GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Sea Eye

My SongA self-deprecating narcissist, I criticize my egotism. The paradox of my paradise, in which we all live- The paradox of my paradise, in which I live alone…My Song
Inhaling, Exhaling, Wheezing, Coughing, Sputtering out words lined with spit, Each saliva drenched syllable covered with passion, My mind is a story meant for all to hear. My opinion matters to nobody except myself, Yet all ears should prick at the sound of my voice.
The world revolves around me, Me…my charitable self, Selfishly giving and spreading my love. Love me. Love to hate me. Just don’t hate me. &


Short Short ShortIt's suicide baby, he mumbled as the icecubes gently clinked against the inside of his glass. Don't get mixed up with me, I'm no good for you, you're a nice girl, it'll be suicide.Short Short Short
I just smiled at him. I couldn't think of a better way to die.
He tasted like Kahlua. The hangover was worth it.


Old School Poem...for MoniDipping my toe into the waterOld School Poem...for Moni
Not yet ready to take the dive The rocks at the bottom of this cliff could be sharp
They could rip me apart to less than I am now Thrashing through violent waters I could lose my will to live
It might be too much for me to handle
The struggle might make all hope vanish
I see others dive in before me
Saying that taking the plunge is a thrill The water is so clear they all say
The pebbles at the bottom smooth and round
Yet I still wait


This Time of Year - odangoi...There wasn't anything particularly special about the grey December afternoon that Sasha and Devante met. Devante had been sitting at a table beside a window in a small café in downtown Phoenix, a mug of hot cocoa warming his hands through his gloves as he watched the people walk up and down the street. The Vince Guaraldi Trio’s rendition of “O Tannenbaum” was playing though the building, and a woman wearing a Santa hat was outside the door ringing a bell for the Salvation Army, collecting what others didn’t want so that those who had nothing could have their Christmas just a little brighter. The door opened for the seventeenth time and he looThis Time of Year - odangoi...
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"this is agony, wanting you the way i do.."
"dipped in chocolate, your personality doesn't seem so bad"
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"Gravity isn't responsible for people falling in Love", Albert Einstein...
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I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy too drunk to even talk
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"Gravity isn't responsible for people falling in Love", Albert Einstein...
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