

Dear Dottie,Dear Dottie, I cant see past the sarcasm, I cant forget the shadowy depth your pain casted in each of your verses. I cant see what made you who you are, but I can see youre everything I want to be. Howd you hold on to everything in the midst of a downfall? Did you sink in your nails and bite your lip to keep everything from slipping between your delicate fingers? Or did you let it all plummet into the void when you poured the last glass youd ever have? Ive been going through scenarios and I still dont have an answer. You tried to give it up more than once but failed and ironically were theDear Dottie,


Do You Remember Do you remember How we firt met? The actions by which the motions were set? Do you remember What you said to me? The way I stared longingly at that empty seat? Do you remember Apples and chocolate? The infectious laughing high that we'd get? Do you remember? That crazy guy!? With the chocolatey apple lust in his eyes?Do You Remember


How to Find a FoeVacant eyes skim the surface, but fall in a divit when they catch her face. Hidden, they cower before her, without a reason why. This stranger has the face of a friend. Love tossed with budding hatred causes a vile, bitter kind of bile. Sparks of memorise ignite, whispers of whole truths, roaring laughter and tears. Emotions run deep and thy've hardly hit the surface. Dibilitating sobs inhabit a heart that is no longer. Vacant eyes bow to her though she doesn't even deserve the gesture. Smiling faces cease and stagnance take their place. You don't have to scratch a friend to find a foe.How to Find a Foe


The BreakdownMy mind is swarming faster than I can write I'll be asleep in Hell tonight This complete fog has shut me out And sadly all my lights are out No one's home, the door is locked My cheast is just an empty lot I cannot live, I haven't the juice Perhaps she's knocked some senses loose So I retreat back into myself It's quite here, not a sound If I stay this way perhaps I'll never be foundThe Breakdown


TattoosRead my body like an open book before you - You call them tattoos; I call them my soul. I cut my life’s story into my skin so I’d never forget, Then I covered up with cloth in shame. Now I’m naked before your cold, unyielding eyes; I shiver and wonder if you understand - I’m an allegory, not a man. I never told but now you know - Tattoos and scars – this is my soul.Tattoos


Glass Heart ValentinePaper cut valentines Dripping crimson liquids On these already bloody Hands of mine; Cracked, splintered, pour The vodka on these Wounds so I can feel the Sting, the burn. Release. At last. Burning in my bloodstream Numbing my thoughts. Demanding my full attention, Break me, I dare you.Glass Heart Valentine
Winter frost creeps up The barren window pane Shivering as sugar snow Coats my hair and my Lips turn blue and I Need to feel, for within I’m Dead and I reach out for You and come up empty Handed. One last request befo


Dottie...Her one perfect rose has been passed on to me. Now, i see it coming and i run i flee, but this is my curse, i just couldn't escape, damn that rose.Dottie...
Never a sweetheart to hold my hand, never a sunnyday, forever solitaire, in each and every way.
Dear Miss Dorothy Parker, here is your flower, take the damn thing back, for this is one thing i'll never fear to l
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~Vero
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Self expression is my obsession
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Ohmy god! Your face- its covered with potatoes!
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Are you a member of my Karass?
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-Bisexualism is real.Get over it-
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Self expression is my obsession
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-When one of your dreams come true, you begin to look at the others more carefully
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Self expression is my obsession
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Self expression is my obsession
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