

ChalkboardWere my mind a chalkboard The choice would be mine Whether to remember, Or erase the line.Chalkboard
Instead, my mind’s paper And fate holds the pen. A red ink contortion Defines where I’ve been.
I wish it were chalk so Erase it I may. Not forced to remember What happened that day.


UntitledStrange, it seems, though I have cut Apart from me what plagued my heart, It still remains with little pains. Upon what does it still sustain? I cannot seem to just forget The day I ever since regret And hope, though frayed and tossed aside, Does linger here and time abide. I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried, But yet the hope remains inside. Faint, it’s true, but nonetheless Enough that I cannot repress. Why can I not at last forget The day I ever since regret? And why, so strange, does it remain; And what upon is it sustained? With this I doUntitled


Rainy DayDays like today are simply divine When the weather does match my mood The clouds overhead overshadow and shun The sun like the shroud o’er my soulRainy Day
The two are gray, the clouds and my heart They blotch out the blue so well It seems nevermore will peace ever restore The clear skies and strength of my core
Rain at last falls from blackness on high Sailing through cold air to land Each drop falling down from the sky up above A release that I’ll never know
Soon the clouds break and sunlight returns So we’re no longer matched in mood The blue sk


Our AmericaIt's the land of the free Unless you are poor. It's the home of the brave, So go die in a war. Emotion and intelligence Have no place here. We want money and power And an endless supply of beer. Is this what you're fighting for And risking your very soul? The right to be a gluttonous pig And wallow in this filthy hole? This country is a placeOur America
Of hypocrisy and hate So let's zone out in front of our TVs Because ignorance is America's fate.
~Aimee~
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"There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken."
-Charles Bukowski
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"The body may bleed, even if the soul feels whole."
"And through the ashes of the phoenix we are given a second chance."
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"The body may bleed, even if the soul feels whole."
"And through the ashes of the phoenix we are given a second chance."
take a guess
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A nifty poetic promenade: ~voice-of-dissonance
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"The body may bleed, even if the soul feels whole."
"And through the ashes of the phoenix we are given a second chance."
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