Well Aren't I A Pretentious Little Twit
| Author | Message |
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| blow Bleeding on the Floor  Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1137 | 4. I am not pretty I am not pretty I am not pretty Here I am just kneeling Staring at the ceiling Praying to God for some healing Here I am just kneeling I am not pretty I am not pretty Here I am just sitting With an image that is splitting My flaws I am admitting Here I am just sitting I am not pretty I am not pretty Here I am just standing With a visage so demanding My looks like such a branding Here I am just standing I am not pretty I am not pretty Here I am just waking In my soul there is an aching Now my confidence is breaking Here I am just waking I am not pretty I am not pretty Here I am just seeing From the truth I am not fleeing And what I find is freeing Finally I am seeing I am not pretty I am not pretty I am just saying it aloud Rising from beneath a shroud I will not be cowed I am just saying it aloud I am not pretty I am not pretty I am beautiful. |
| blow Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1137 | I haven't posted anything on here in a very long time, but I stopped by here recently and thought what the heck. NOLA, baby's got me Still there, that reminder. That blue X. Checked 9/15 says the upper section. To the left are the initials FWSPCA, the right tells me 2, and the bottom states boldly: black lab – dead. That’s my life. Spelled out in four quadrants of spray paint. My house, four empty walls, busted in windows, an unhinged door. And I’m lucky, my neighbor is an empty lot; a few pieces of gravel are what’s left of the foundation. Empty lots, that’s the whole block, and this is luck. I came back. Back to my blue X and my dead ones. Back to my four walls. Back to my home. No time to mope, that blue X sighs. Those four walls fall to the ground, and erected in their place is a yellow timber skeleton. It’s joints don’t creak like the old one did, but this one breathes, the other one was dead. Dead like my old life, this is a second life, a new start. I don’t got them, but I got me. Like I said, I’m lucky. |
| blow Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1137 | A Bowl of Macaroni Hunger. Yellow macaroni. Glass bowl. Fork. Mouth. Stomach. Full. |
| blow Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1137 | unfinished. ------- Devil take my soul, From my breast withdraw the whole. Satan keep it safe, Away from harm, away from hurt. Satan keep it close Stay on guard, stay alert. Fallen angels walk with me ------- |
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