(I started writing rants/poems around this time as well, I don't claim they are any good, ha!)
Floored down she spills her innocence of love.
Her hopes and dreams shattered,
her virtues and sincerity slashed.
She did it for him she says,
she did it for love.
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I see you in the real me
Wanting out but only to hurt (me?)
So I hurt you
No feelings for you but one - hatred.
No words for you but two - fuck you.
Make it three - asshole!
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Stain master carpets and cheap memories
Towels of blood and wetness
Save me from my creativity
Your eyes are my fears
On you are the connections
On you are the screams of belief
You stole my mind
Feel the touch of guilt
Hear my ache it aches for you
Hear it burn the black away
I won't leave you and I'll never stay
Freak me feel me fuck me now
The grey rose awaits you still
Fortune tells you to live in hate
You pour to me and I fill you
Feel the touch of guilt
You a boy of darker shades
A darkness that soon will fade
Feel the touch of guilt
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Does he like me?
Does he like me not?
That is the question
I will never know
I am too quiet and hide my feelings inside
Is flirting an emotion?
If so, I guess I'm pretty good
At opening up that feeling.
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The pressure builds slowly, dropping inch by inch.
His hand reaches me, pressing than pulling, trying to lure me in. Breaking and tearing all at once he's put me back in place.
The blackness I see too bright for my eyes.
Closing them shut he takes me again.
Imprisoned in this horror, living under his spell.
Not sure of what or how to think my mind is of unsound.
Aching with pleasure he knows just what I want.
Destroying the weather, but it's a beautiful day.
A beautiful day for sorrow, a beautiful day for pain.
Will he come out to play with me so the world can go fucking insane. The legacy of death is true but yet it is not real,
the Devils not out to hurt you only to make you feel.
Feel the strength of his mind and his soul,
it's power will overcome you.
You'll know when he's there you'll sense him
and your minds will become one.
For he is the unforgiven, the one who has all the fun.
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Grunge Girl Diaries
Non-FictionA non-fiction glimpse into the grunge era during 1993-1994, through the eyes of a sixteen year old girl. The reflection of a 40 something mom, all these years later. Includes heartache, breakups, hookups, parties, concerts and all the confusion in b...
