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She feels like she’s bled the pacific into existence
Built an empire of scars,
Chased a nation of ghosts.
How many more breaths will chill her tired lungs?
The city burns itself into a stupor
Of heroin and everclear and sexual tension
And the sun won’t rise for another two hours.
:iconsummernightangel:

Author's Comments

yesitsucks. yesitwillbescrapped. yesiamreallytired.

last day of drivers ed class. halleluja. penned in a room with a bunch of kids from the grade below [though technically we're the same age] sucks ass. too. many. people. scary.

i spent the day reading people's stories about ghost encounters. some of which may be total fiction, but i really do believe in... something. especially the ones of signs from family members or protective spirits. they make me warm and fuzzy.

we had to give the dog both a calming pill and then a benadryl today at the vets, and the poor thing can't walk in a straight line. she is practically catatonic. we had to carry her into the house after we let her out. i swear to god i'll sleep on the floor of the family room if we can't get her to walk into the bedroom. she should be fine in the morning :/

so um. i still may get kicked off the computer later this week. :shrug: i need to sleep now.

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:iconblonde-eyed-blue:
Are you kidding? This poem is wonderful. Strong use of irony and of imagery. I really feel that this is an amazing peice. You write well when you are tired. Do not scrap it. It is simply philosophical.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
:iconj-goth:
It's pretty good, actually.

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"When one person suffers from a delusion it is called insanity; when many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."

"If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance."
:iconxxlonesomedovexx:
thisdoesnotsuckatall.
youmustbecrazy.
;) :glomp:

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it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.


~ ohsostarryeyed :sun:
:iconmilleniumchicken:
this is amazing, do not put it in scraps! :heart:

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we are the kids who feel like dead ends...


~ProjectImprove
:iconartiskewl:
Don't scrap it. I was up at 3 a.m. today, too. I get it.

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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
:iconsummernightangel:
Aw, thanks. A few other people agreed with you, but yours was the comment that made me decide to keep this :)

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
:iconsummernightangel:
aw, thank you :thanks:

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
:iconxxlonesomedovexx:
Of course :love:

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it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.


~ ohsostarryeyed :sun:
:iconblonde-eyed-blue:
I am glad to be of high influence. You are welcome, however, I meant it. The piece is wonderful.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.

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