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May I post a poem in here? I don't want to be presumptuous. | |
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Feel free. | |
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starkitty said: I don't want to be presumptuous.
It's fine. | |
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July said: starkitty said: I don't want to be presumptuous.
It's fine. I should presume you folks want to read my writing? | |
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I'm crumbling under the pressure.
Maybe I'm changing my mind. | |
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starkitty said: I'm crumbling under the pressure.
Maybe I'm changing my mind. Why don't you put it in the arts forum? | |
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althom said: starkitty said: I'm crumbling under the pressure.
Maybe I'm changing my mind. Why don't you put it in the arts forum? Space for sale... | |
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NO DON'T DO IT, HORRIBLE THINGS WILL HAPPEN!!!! | |
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Anxiety said: NO DON'T DO IT, HORRIBLE THINGS WILL HAPPEN!!!!
If dat's reverse psychology...it could well work... No hablo espanol,no!
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien... "Come into my world..." Missy Quote of da Month: "yeah, sure, that's cool...wait WHAT?! " | |
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If she posts that poem, WE WILL ALL BE DOOMED. | |
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althom said: starkitty said: I'm crumbling under the pressure.
Maybe I'm changing my mind. Why don't you put it in the arts forum? Why don't you show me your underwear? Tit for tat. | |
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I have decided to post it, HERE (ahem althom).
I hope you enjoy it while it's here, I'll most likely edit later. brb | |
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speak.
little things can make you feel crazy i know i'm not crazy sometimes i amaze me for 5 whole days impatient i wait break it down into hours one twenty, you're late break it down into minutes if i were inclined seven thousand two hundred still fogging my mind break it down into seconds each tick i endure three hundred thirty two thousand no less, no more the tallies go up with more silence from you but i wait for i know what pushing will do so i wait so i wait i wait because there is no choice this waiting would cease with the sound of your voice but you don't even email, page or call i beg for your scraps, i'd take any and all still silence you know what's crazy? crazy would be getting in my car, driving hundreds of miles to see your face in the flesh what's crazier still we've not physically met i don't know if we will still we've connected hard, deep and strong you woke something in me that slumbered so long then to you, it felt wrong your passion and desire to guilty conscience gave way i wanted you to stay i want you to stay but you're gone. five days now turning to six the silence is deafening these seconds, their ticks little things make me crazy like a ton of email but none from the one channeled to no avail remember the days you could not get enough? maybe my shine wore off or my edges got rough or you found something else to occupy your time so i cling to the past and in my head press rewind trying my damndest to ignore this glacier in my chest ripping out from the inside alone in my mess little things make me crazy the falling of night analyzation, semantics who's wrong, who's right the five becomes six the distance becomes real these tears become me this hurt does not heal little things make me crazy i'm pondering the sore i would rip this wound open pray you infect me once more to my bones, to my core but you're not here anymore so i count seconds, minutes, hours, days resigned to the ways time and silence persist to faze me that you continue to amaze me and you still drive me crazy. 5-30-03 | |
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Coooool... No hablo espanol,no!
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien... "Come into my world..." Missy Quote of da Month: "yeah, sure, that's cool...wait WHAT?! " | |
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starkitty said: speak.
little things can make you feel crazy i know i'm not crazy sometimes i amaze me for 5 whole days impatient i wait break it down into hours one twenty, you're late break it down into minutes if i were inclined seven thousand two hundred still fogging my mind break it down into seconds each tick i endure three hundred thirty two thousand no less, no more the tallies go up with more silence from you but i wait for i know what pushing will do so i wait so i wait i wait because there is no choice this waiting would cease with the sound of your voice but you don't even email, page or call i beg for your scraps, i'd take any and all still silence you know what's crazy? crazy would be getting in my car, driving hundreds of miles to see your face in the flesh what's crazier still we've not physically met i don't know if we will still we've connected hard, deep and strong you woke something in me that slumbered so long then to you, it felt wrong your passion and desire to guilty conscience gave way i wanted you to stay i want you to stay but you're gone. five days now turning to six the silence is deafening these seconds, their ticks little things make me crazy like a ton of email but none from the one channeled to no avail remember the days you could not get enough? maybe my shine wore off or my edges got rough or you found something else to occupy your time so i cling to the past and in my head press rewind trying my damndest to ignore this glacier in my chest ripping out from the inside alone in my mess little things make me crazy the falling of night analyzation, semantics who's wrong, who's right the five becomes six the distance becomes real these tears become me this hurt does not heal little things make me crazy i'm pondering the sore i would rip this wound open pray you infect me once more to my bones, to my core but you're not here anymore so i count seconds, minutes, hours, days resigned to the ways time and silence persist to faze me that you continue to amaze me and you still drive me crazy. 5-30-03 That was awesome. | |
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Thank you for reading it. | |
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starkitty said: althom said: Why don't you put it in the arts forum? Why don't you show me your underwear? Tit for tat. | |
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starkitty said: speak.
little things can make you feel crazy i know i'm not crazy sometimes i amaze me for 5 whole days impatient i wait break it down into hours one twenty, you're late break it down into minutes if i were inclined seven thousand two hundred still fogging my mind break it down into seconds each tick i endure three hundred thirty two thousand no less, no more the tallies go up with more silence from you but i wait for i know what pushing will do so i wait so i wait i wait because there is no choice this waiting would cease with the sound of your voice but you don't even email, page or call i beg for your scraps, i'd take any and all still silence you know what's crazy? crazy would be getting in my car, driving hundreds of miles to see your face in the flesh what's crazier still we've not physically met i don't know if we will still we've connected hard, deep and strong you woke something in me that slumbered so long then to you, it felt wrong your passion and desire to guilty conscience gave way i wanted you to stay i want you to stay but you're gone. five days now turning to six the silence is deafening these seconds, their ticks little things make me crazy like a ton of email but none from the one channeled to no avail remember the days you could not get enough? maybe my shine wore off or my edges got rough or you found something else to occupy your time so i cling to the past and in my head press rewind trying my damndest to ignore this glacier in my chest ripping out from the inside alone in my mess little things make me crazy the falling of night analyzation, semantics who's wrong, who's right the five becomes six the distance becomes real these tears become me this hurt does not heal little things make me crazy i'm pondering the sore i would rip this wound open pray you infect me once more to my bones, to my core but you're not here anymore so i count seconds, minutes, hours, days resigned to the ways time and silence persist to faze me that you continue to amaze me and you still drive me crazy. 5-30-03 Is this about me? | |
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althom said: starkitty said: speak.
little things can make you feel crazy i know i'm not crazy sometimes i amaze me for 5 whole days impatient i wait break it down into hours one twenty, you're late break it down into minutes if i were inclined seven thousand two hundred still fogging my mind break it down into seconds each tick i endure three hundred thirty two thousand no less, no more the tallies go up with more silence from you but i wait for i know what pushing will do so i wait so i wait i wait because there is no choice this waiting would cease with the sound of your voice but you don't even email, page or call i beg for your scraps, i'd take any and all still silence you know what's crazy? crazy would be getting in my car, driving hundreds of miles to see your face in the flesh what's crazier still we've not physically met i don't know if we will still we've connected hard, deep and strong you woke something in me that slumbered so long then to you, it felt wrong your passion and desire to guilty conscience gave way i wanted you to stay i want you to stay but you're gone. five days now turning to six the silence is deafening these seconds, their ticks little things make me crazy like a ton of email but none from the one channeled to no avail remember the days you could not get enough? maybe my shine wore off or my edges got rough or you found something else to occupy your time so i cling to the past and in my head press rewind trying my damndest to ignore this glacier in my chest ripping out from the inside alone in my mess little things make me crazy the falling of night analyzation, semantics who's wrong, who's right the five becomes six the distance becomes real these tears become me this hurt does not heal little things make me crazy i'm pondering the sore i would rip this wound open pray you infect me once more to my bones, to my core but you're not here anymore so i count seconds, minutes, hours, days resigned to the ways time and silence persist to faze me that you continue to amaze me and you still drive me crazy. 5-30-03 Is this about me? believe me its not all about you | |
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althom said: starkitty said: I'm crumbling under the pressure.
Maybe I'm changing my mind. Why don't you put it in the arts forum? Fascist! | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: althom said: Why don't you put it in the arts forum? Fascist! What? | |
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althom said: JDINTERACTIVE said: Fascist! What? That poem is sooo about me and not you. | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: althom said: What? That poem is sooo about me and not you. Naaaaahhhhh.....I don't think so girlfriend! | |
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althom said: JDINTERACTIVE said: That poem is sooo about me and not you. Naaaaahhhhh.....I don't think so girlfriend! like, whatever sister. | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: althom said: Naaaaahhhhh.....I don't think so girlfriend! like, whatever sister. Huh ah! Don't go there girl! | |
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Cool poem, starkitty. Very good. | |
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TheFrog said: Cool poem, starkitty. Very good.
Thank you Froggy. althom's so vain. I bet he thinks that poem's about him. | |
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starkitty said: TheFrog said: Cool poem, starkitty. Very good.
Thank you Froggy. althom's so vain. I bet he thinks that poem's about him. I know. It's clearly about me, but if people will assume it's them then so be it. | |
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TheFrog said: starkitty said: Thank you Froggy. althom's so vain. I bet he thinks that poem's about him. I know. It's clearly about me, but if people will assume it's them then so be it. I was hoping to keep that on the hush, but I'm cool with it if you are. NEVER PUT ME THROUGH THAT ANGUISH AGAIN. Or do. It makes for inspired writing. | |
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JDINTERACTIVE said: althom said: What? That poem is sooo about me and not you. What a quandary... | |
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