January 23, 2011
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Cleaning out my old writing papers-old poetry etc
So I’m getting sick and tired of having so much crap around my house….so I have done a major clean up…but I’m kinda a packrat…so here’s some of my old writing so I can throw the sheets of paper that I wrote this crap on….
I think (I’m pretty sure) this is from my sophomore year of HS.
Forgive me for it being shitty at times…I wrote these and maybe looked at them once.
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This one kinda creeps me out…but yeah. I think I was going for some creepy vampire deal, so I guess it worked.
Be waiting. I’d like to turn your insides out. And out. And out some more. What’s next?….I’m only ready to see you…and me. You and me. I’ll play this dance. Spin around yourself. My mind can’t help but wonder to what secrets lie behind those ideas. I have a key, but you’ll have to wait to find out what it is, and where it goes. This key gleams, and you’ve never seen anything like it, I promise you. I’ll twirl my clock around you, envelope you in it. Take you to my place. You’ll put up a struggle, but you can’t fight me for long. I’ll be in you. Seething in your face. In a way you’ve never seen it before. My eyes will lock on yours. And the dance will begin again. This time there is no struggle. ME around you. You enveloped in the cloak twirling around me. Around and around. And then I pull out the key. IT gleams in the light. You can’t be scared. My eyes have trapped you and you can not think. Just mindless feeling numb. Not wanting to be taken. And don’t you worry, you will be my dear, you will be. The key clicks in your heart. A twist and a groan of the hinges and it’s all open for me now. It’s all a blur after this I’m sure. Your death will be short lived. A changeling I’d like to call you. A changeling that would only feed on me.
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I think this poem’s about C, but I have NO clue to be honest.
there’s something I don’t understand,
you
There’s a music to your name
music followed by a crash
and burn
because of some imaginary thing
you don’t know, do you?
play the overrated fake smile
it’s transparent
easily enough
do you think nobody notices?
I do
…
but I choose not to reward the fool and ignore it
so it withers away like the sad soul it is
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Diamante poem
Fire
fierce, compassionate
incinerating, loving, smolderiring
between solid and liquid, sonic, calm, rough
biting, falling, licking
crystal sculpture
Ice
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Feel
doesn’t matter
what he says
but I do, supposedly
wondering, wishing, holding, hoping, nothing
hearts entwined, but does he even
know? Mirrors lie, to me and him
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I think I was going for a kinda haiku?
nothing silence hope?
can’t see where? hold me don’t know
anymore stars see me in despair
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I actually remember this one LOL. I was looking up prompts to write to and I’m pretty sure the prompt was “A scrabble game gone terribly wrong”. I love how I didn’t actually finish it, haha.
One minute, calm and silent, Ethel was furrowed in concentration. The next, some of the younglings had a sckermish about whether or not “Finnish” was a valid word or not. Within an empty 5 seconds, which in reality seemed like 1 really long awkward one, the younglings were throwing scrabble tiles at each other.
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walk on by
look so happy
so free
find something or other
to be
there’s no sound
not a word
not an escape
just a stare
a hidden “I hope you care”
weights in your mind so obvious to me
you over me
mind throwing me away?
mind stepping over and on me?
do you mind?
Mind me,
like I’m some lie
like I’m unholy
mind me and my fail excuse for living
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Oh god. Pathetic love poetry from my last ex bf. GREAT TIMES HAHA.
there’s something in my heart
I need to survive
it’s you
those kisses under stars
on boats
in partially enclosed shower stalls
skunks
Gremlins
we have the world
well, I have you
and you are my world
my one true love {FUTURE KIM SAYS GAG}
whose cuddles never fail
whose smile’s ever present
whose words can I arrange?
fitting perfectly
it’s jumbling
feeling so beautiful in my head
beautiful pianos
and violins{COUGH CHEESY ALERT MY EX PLAYED VIOLIN}
a symphony of my heart
our hearts
and our love
it’s times like these I wish I could play you something from my heart
instead of providing you with amateur words
instead of naivety
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YEAh, I can’t even finish this…it makes me want to gag because my ex is an asshole.
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I love this one!
words keep in my mind
something like dead bodies in a freezer
ready to be pulled out and examined at any point
an antymn autopsy
or a biopsy of a sentence;
breathed full of life
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That’s it for Kim’s old writing.
