urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails you're what happens when two substances collide. you're what happens when two substances collide. 2008-05-10T21:20:57Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:26368 2008-05-10T21:20:38Z 2008-05-10T21:20:57Z will somebody PUH LEAZ tell all of the guys who think girls are attracted to guys who "drive fast cars"..... we aren't. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:26249 2008-05-07T20:03:29Z 2008-05-07T20:03:29Z tonite , thriller was<br />about an old woman, so vain she<br />surrounded herself with<br /><br />many mirrors<br />it got so bad that finally she<br />locked herself indoors & her<br />whole life became the<br /><br /><br />mirrors<br />one day the villagers broke<br />into her house, but she was too<br />swift for them. she disappeared<br /><br /><br />into a mirror<br />each tenant who bought the house<br />after that, lost a loved one to<br /><br />the old woman in the mirror:<br /><br />first a little girl<br /><br />then a young woman<br /><br />then the young woman's husband<br />the hunger of this poem is legendary<br />it has taken in many victims<br />back off from this poem<br />it has drawn in your feet<br />back off from this poem<br />it has drawn in your legs<br /><br />back off from thias poem<br />it is a greedy mirror<br />you are into this poem. from<br /><br /><br />the waist down<br />nobody can hear you can they?<br />this poem has had you up to here<br /><br />belch<br />this poem aint got no manners<br />you cant call out from this poem<br />relax now & go with this poem<br />move & roll on to this poem<br />do not resist this poem<br />this poem has your eyes<br />this poem has his head<br />this poem has his arms<br />this poem has his fingers<br />this poem has his fingertips<br /><br />this poem is the reader & the<br />reader the poem<br /><br />statistic: the US bureau of missing persons re-<br /><br /><br /> ports that in 1968 over 100,000 people<br /><br /> disappeared leaving no solid clues<br /><br /> nor trace only<br /><br />a space in the lives of their friends urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:25634 2006-11-28T20:18:41Z 2006-11-28T20:18:41Z After the fluorescents<br />Have gone out,<br />The screaming scrape<br />Of the cell door<br />Warns.<br />Soon the room smells of man<br />And a blue uniform is<br />Whispering her way.<br />She asphyxiates on his balmy<br />Rancid exhale.<br />His hands, <br />Filmy and knobby<br />From a lifetime of nine to fives,<br />Smother her most <br />personal crevices.<br />Stifling a gag,<br />She bites<br />And feels the steel<br />Enforcer in the soft dip of her back.<br />He plunges into her with <br />His self-prescribed<br />Justice. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:25483 2006-11-27T21:06:35Z 2006-11-27T21:06:35Z Spare Change <br /><br />You know, you’re just <br />like a penny.<br />Born in ’84, you’ve<br />been pawed over, and <br />passed through everyone’s <br />hands until you’re<br />discarded, forgotten in an <br />old coat pocket.<br />Tragic. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:25263 2006-11-26T02:25:28Z 2006-11-26T02:25:28Z I hope in the future, Americans are thought of as warlike, vicious people, because I bet alot of high schools would pick "Americans" as thier mascot. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paintmytoenails:24928 2006-11-26T02:08:08Z 2006-11-26T02:08:08Z BALANCE<br />You can<br />carefully weigh<br />your steps as you shimmy<br />down tightropes, but the world sees up<br />your skirt.