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Her eyes are hollow
yet filled with doubt
One can wonder, How she
gets around; With indecision
in her mind, and no solid
ground

No one cares about "hit 'n runs" anymore

not even Pooh

Permission

Tell me I can like you
so that i can later love you

Tell me I don't have to feel bad
for wanting to get close you

Tell me it's not all
in my head

Tell me I'm not reading
mixed signals

Tell me you aren't like
the others

Tell me you're not
full of shit

Even you can't do any
of the above

Tell me i can hold you
close to me
just for one minute

Open

you can
continue
to close your eyes

I will open mine
and see
death,
destruction,
youth slightly decaying,
the old being forgotten

Losing the religion
we were raised with
that condemned us to hell
for breathing
for dying
for loving

Greed has
turned this place
ugly
desolate
and desperate

They sell us
puppies
babies
sex

Then they say
its our
parents fault
we turned out this way

Se le Olvido

Se le olvido
Que un dia
me dijo
te quiero

Que hace
dos años
cumpli 18

que hace 12
que no me
compra zapatos

que año tras año
me entra la depresion

Que se me
va el corazon
cuando oigo
el telefono
sonar

Y el unico que
me habla
es un triste
cobrador..

Las Magaritas No Tienen La Culpa

Ya estoy cansada
de pasarme noches enteras
deshojando margaritas

Porque las pobres
no tienen la culpa
Que yo haga trampa
Y tu no me quieras

Solas se marchitan
al verme cerca
de el arbusto
Que llaman hogar

Ya no saben
si decirme mentiras
que yo quiero oír
para que las deje en paz

Oh decirme la verdad
Que al oírla de seguro
Me rompería el corazón

I'm listening to...

I'm listening to music from my summer of Not Caring. The Summer when I was free and I roamed the land. When it didn't manner that I single, because i had my self. The summer when i had my buzz. All i needed was batteries and three bucks for a day pass. Now days its not that simple.

Oooomph!

I need Oomph!
Yes, that's what I need i'm stuck in the endless monotony of doing the same thing on an everyday basis. Quite frankly that has to change. I need to jump start my life. I need fun and excitement. I want to be in love with myself, to feel butterflies in my stomach. I want to run, and feel the wind through my hair. I want to be YOUNG.

Writers Block

It's been weeks
since I've written

nothing comes to mind
an empty slate

and then I noticed
i wasn't in love

and no one loved me
I noticed my depression

I'm just a pastime for bored minds
and even those don't stick for a while