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Thursday, September 10, 2009

This Is The Death Of You.

Turn off the lights.
Crank up the music.
Lock the doors.
And get down to business.

You gone too far to go back now.
So go ahead,
Give into your addiction.
It'll be the last time you do.
So you'd better enjoy it.
Because this time
You're going to go too far.

You'll pour just a little too much.
You'll swallow one more than you should have.
And you'll go just a little too deep...

This is the death of you.
You chose your addiction
Over your life.
You knew what would happen
Once the monsters got a grasp on you.

Put it down.
Turn around.
Look up and just...


run.

English 2 Poem. "I am From.."

(I worn you, this is not a tale of butterflies.)


I am from a place where the sun didn't rise,
from silent goodbyes and redundant lies.
From the place most people despise.


I am from a home broken by divorce,

Where there was no hint of remorse.
From a place where everyone's heart was hoarse.


I am from abounding sleepless nights
Because of their endless fights.
From a place where nothing was right.


I am from a place that had parties everyday,

Where nobody was going the right way.
From a place I never wanted to stay.


I am from ruined vacations,
Low expectations.
And from bloodthirsty situations.


I am from a disintegrated hope,

Where I found different ways to cope.
From a place where I couldn't find the rope.

Lost Identity.

There he is, across the room.
He looks at her,
Then puts on his charming smile.
She blushes and looks down, contemplating.
He walks over to her, game cranked on high.
She smiles at him.
And he delivers his all-to well-known lines.
She gives into his full-on front,
Knowing exactly where this will lead,
Just like he knew she would do.
Regret rushes through her
After she gives herself away.
All she wanted was to feel wanted,
But she was looking in the wrong places.
She's been listening to all the lies.
She's always been the girl that got overlooked.
Sometimes it's not what you say,
But what you don't.
She has lost her Identity
And she's falling, falling fast,
But it's hard to lose something you never had...