I'm a hypocrite,
a liar,
a good girl.
Some people think I'm a gypsy,
a witch, a flower, a child, or both,
sometimes a miracle, sometimes a curse.
I reincarnate-
you can tell me which I am.
Inside me there is not blood,
but a river.
Water is old, it
never goes away.
I don't know where it's going.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know what pollutes it.
But I follow. I flow.
It hurts so deeply it transcends anger, sorrow, joy.
It is the kind of thing that will swallow me whole, and then
will turn on the world.
a liar,
a good girl.
Some people think I'm a gypsy,
a witch, a flower, a child, or both,
sometimes a miracle, sometimes a curse.
I reincarnate-
you can tell me which I am.
Inside me there is not blood,
but a river.
Water is old, it
never goes away.
I don't know where it's going.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know what pollutes it.
But I follow. I flow.
It hurts so deeply it transcends anger, sorrow, joy.
It is the kind of thing that will swallow me whole, and then
will turn on the world.
- Last seen on Nov 10 8:46 PM. Member since November 23, 2006.
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, and quote is "emotional stomachache/migraine/can't quite catch it in words". - I am a 18 year old girl from Connecticut (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about it..
- I am in the groups GSA Gay Straight Alliance, Writing 101
- I have 48 comments, 46 poems, 11 stories
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I was your age, according to your author info. It was actually the day after my thirteenth birthday, and ever being the conscientious stude
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“We artists, see, we’re an exceptional crowd,” murmurs Bee as he scrapes a can of paint across the tired wooden floor of his apartment and uses his Swiss Army knife to pop the lid open. 1
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Otto thrust his hands into the murky gray dishwater, reaching for the bottom of the deep-basined sink until his forearms were nearly submer1500 words, 9 comments, January 26
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700 words, January 26
My Poetry
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in in in
here it comes and settles in in in -
I am walking along the unsuspecting pavement
when it’s rudely pulled out from under me, leaving me to tread
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- War on Terror at allpoetry
He thought of all the times when
silence was choking; - i could kill for you at allpoetry
i could die for you
get into the swing of things and - Love and Thunderstorms at allpoetry
I am running from you, you know. I have been running from you Since the day your smile bore me, screaming and tiny, from the underwater womb
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XxXDreamWeaverXxX on February 12Cool page, I love the small poems up the top!
~Cat
