(even though my sister can drive me insane, and there's a stark no fluffy pet rule, and next year I need to worry about bills too)


nine year old got it rightWhen I got to school and heard all of these words that didn't mean anything to menine year old got it right
yet they upset little girls and made little boys sulk or hit each other; I started to realise that I was different.
I'd been brought up to believe
while that children had a mummy and daddy, not all kids are lucky enough to have everyone in the same house
(they had a cool house to go visit
and often went on roller coasters more than I did, but I didn't mind because we all sat around the table
and talked about our day)
and some


this muchYou asked me how much I love you;this much
reflex, my arms leapt outwards stretching and pulling on my muscles; then retracted a few inches, closing the gap between my palms a little.
I love you this much
I replied, watching your eyes fixate on the
shrunken estimation of the bond we have
and this gap here, is how I will grow to
love you more on our coming years


greetingsI stay untilgreetings
the cloud passes, staring.
In the safety of my garden,
bare feet on concrete,
summer rain falls across my emerald eyes.
I see him as a water droplet
freely dancing in the clouds;
seeing the world like he never did, ready to drop on all of our noses in one
last gesture of affection
now that he
can remember who we are.


'okay'My skin is the epitome of my strength, everything contained beneath is held in the shape of a human body'okay'
even when inside it's
crumbled like cookie dough
with too much flour; falling through a sieve
on to the floor with a crash
so loud that maybe the shock of the noise could keep him alive just a little bit longer.


Love Poem For Ugly People+Love Poem For Ugly People
I don't like your whiskers. I don't like the way you say my name as if it is ripping through muscle. I don't like it that you're ugly. I don't sleep with ugly people. Ugliness in small animals makes
you want to hold them, as if you can shove beauty into a thing
just by squeezing until you can feel rib and organ. Ugliness in
you is your nose like a peninsula. Your hair like Spanish moss.
I promised you a love poem because I kissed you out of pity
and you asked me for a love poem. But I can't do


OverwhelmedBefore I know what to write I put my pen to paper. I close my eyes. I think of your brilliant smile and your eye contact. I remember the way your middle finger pressed into my spine and slid. I replay all the laughter (more of that than anything). I relive every kiss, every hand held, every embrace and every emotion.Overwhelmed
I love you. Maybe I should write that. I decide against it.
I close my eyes.
I begin to think of what you want. (not me) I remember the times you told me where you wa
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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"I'm no fucking Buddhist, but this is enlightenment"
I haven't been active, but I am going to be again, on a new account.
~aphiddeziak
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I hate signatures.
They're fucking lame.
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013510 Poke 16389, 346
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Dum spiro spero.
"You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."
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002110 Goto 013500
013500 Peek 16388, 236
013510 Poke 16389, 346
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Dum spiro spero.
"You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."
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