. Sell yourself 'til you get sold. Act your age, you're not very old, tonight.Bluff
Talk the talk, the walk's for suckers. Profanity's for motherfuckers. Your time has come, good luck, tonight.
No one knows what it's like to get respect. Not yet. But we'll pretend we understand the way the world should be. We'll try to fit into this shit, Sacrifice our innocence We're playing dress-up, just for now, until we learn just how to...
Grow up, get a job. Clean your room, you lazy slob. Lit
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slut.we like to touch but we don't look. all we see is the lives that we took.slut.
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Pitchfork Gave It a 9.2hey baby, did you hear it's acceptable to love me when the critics give me praise not so critical at allPitchfork Gave It a 9.2
now that everybody listens pays attention to me now i get respect it hasn't always been this way
they used to give me a number 1 through 10 they used to give me a place in line they used to show me who i was supposed be something's changed is it them or is it me?
before i was amateur now they boast about my mastery they didn't 'get it' suddenly they comprehend
i was pretentious i was saying things i
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Three Little WordsThree little WordsThree Little Words
Is it just a matter of semantics? Though my soul longs to reverberate with those three little words Does it really matter if the words are conspicuously absent
If the wave of emotion that rides them is there. Are the just hollow words, void of life and meaning? Void of feeling or importance except the importance we place on them No they are not just words
They are the embodiment of the feeling
Like unadulterated, unrestrained emotion and absolute validation Packaged --Presented, Given and Taken In them resides happiness Simple, Pure and Unrefined. &
by ~Stryker187
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Writer's Brick Wall Is More Like It
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| Well... I'm nearly 18. My passions in life are music and writing. I sing nearly every moment of the day, when I'm not singing, I'm either listening to it... or at school. I've been writing poetry and song lyrics for years. I have a thing for rhyming, though I can sometimes break the habit. Caffeine is my drug of choice and my wacked sleep pattern is proof. I write the best past midnight. Music = life. <3 |
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: Singing, Reading, Writing
- Favourite movie: Breakfast Club, Mean Girls, Bring It On, Fanboys
- Favourite band or musician: of Montreal
- Favourite genre of music: indie
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria Morgendorffer
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love Montreal.
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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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[don't need reality, i've got fiction]
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