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A Demolition Lover's Poetry

Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Your Ghost.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Posts: 440
January 23rd, 2009 at 05:17pm
Ohmy, I love the last two lines.
"That fork in the road, Never loved him much"
Fantasticc! great work!
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Posts: 33
January 25th, 2009 at 05:35pm
We're So Confusing.

We're so innocent that it's just criminal.
We're so different that it's all the same.

We're so labeled that we're unrecorded.
We're so numbered that we're off the charts.

We're so harmless that we're too dangerous.
We're so stupid that we're intelligent.

We're so conditioned that we're uncontrollable.
And when unharnessed, we stay in line.

We're so self-centred that we're on the edge.
We're so departed that we've almost returned.

We're so confusing that we're easy to read.
We're so depressing that we're always happy.

We're so charming that we're positively rude,
And we're so sensible that we've just gone insane.