Rituals.

I'm the type of person who supports others. And I've always thought that to do that, I'd have to be standing on solid ground. So I never worried about getting support for myself. But I'm starting to get the feeling that I'm standing on ice. And it's beginning to thaw.

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(like why my father had to die) A glorious creature Of strength and vitality Of youth and fertility Of wisdom And stupidity A pool A shallow A deep and thriving ecosystem Of wisdom Self-cohesive Self-sufficient Self-destructive Never let them see you sweat Or cry Or smoke and drink Never let them know You burnt it the first time You get on And off Better on your own Never let them believe in magical imps that Do their laundry Do their cooking Cleaning Baby tending Baby changing Never let them think… Just never let them think Remind them Players can be traded Or You can simply switch teams (It worked for your aunt) Ah, matron of my heart How your foolishness rings in my ears Like metal against the bars of your cell Like the telephone carrying your collect call Like the doorbell on the new house you bought your lawyer Because the thing you forgot to tell me The thing you forgot to mention is Always Get rid of The Gun.

Just because I'm not a bitch doesn't mean I can't kick the shit out of one.

I'm not a poet, I'm a novelist. I like to tell stories. They float around in my head and sometimes I think if I could just tell someone, if I could just get them out, then maybe I'd be okay again. But stories tell stories, no matter how much description and imagery I might include. However, sometimes imagery is all I want to say. That's why I write poetry. I just want to convey an image, not a message. So I'm sorry if I was overly defensive. But you wanted me to try and say something. And I just don't want to.

It's looking more and more like the end is coming. And I'm sorry for that. That I've put you through all this just to have nothing come to fruition. But not every mess can be cleaned up. Sometimes you just have to walk away and try for something better. Nothing's defined yet. There's time and chances and we'll hold our breath waiting to see if it will all crash down.

Why would you buy your child a toy called "Bratz" and then be surprised that it's also what they become? You people ("parents") are all idiots who shouldn't have children. Lacking common sense and morals but have the genetic disposition of a village idiot? THEN DON'T HAVE CHILDREN!!!!!

I realize that you have a busy schedule and life, far more so than mine. But I cleaned the entire apartment, then paid for and cooked an incredibly nice meal for four people. Complete with appetizer and wine. The least you could have done is more than one (small) load of dishes.

The Keys to Your Heart You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love. Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it. You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. What Are The Keys To Your Heart? You Are 50% Weird Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it! How Weird Are You? You scored as Disappear . Your death

The Cute Guy Sitting Nearby Pretty pink shirt Sitting next to me Pretty purple tie Sandwich eaten and thrown away Distress on your face Like you’ve forgotten something Like you’ve made a mistake Such short cropped hair Head in your hand Fiddling with you computer Hand over your mouth Scratching your neck So perplexed Keys and wallet On the table Out of sight Is it work? Or is it school? Fidget in your chair Making me fidget in mine Fascinating really Humans in general This effect you have Now you seem a little short I’m not too concerned Though I’d feel the same If you were a little too tall But you’re cute enough Seem nice enough To give you a chance Despite your height Or lack thereof It’s not in the look you know Common misconception It’s in the mannerisms Those catch my eyes Those make me spy (Sorry for the cheap rhyme) Brave pink shirt Dashing purple tie Blind Date Oh, how I would talk to you If I thought you would care If I thought you would look at me Instead of just seeing I f

Would you miss me when I was gone? With your shallow skin And your selfish soul Would you beg me to come home? With your empty rooms And you hollow walls Would you miss my presence? With your busy life And your lack of time I would stay if I thought I could survive. I would leave if I though I could survive. This world is heartless for you and me. No room to breathe. To move A tight little corner is all we are given Our lives spent staring at the same four walls. A box A refuge we wish to refuse So stable is the sand I have built my house upon Sticks and stones will all fall down When they have been pushed and pressed for so long Where is the love that I long for? The support that I seek No forgiveness for the weak No latitude for the strong Broken and alone But if I’ve never told you How could you ever know? And if you never saw it How could you ever see?

I don't want to be here.

When you're past the point of no return Which way do you go? Left or right No end in sight. The pain of the day is broken by sleep But sleep cannot solve And when you wake You're still lost. The misery of my position. The heartache of consideration. Flaws to admit. Mistakes to reveal. Swallowed by my sins. Forgiveness is a novelty of faith. Of which I have none. The fluid in my lungs will turn to ice My skin will burn Caught in a tornado of loss Buried in the sand What remnants can I cling to That will pull me through?

she will dance for you in this fairy tale hidden from the world hiding to the bone hanging by the throat bleeding from her eyes swallowed by the pride of another dying from the shame burning on her feet buried in the wind a flash of red a dash of spark locked eyes fascination and pain swaying hips captivated thoughts the beat she hears the beat you feel fire flickering between you so far away dancing alone ethereal skin bite your lip taste your tongue unfocused eyes elbows on knees head in hands sleeping while you're awake only way to dream slow it down one movement per lifetime puppet on its strings cut from her home left all alone shattered against the ground tears sting trace the lines of her face can't fake a smile can't bear to frown floating on the waves floating on her feet letters traced in air sewing lines that aren't there mark these words on her grave breaking free from the earth feet scatter dust as she dances alone

Would you like to know the most depressing thing in the world? We'd all like to think we're unique, the only ones who think the same way we do. But try getting a new screen name or e-mail address. And suddenly, you're not the only one. Think of the most obscure name you can think of. One that only means something to you. Oh, sorry. That's taken. Try one that has cultural significance and a meaning deeply imbedded in mythology. Nope. Taken. Oh, maybe just stick a number on the end of it. Gone. Unavailable. It's terribly depressing, isn't it? You're not unique. You're not special. Whatever you're thinking, someone else is too. And not only that, they thought of it first.

It's a very big disappointment to realize that some of the best intellectual discussions/arguments have all come from the mouth of a moron. Terribly sad. And it's not like I'm mad. It's not really that big of a deal, other than it means they're a jerk too. I'm just shaking my head, that's all. And reclassifying. Night.