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Nothing just quite right.
A man, not acting nice.
A women, not acting at least twice.
I sat at the window on this night, holding the blankets oh so tight.
Rain falls down, mist holds onto the pane. No. I feel pain. I dont know what kind, this I must find.
I feel in my pocket, what is this? A locket?
I close my eyes, holding my hands so dear. What is this i fear?

1/11/08
The sun rises
I don't know what to say.
I wave good bye to my Mom
as she goes away.
She said I could stay home
(But I did miss a test)
Still, I don't feel myself
I don't feel the best
My sister comforts me
for she stayed home too.
My cat is being unusually affectionate
If she could talk, she would coo.
Everything went fine
the growth was benign
But I still have a heavy heart
I still feel ripped apart.
Her voice is soft and hoarse
Her movement a little slow
I don't care! I am glad
we removed that foe.
The sun sets
I don't know what to say
I'll go back tomorrow that I know
Oh, Mom, don't go away.

Days pass and the flowers bloom. Around her, he'd say. Around her. Then he would cast showers of notes. Notes of hopeful dreams and doubtful cries. Young Alita had no eyes. She had no eyes that intended on loving a old man like he loved a young woman. The young woman was her.
The years went by and Old Jev lived lonely and ready to die. Sickness filled the air so deep, It seeked to seep into His sweet. Old Jev was in love. In love with her, the one above. He believed her to be from the Heavens. He believed her to be a saint. Young Alita, her hair so straight. He could not let her let her fall. Through the clouds. Through all. And so, Old Jev felt strong and pushed himself to it's deathly prong. Take me, he'd say. Take Me.

I Hear Them Again
I hear them again.
They are talking about me.
What are they saying about me?
I know it is objectionable
whatever it may be.
Oh!Oh! They want to get me evicted.
They are talking about how to do it.
They are articulating what they will do.
They are going to talk to the landlady.
I am dead.
I am out of here.
They will find something to get me ousted.
What's that?
They want to get rid of my cat.
They have contacted animal control.
I am going to lose her.
I know I am.
Here comes animal control now.
They are going to confiscate my cat.
I can't bear to lose her.
Now what is it?
Oh my God,
they are going to exterminate me.
What can I do?
I truly do not want to be annihilated.
I will call the police.
The police tell me there is nothing.
They are going to shoot me.
My case manager and therapist
maintain I'm having delusions.
I'll give them delusions.
How can they declare I'm having delusions.
It's real, I tell you.
It's real!
I know it's real,
and no one can tell me otherwise.
Oh my God,
they were right.
This isn't really happening.
It's all a hallucination.
How could that be?
It appeared so real!
I will never be fooled like that again.
I hear them again...
Cat
The sands of time hold no mercy
The ocean's waves never die
The air we take shant forgive
The trees we cut forever cry
Hehe... I'm new at this poems thing.
The ocean's waves never die
The air we take shant forgive
The trees we cut forever cry
Hehe... I'm new at this poems thing.
Thank you very much. I'm flattered.

Once there was an orange.
That got caught in a door hinge...
and that's all I got.

Beneath the Pages
I wait for The Dead Tossed Waves
to carry me away,
to times where the need
to Quiver is faint
or Torment doesn’t wait,
when it comes to a fight to the death
The Hunger Games is the sand
slowly drifting away,
in the Hourglass
of time and Fallen memories,
leaving the search
for The Mortal Instruments
an uneven battle,
as The Hollow hole in my stomach
leads The Season of Risks
to be Tempted to take hold
of the Beautiful Darkness
to be the Awakening of a thousand scars
that is Burned,
taken by The Poison Eaters,
not even the Stargazer
can take hold
of the Virals who control this world,
so Don’t look behind you,
for even though it is just a book
life as we know it
may unfold
like the coarse edges
of a dangerously, darkly gorgeous fantasy
awaiting beneath a rocklike cover.

Beneath the Pages
I wait for The Dead Tossed Waves
to carry me away,
to times where the need
to Quiver is faint
or Torment doesn’t wait,
when it comes to a fight to the death
The Hunger Games is the sand
slowly drifting away,
in the Hourglass
of time and Fallen memories,
leaving the search
for The Mortal Instruments
an uneven battle,
as The Hollow hole in my stomach
leads The Season of Risks
to be Tempted to take hold
of the Beautiful Darkness
to be the Awakening of a thousand scars
that is Burned,
taken by The Poison Eaters,
not even the Stargazer
can take hold
of the Virals who control this world,
so Don’t look behind you,
for even though it is just a book
life as we know it
may unfold
like the coarse edges
of a dangerously, darkly gorgeous fantasy
awaiting beneath a rocklike cover.
what? i like them!