FridayAnother Friday night spent staring at my ceiling. What to do? My mind is wandering off to the places that my friends might be. Hanging out, laughing, making love and I am here. I sit up quickly to check the clock for the second time in the past five minutes. 9:06. The numbers seems so meaningless flickering on the digital overhead.I flop myself back and sink deep into my pillow. It feels cold.

What to do?

Pulling my blanket up so it nuzzles around my neck, I consider the homework that still has yet to be done. No. I already attempted it once today. Would it really do any good to frustrate myself more?I need to do something. There's also the

StuckYou're not worth my love
But I'm yearning.
You're not worth my tears
But I'm crying.
You're not worth my time
But I'm waiting.
You're not worth this pain
But I'm bleeding.

You tell me its love
Then you use me.
You tell me its trust
But you watch me.
You wipe my tears
And then hurt me.
You cry for my pain
Then you cut me.

I tell myself no
But I need you.
I try to leave but
I cant lose you.
Every day, I wish
I could hate you.
I try to let go
But I love you.

Never Give Up On A Good ThingI put on a layer, a mask
Before meeting you,
Seeing you in the corridor –
I stare at you behind
Your back.

I pretend I don't give a shit.

I long to hug you,
But prevent myself.
I wash in your memory
Drown in thoughts
Of us.

I place my trust in
My own psychological
Yearnings/desires.

I put my life on the line
Cast out into the
Clouding ocean
And expect you
To enjoy my bait,
But spit out
The hook.

I still try.

And I still fail.

Reasons To Be CheerfulA hug from someone
Who just happens to make
Your knees knock;

The awkward fumbling
When there's no one in the room
To stop you.

Breathing in after the grass has been cut,
And she's 3 feet behind you –

Hearing her voice.

Looking back and
Feeling that the moment
Was worth it –

No matter how cold she was after.

One LookI watch the slowest steps,
Your bare feet crushing
Into the pleats of the rug,
Your painted toe nails
Glinting on the dim lighting.

Everything seems so much
More exciting,
When you slow it down to zero.

I've got an image of you,
Eyes dancing wildly
Pushing me back against the wall –

Honey, if looks could fuck.

Warning SignsThe way you
Press your hand
Into mine –

Prods the
Sections of
My memory;

That I specifically
Asked you not
To touch.

Dear Conscience II

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Hair In My MouthThe stench is unbearable,
But I bear it
For the thrill.
And when you see me;
Wrap your arms
Around me,
And say you don't want to
Lose
Me –
I know
There's a sobbing moon
Watching.
I cherish the moments
When I can kiss
Your hair
And know you
Won't mind
For lack of sobriety.

SpiderThe simplest things
She says.
Does.
Thinks.
Make me smile,
Laugh.
I'm stuck,
Caught,
And I know
If I don't get loose;
She'll paralyse me
And suck out my insides.

Your Little Princess

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Society Trends

Society Trends

Everyone's making fun
Of the silly emo kids again
As half the world cuts their wrists
And the other waits to criticize
When did the dark become so popular?
It's all about blood, guts, lust, love
Depression, regression, lack of hugs
Reality is stuck to my tv
Cheering as the stars gag on bugs or find 'true' love
It's based exactly off real life, when I sing in the shower
I always have three judges yelling at me
As I wait for my sister to get booted off this island
If I'm not a reality 'star' or not depressingly emo enough
I can always be 'gansta' and 'hiphop'
It's a way of life not a style, yo fo curly and mo
A sm

Old RadioWatching from my 5th story apartment, I can see the crowd losing its head; swallowing up the police barricades with ridiculous ease. The passion moving through these people, pulling their bodies round and round while pushing ever forward snatches my breath away and I lean on the window, loosening my forgotten tie and collared work shirt with a slightly trembling hand.

Looking closely, I can see people I have had drinks with, people I have fist-fought with as well as people I have made love to, all rushing up to meet this meaningful destruction head on. With this, my heart prods quietly; just why am I not there with them? It brings on the fee

A Typical Conversation

Hey.
Hi.
I can't bear to speak to you,
Not now.

How are you?
I'm fine.
Or so it appears…
I'm torn.
Crumbling from the inside.

Ah, that's good. I'm fine too.
Glad to hear it.
Happy now, are you?
Content with your selfish deeds?

So, what have you been up to?
Not a lot really.
Wallowing in self-pity actually.
Do you know how it feels to hate,
Not only yourself,
But ones you once loved?

Any plans for the weekend?
Nothing so far.
Two more days of solitude,
Isolated in my own world
Locked away from harsh reality.

I'll be seeing Whatshername again.
Oh, your new girlfriend?
Lost interest in her already?
Another already tos

Forbidden Romance

Foribdden Romance
Her eyes fixed upon
His glasses you culd barely see his face,
He looked at her,
Saw behind her mask,
The eyeliner didnt fool him.

His textbooks,
Her tattoo,
you'd never guess the similarities between these two,
Her mesh shirt,
His plaid pants,
This was by far not a typical romance.

He saw the slices,
on her wrists,
he didn't mind,
when she shook her fist,
he liked her,
and she liked him,
And we all know,
in the end the nerd always wins.

Her Black nails,
His moped,
She spoke harsh words
that were better left unsaid

All the other kids,
tended to stare,
at this,
unlikely pair,
But she brushed it off,

flip flops and towed carsi found myself
in you.
in borrowed sweatshirts,
breakfast at noon
and secret lives.
in the nights we drove
aimlessly
searching for life
in the dim fog of the hours
before daybreak.
head thrown back,
lit cigarette
screaming the words to
our favorite songs,
pretending we could be
as beautiful as they were.
i taught you to drink,
you taught me to break hearts;
and in this pitch black downpour,
we'll simultaneously do both.
perfect enemies
comparing battlewounds in the
bathtub full
of lies, deciet.
too young to care,
too old to listen,
we broke the rules
and laughed through our tears.
we swore,
in defiance that we

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Why I Dance In My Underwear

by ~nelsmiley, Nov 25, 2003, 8:18:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

don't ask me why late at night, maybe 11, 12, 1
I slide out of bed without hesitation
to wake my inner soul and kill the pressure
I dance all alone in nothing but my underwear
with the shades drawn up and the music loud
in all my glory, when the time is right
I shake my ass like none other
swaying and bounding, dreaming and wishing
I pretend I am surrounded by tornado of lust
I won't tell you why, in so many words
about all the thoughts and all the fears
all you need to know is that I want to be free
and if I have to be alone and make a spectacle of sorts
then thats what I'll do, just me and the time
I will grow my wings and sport my bum
just to feel like when the day is over
I can let loose and be myself, crazy and cool
till the sun comes up and I have to be normal again

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~digiboy-stew Jan 27, 2009

In response to your "Author Comment", not only is this writing art, but it is art of the highest calibur (coincidentally, so is dancing in undies late at night). Call me crazy, but I felt there was alot of spirituality to be found in it, as if late night underwear dancing serves a meaningful purpose in bolstering your intrapersonal relationship with yourself. It reiterates the message that the little things in life can be magical. +Fav.

~Muuchi Sep 22, 2008

I love it!

~Narikia Nov 9, 2005 Professional Photographer

Very awesome

~wolftrax91 Feb 5, 2004 Hobbyist

Well done...

~groovus Jan 27, 2004

's like a poetized diary. Nice read, good to read you again.

~grovee Dec 14, 2003 Interface Designer

this is great not for one avantar but for an ID!

great colors and thoughts!

very nice

~mercgryph Dec 13, 2003

awsome piece!

finally something upbeat that still shows how messed up social conformity is!

Har Har Har!

~xiooua Dec 13, 2003

Ah, I love the message in this. I found some the phrases especially fun. It was nice to read something that wasn't sad for a change.

~ivan-5252 Dec 12, 2003

at first, this made me picture that one girl from beatlejuice.. when she danced " forcibly" to that one song jump in the line, haha..

but, of all the pictures u have, why use this for ure avatar? hah

~thepawn Dec 5, 2003 Hobbyist Photographer

nice piece, the dream of escapism into a world of controled fantasy, I like it.

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