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About Me Member Emotional Poet PrettyPoetess200624/Female/United States

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Last Minute Calling

I walked into the door, into a classroom full of strangers, and I sat erect. Thinking to myself, “feed me language, teach me something that sinks below the divinity of abstract thoughts.” I waited, rendering my time, spending my money on virtual seconds wasted. I never paid attention, I never looked hard enough. We spoke, simply at first, about nothing. Your art, the class, answers to questions
no one could really sort, no matter how lengthy the meaning, no matter how long the sentence. We joked after that, only half way sometimes, I was ill-tempered at some things

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ScrutinyI hate your scrutiny, the feeling of your big eyes eating me up alive. Roaming turquoise spheres, wild with personal, pent-up thoughts.
What are you visualizing in me?
That underneath my bra my breasts aren’t all that big. That my words seem inadequately strong yet I’m physically so weak a mere shake might break my facade of “tough girl.”
Your baby blues dart up and down, drinking me all the way in
then you spit me out with your “I’m really too cool for you” smile and leave me relieved, yet repulsed while you strut away, Scrutiny
by ~PrettyPoetess2006

DisconnectionYou mark me so effortlessly off your list of the better half of your “has been’s”
upon the total basis of my sensitivity. Well excuse me here because I don’t reek of bland mediocrity.
I admit, I never harbored intentions of being your ever-lasting number one, but in the loathsome reverie of a few kisses, and the fondling of your hands across my heart, as well as my upper torso the signals must have somehow got crossed.
I never expected to sit here awaiting in impatience, angry isolation, surrendered hope of your phone call, or at least an instant mess Disconnection
by ~PrettyPoetess2006

The Grace of GoodbyeCome visit me by the midnight moon, my love with passion burning in your blue eyes, and infallible words of forever spilling forth from your hungry, parted lips. Speak to me in strange tongues of
tangible tell-tale signs that all-consuming thoughts of me, my smile, my virgin woes kept you from your sleep last night.
Touch me truly with your tenderness, my love, entangle your fingers in my own, a warm caress a calculated touch, collected and concurrent with all the sweet nothings your smile holds captive. Bring your face to fall lightly upon my own The Grace of Goodbye
by ~PrettyPoetess2006

He'll Never Love MeI sat in silence, writhing in passion from his phone call. My heart said it was all some misconception. But the rising tides of my passions poison told me I could not just leave him alone. He meant more to me than just a part-time fling, although his minuscule words spoke volumes to the fact that a passing piece of lust is all I could ever be to him. So after he leaves tonight I’ll blow out the candles, and close my curtains to the truth that he’ll never love me. He'll Never Love Me
by ~PrettyPoetess2006

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The WindowThe Window
The window, and I was staring in. The rain pounded on the glass Telling where I’d been.
And all the light refracted And all your friends, they acted. The window, and I was staring in.
The music, the window let it out The rain poured on the stained-glass pane, Hid what the music was about.
You raised your glass and took a drink, The rain filled my mouth to toast, I think. The wine, and I was staring in.
The dance, I watched as it began The rain pirouetted down around me And I saw you take his hand.    The Window
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Nothing Lasts Forever v2
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The Reason For These MasksThese walls encompass me Holding me prisoner In my dark land of shadows Where nothing is ever real
the world is full of false hopes And broken dreams Where words cut the heart Like a jagged piece of glass Thrust upon my flesh By hatred and ignorance
And as you sit there, throwing your words And wearing your masks My soul bleeds red lust Yet tender love for the man with faces Faces made to fool the foolish And lie to the liar
Masks of hurt and masks of pain Masks I wish I had to hide myself So plain and translu The Reason For These Masks
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Whatever You Want To Call This...

Mon Dec 6, 2004, 10:08 PM

I am rather depressed tonight, as if you couldn't tell by the poem I submitted.

Call me "unstable" or whatever word you fancy, but sometimes I just don't see the point. In trying, in school, in relationships that inevitably are doomed to end before they begin, in pain or in happiness, in falling in love, in hating, or in grief. These are just a bunch of things that in the end prove to be meaningless, a waste of time, wasted air, a wasted life.

Excuse me for not being perfect, excuse me for not exactly enjoying "loneliness," excuse me if sometimes I need to express emotions, or vise versa, excuse me if I am my own persona and my morals and beliefs are in disagreement with your own. Excuse me for trying to be my own person...isn't that everyone's ultimate goal in life?

There is no understanding for me, your eyes only hold indifference and hatred. Don't persecute me for not being your divine dream, instead just walk away. My sole purpose of existence isn't to please you. I can't even please myself....I have never had that ability. Ever.

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Current Residence: United States
Interests: Poetry, Writing, Reading, The Sims
Favourite movie: Bridget Jones Diary
Favourite band or musician: Sarah McLachlan, Avril Lavigne, Venessa Carlton, Dishwalla, Lifehouse, Fuel, Everclear
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Favourite cartoon character: a power puff girl
Personal Quote: "If you don't like me, chances are I don't like you either..."
Tools of the Trade: Poetry, Prose, Writing...the like.