Welcome to my page o' poetry. I don't care if you don't like it, cause it's mine.

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You fuck.
I can't believe you'd think that.
I thought we trusted each other
cared for each other
loved each other
After all we've been through together
People leaving
families fighting
friendships crashing down
like the marble towers of Rome
Yet you doubt me?
Did I not hold you
every day
after your surgery?
(which no one believes you ever needed)
Did I not cry with you
when Brian
passed away?
(even if I had never even met him)
Did I not
give up all my time
and friends
to be with you?
(thanks, guys, for sticking by me)
And you still
Have the audacity to believe
I would cheat on you?
Fuck you.
I loved you.
**********-April 20, 2000

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You stunk
Of relationships gone bad
Yet after all those girlfriends
I still wanted to be with you
Why? I hated being another statistic
(another number in your little black book)
I hated the way
you made me feel;
So little in front of my friends.
How talking to
a member of the opposite sex
constituted flirting.
How everything was a double standard.
I hated the pain
you put me through
when you dumped me
for my best friend.
(Although,
I must admit,
it felt DAMN good
when you came crawling back,
crying,
4 days later)
I hated the restrictions
you put on me
What I could wear
Where I could go
What I could do
I hated how you yelled at me
almost every single day
And that time you almost broke my wrists
for talking to Todd?
I fucking hated that too
Why'd I stay with you?
Because I loved you
And now?
Now
I love
to hate you.
**********- April 20, 2000

Gas Chamber
It looks so soft
Drifting towards me
Green and delicate
Creeping, flowing, swirling
Reminding me of an early morning fog
Sweeping around me
Closing in
Inhibiting my breathing
Squeezing my life
to death

**********- April 21-ish

Running
Hard
Panting
Sweating
Sweating
Falling...
Up! Up!
Run!
Pushing forward
Sprinting
Missing
the bus

**********- April 22-ish

Faces
Frozen in time
Her and her big hair
Me and my braces
Good times, those were
That was the day
she bought the platform shoes
that she bet she would end up
breaking her ankle in
That was the day
we got the phone numbers
of the hots guys
from outta town
That was the day
the drunk driver
jumped the curb
and hit our bus
That was the day
she left me
all alone
in this scary world
With only a black and white photo
of our faces
frozen in time

**********- April 25th

(this was from an automatic writing exercise in Creative Writing class.. someone brought in a prompt - a black and white photo of them and a friend from one of those mall booths - and this is the product of it!)

Sitting
All alone
In the afternoon sunlight
Staring
Gazing
Out of the window
At the snow covered fields.
A bird chirps near by
And she turns her head
Towards the beautiful noise
Her whiskers twitch
Flick
And she is ready to pounce.
Then, suddenly,
She returns
To sitting on the sill

-April 28

(this was another automatic writing exercise - a photo of a cat in a window)