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Wierd Little

Contributed by ruby1987 on Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 10:26:53 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Disturbed little ******
No idea
What he’s doing to
Himself!

His thoughts so
Deep that no
Award can dignify
But deep go the
Slits
In his damn arms-
Justifying himself

Punk’ed, Jacked and drugged out
That’s what he is
Clean for a month
Then goes back
To the ***** he
Loves-
Self inflicted pain
From the suffocating
World
Which he
Dies-to escape
With his tub
Of “E”

Weird little ******
Paralysed heart
Listen…
Listen because there are
People
Who care about
You
But I guess
They just hold you
Back

Wiers little ******
Tell me
Your secret thoughts
Which
You scribble
In your
Hell of a room
In which
Light from a single candle
Screams-
To fill the room
To project-
A glistening
Blurred
Image of you
Scribbling away
In a misty corner
Where you
Violently abuse
Your pen
Which rapes your
Virgin paper

Weird little ******
Sitting in the corner
With your
Exploded heart
Laying before you
Look at me and
Listen…
I wont-
Hold you back
Because I put the
Exploded pieces
Of my heart
In a box.






Copyright © ruby1987 ... [ 2004-02-27 10:26:53]
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Re: Wierd Little (User Rating: 1 )
by mercedes on Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 11:34:28 AM AEST
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Its always sad when someone does that and you feel helpless to help them. It was a really good write.


Re: Wierd Little (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 12:21:19 PM AEST
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Thats a moving, and disturbing work. Very interesting: sounds familar.


Re: Wierd Little (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 2nd March 2004 @ 06:56:31 AM AEST
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powerful well constructed

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