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  • 21 questions

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on June 26, 2007
    And i guess it's okay to guess when the answers not so clear. And when after waiting all i get is a wasted year. And i guess it's okay to guess when you don't know if it's guessing or not. And i guess everything i knew wasn't what i thought. I guess I guess i guess I just spun my perspectives around And i guess i guess i guess I just turned a little bit and came face to face with the ground. I guess i guess people just didn't care and i guess i guess someone's going to be wondering what the hell's wrong with me. And i guess it's okay to guess when the answers not so clear. And when after waiting all i get is a wasted year. And i guess it's okay to guess when you don't know if it's guessing or not. And i guess everything i knew wasn't what i thought.
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  • Concrete Angels.

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on May 12, 2007
    Now ten stories high Not but concrete below The bellows of the pedestrians The squawks of the crows The eyes are staring The ears listening to calls The sirens are coming The children are screaming “don’t fall” They’ve spotted me In all my pride One foot on the railing leaning over the side The sirens are coming The police are running up the stairs The silence is deafening If I fall I don’t think they’d really care I’m now stepping over My arms are spread out The women are screaming I have no last second doubts I feel a sudden impact I see myself as what I want to be My senses are failing Black is all that I can see Now that I have fallen That light never did come I lie now in the darkness I guess this would be karma to some.
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  • Cry Baby.

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 22, 2007
    Cry baby, cry. Your an emotional mess Cry baby, cry. I couldn't care less Cry baby, cry. Till' you can't cry no more Cry baby, cry. It's all you were good for.
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  • I decided I'd leave you alone.

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 22, 2007
    Metal or leather it all blends together In your sport of choice The weather is oh so much better Now that you've taken the chance.
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  • Locker Room Secrets(not finished)

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 22, 2007
    Bigger or better Alone or together You never stood a chance Wait till you see her She's a sight to see Hung by her neck By hooks and by chains...
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  • Kisses between best friends(not finished)

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 21, 2007
    I have no rythm everyone says it lies within I think that's just a bunch of bullshit No matter what the result In never comes to an end You never fooled me with Your words in bold print THE END and CONTINUED never worked You never got the hint Your commas and quotes Never ending metaphors I never misunderstood a thing But pretending was all I was good at Lying came second best But acting was just a close third Appologizing never came easy No matter what the reason Maybe being better never was the best My act of treason Was really only a test.
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  • Hospital after all

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 09, 2007
    Chain her to the floor Don’t let her go Stand up now You can take the blow! Bars on the ceilings Or is it the walls? Polka dotted sheets Or is it white after all? There’s faces all around All covered in dirt I can’t hear a sound No, no doctor I don’t want it to hurt. Confinement hits you straight in the face Leaving behind bloody marks The walls are filled with wolves The bath tubs are full of sharks There’s vents on the floors Spitting blood all over your shoes The nurses are whispering secrets In your ears until your face turns blue Your hair seems to be gone As well as your face Your arms are falling apart Your sides are tied with lace. Needles in your back, your arms They’re all around All you can hear is alarms And the sounds of the blood rushing in and out. The people are screaming There seems to be something wrong Their leader Is dying Serenading like a song The children are running Running around The women are singing Singing aloud All I can do is sit straight ahead Make up what the terror would be like in my head Keep the ribbon tight round my neck And keep my eyes on the prize like you always said The nurses are staring in utter delight At our squeamish faces What a treacherous sight Them tying the patients legs in laces all but tight Keeping the pain to an upmost slight.
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  • I never lost

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 09, 2007
    It’s when I’m just standing there It’s when I simply stare It’s when I’m leaving you all alone It’s when we are dead down to the marrow of the bone The slight movement of your hand I would shutter at the thought Of our hands moving Even farther apart Falling down Not at all far from the ground Grabbing on to the air For more than was ever there The sky seemed to darken Along with the birds The people may wonder But actions speak louder then words I took a shot or two in the dark But honey I never lost The boys and the girls The boys and the girls From all over the no where world All the poems we wrote are all edged up in furls Taken in ships Drained of all thought Left all alone Nothing but memories were brought.
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  • The Doll Collector

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 09, 2007
    Glass eyes Floating through my mind Extenuating All the poems and rhymes Moving mouths no hands in sight The things you would see In the middle of the night Chips and splinters The wood runs out Porcelain faces Be careful don’t shout The faces staring The wandering eyes They want you darling But no your mine The people They don’t actually care They can say it But could never hold your stare The hands they move The mouths they scream The children are taken Your life is worth more then it may seem The outfits are innocent The faces creep me out They’re no longer lying They’re out and about The children Seem to be amazed The men are confused The women all but dazed Your tongue is precious Your blood is sweet Your skin so gentle What a treacherous treat The stares they linger The lies they stare Your throat is bleeding Lost from the air.
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  • Theatre Performance

    by xSaveTheLastDancex on April 09, 2007
    Everyday I find more reasons And everyday it makes more sense You may understand But you’ll never really care if I do or not You may stand and listen But you’ll never enjoy And you may sit and watch But you’ve never once joined in on the applause
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