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  • Tootsie 6:35 pm on July 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Pretend, regret   


    I pretend I’m okay

    I pretend that my world is the same

    I pretend I’m alive

    I pretend to survice

    I pretend not to care

    I pretend that you’re there

    I pretend to have no fears

    I pretend to be you

    I pretend to have a clue

    I pretend not to miss how I loved

    I wish I never budged

    Maybe then I wouldn’t be sitting here


    Instead surrendering

    To what use to be


    *Today I guess it was repetition day :)…this poem is for some one special–hope you like it ❤


    • Orb 3:00 pm on July 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      It’s good to see you let the feelings out in words, keep at it your gift.

  • Tootsie 6:32 pm on July 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , miss, simple things   

    I miss 

    I miss the way  I could lay my head on the clouds

    And forget about the world

    I miss the night cool breeze

    That gently swayed me to sleep

    I miss the sunlight that warmed my face

    I miss the rain drops that caress my curves as they fell

    I miss the dance of the leaves by my feet

    I miss the smell of freshly cut grass

    I miss it all

    I miss sanity

    • Orb 3:02 pm on July 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      paint pictures with words here

  • Tootsie 6:24 pm on July 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply  


    If you try to find me

    You have to go deep

    Deep within yourself

    Deeper outside the box

    I’m not ordinary

    I’m not easily found

    Don’t confuse me with a puzzle

    Where the pieces all seem to match

    Mines are ever changing;

    With the blink of an eye

    They are sometimes hard to catch


    I’m abstract art

    Placed in a dull room

    You either see me

    And can make some sense of it all

    Rigidness to smoothness

    Curves to plateaus

    Or you simply can’t and move on

    Because your mind is closed


    I’m  not like you

    At times I’m nothing like me

    I have no definition

    Because I’m yet to be set free


    If you are lucky enough to find me

    Don’t sell me out

    Instead hide with me

    Or I will leave with all the pieces of  you

  • Tootsie 6:18 pm on July 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hound dogs, insanity,   

    Hound Dogs 

    Hound dogs clawing at the walls in my mind

    Trying to unleash

    My hidden thoughts

    Things that don’t make sense

    Things that should be confined

    Perversion, cruelty, deceit,

    Evil doings,

    Simply sick contraptions


    The hounds never seem to let up

    Their claws go deeper

    Their vicious growl goes louder

    The walls are weak

    They crumble beneath their paws


    Set free

    To wreak havoc

    In an already unstable mind


    They hunt,

    They prey

    For the next spot of weakness

    Until there is nothing more to devour

    Until the emptiness

    Swallows me

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