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caught in headlights (or kick the creep)

Contributed by TaintedOptomist on Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 03:56:54 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



whats the use in crying
when no one cares
stop trying to hide you eyes
you cant avoid their calous stares

frustration is pointless
when no one can hear your mangled adolesant screams

anxiety and paranioa
long walks alone in the moonlight
midnights alone in the cellar
writing songs of suicide and rebellion

malnutrition and low budjet films
never knowing when to say cut
forsaken by the father
loathing the mother

living as the creep
never fitting in
on either side of the track

so stand in between
and wait for the headkights
die listening to the wistle




Copyright © TaintedOptomist ... [ 2003-11-09 15:56:54]
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Re: caught in headlights (or kick the creep) (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 07:46:22 PM AEST
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wierd, but good nonetheless.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: caught in headlights (or kick the creep) (User Rating: 1 )
by cryingonmyporch on Tuesday, 11th November 2003 @ 04:08:47 PM AEST
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I enjoyed this poem quite alot. But then I do tend to like all upsetting poetry. I like the last two lines the most! Very very deep. hope to find more great poetry from you!
~Amy~


Re: caught in headlights (or kick the creep) (User Rating: 1 )
by dolly_dagger on Saturday, 21st February 2004 @ 08:35:42 PM AEST
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i love this one too. ncie capturing of stuff :)




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