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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Saturday, April 09, 2005 v

I suddenly feel so frightened. I'm seized by this paroxysm of fear. I subject myself to all these comparisons & demands that I personally make and there's this anticipation of failure, of falling short once again. There's this horrible monster in me growling in my ear, rasping "Take it all, I want it all. Seize it all for yourself." But it's not my world to want it all. Urgh urgh, why do I feel like this? Why do I keep pushing others off, those I hold dear and those who hold me close? Why do I not want to share myself & what's within me to others? I know it seems unfair but I only want things on my conditions and never for others? Why? Why? Why?
And I feel them slipping away. The ties fray though we never cut it through. I guess it's just like an underused object, you leave it in the corner, and don't bother with it, it'll spoil just by itself. You look like a whore.
You annoy me.
You're a hypocrite.
I'm jealous, you don't deserve it.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 12:47 am [+]