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These are poems and short stories or just crazy stuff that i wrote. there will be more added when i feel like typing. 6-28-99 Imagine opening a door and
watching a million little red hearts with arms and legs
running after you with brooms in their hands only to
tackle you and sweep your face off onto the floor. Now
the floor is smileing at you. Your wondering where your
face went, you look up and notice that you're standing on
your eyebrow, And you have no face. For some reason you
now have wings, green ones. They don't quite fit your
body. The are very large but seem to work because you're
having no problem flying around, that is intill some guy
try's to swat at you. Your pink and an inch tall and your
wondering why you cant breathe at the bottom of the
toilet where the man placed your body drowning. Everyting
gets dark and you're a superstar. You're glowing. And I
can't move my arms or my legs, their pinned to the wood,
ouch my head, thorns poking. People are staring at me,
praying other men are stabbing me with spears, ahh I
still can't move. You see me, im everywhere and I died
today, and floating and I did it for you. And what?
Omigod its over the light is shinning on you and your
puking your eyes, you can see yourself your scared and im
their im holding you. And all along it was I. Except now
im amazed at you, your beautie, at the image you leave in
my mind when im alone. At the feeling I get when im
around you. I hold my head high but you still seem to
tower above me. In an adverse reality we would rein and
royalty would be are heritage. I would sit next to you
and smile with pride and we would live in a castle.
"Some day when time permits, we will have our
castle" 7-6-98 Every body's got something to say
but nobodies talking. 7-15-98 I thought I knew, 11-27-97 The thoughts at hand, 12-9-96 I realize I'm not you, that's why
I'm me. 9-9-96 Alone in my mind I could not find
where I was going, 11-15-98 I hold my head,
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