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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:31:47 GMT -5
night fucker you sleep with legs wide open perverting your nudity wearing only socks while you sleep sliding yourself over satin sheets skin and silk you molest the night with your dreams of sex that feel real and you silently moan from the dream realm into reality into the echo of an empty room with a white shillouhette of darkness lying in the night with legs wide open
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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:38:52 GMT -5
oh randomness, please save me from myself page of white, uncleanse yourself i need brutality,the force of a tongue your face, the hair on your face, i need you you have permission to kiss me that way whenever you please dont ask me. i want you to invade me and when we meet again ill get your digits i felt you bulging i was holding you so tight why do your eyes penetrate me like that i feel naked before you you make me feel dirty. you make me like feeling dirty we were a special sillouhette standing in that open building taking innocence from bedrooms before anyone else had a chance if talk is cheap it makes no difference your words make the difference between the silence and the breaths and the was i sat transfixed in your stares between your purple underwear and mine you are a man and around you i am a lady.
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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:39:22 GMT -5
when you are cold inside a jumper wont help you and a cigarette will decieve you when pain isnt apparent to others but your moodswings are and verbalisation isnt comprehendable when you eat because you are bored and lonely and you want something you havent dreamed of yet when frustration is versing happiness and they come out even score...
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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:42:09 GMT -5
get away from inside from outside liquidize my cries run away from nothing from everything disguised i am not unbroken or severed im fine so why do i keep telling myself all these lies
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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:45:38 GMT -5
because i exist and the grass feels good between my toes, and when it goes down my throat. because this wind makes me feel, when it shrouds my skin and when i exhale from deep inside. because animals are innocent. because i hate everything about me but you dont know that, because i dont know that. my lie, is really my lie, or is it my reality. because i exist. and i love my self. because i loathe myself.
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Post by Sami. on Nov 12, 2004 1:48:34 GMT -5
paper. you are blank with blue lines and pink lines and measurements and you are the same as the other paper that you came with in the same packet witht he same lines and colours and measurements and you have nothing to say about it
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Leni
Native Of This Place
far too good looking to do the cooking
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Post by Leni on Nov 12, 2004 3:55:38 GMT -5
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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Nov 12, 2004 5:26:34 GMT -5
Fucking hell Sam. That's awesome ;D
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Post by Sunborn on Nov 12, 2004 11:44:24 GMT -5
i hope it all goes well sammie... i really do
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Post by HappyAsAPenis on Nov 12, 2004 16:48:40 GMT -5
Who would know such a cute baby-faced girl could write such amazing poetry?! Lynn
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Post by camelianhermitcrab on Nov 12, 2004 16:54:17 GMT -5
beautiful
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Post by Sami. on Nov 13, 2004 1:44:45 GMT -5
this isnt for creative purposes its a true story of love, about two people who are very real.
a slow man and a lady who was deaf
he saw her at the pub and wanted to talk to her and then he saw her friend use sign language to talk to her and realised she was deaf so he went to learn sign and it cost him alot of money and it was quite frustrating for him to learn as he's not all there , but just when he was about to give up he'd see her down the street and soldier on so finally he felt confident enough in himself and in his sign to approach her - and he started signing to her "my name is paul and i really like you" it turned out that she could speak, it was ust that her friend and her were signing because i was too noisy in the pub for hem to hear eachother and they are married now. they dont have much money or anything but they are so happy and beautiful together
my friend greg told me this story, its about two people that go into the store he works at all the time, when he told me i cried.
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Post by NobodyWeirdLikeMe on Nov 13, 2004 5:52:10 GMT -5
I love the poetry-it is so moving and beautiful. And the story is so sweet too
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Post by Sami. on Nov 13, 2004 8:26:55 GMT -5
well thankou, i cant take credit for the story , because that is actually the real happenings of someone elses life...the writins are my own..i only write true things..true to my heart or people im cloe to.
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Post by Candy Apple Grey on Nov 14, 2004 0:32:35 GMT -5
your writing is beautful and amazing. Thanks for sharing them, sam
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Post by Sami. on Nov 14, 2004 0:41:55 GMT -5
thankyou all for your kind words ;D ;D
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Post by Swanflea on Nov 16, 2004 10:09:16 GMT -5
Your writings are very nice, Sam. And the story is wonderful, I hope they'll be very happy for a long time.
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