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Name: Lia
Country: United States
State: Hawaii
Birthday: 12/6/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: sMurfing, skating, body boarding, swimming, waterpolo, kayaking, beaching, chilling with my AWESOMEST friends, sleeping, going to town on the lobster...*drool, listening to music, sUbLiMe BaBy, PePPer, OokLah, THE MARLEY, scoping the tookies..fending off grodie wilburs, OLD SCHOOLing! chugging the PiRaNhAs like you never heard, seeing movies, loving tom the hot valet guy, open minded shiat, loving life, breathing, loving...
Expertise: *~ThE oLd ScHoOL tOoKiE~*
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
11/23/2002
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| I really couldn’t choose
Between using
And being used
They both seem so
Enticing
Maybe sometimes
A little confused
Some days here
Are just-enough-sun days
And most days there
Are just
Simply hazed
Or maybe I meant
Dazed but
All in all my time is spent
Cloudy with a few bits of
Blue but
These night time walls
Layered thick with heavy bass
Beats
Glide and fly me into
Heavy soft
Sleeps
But only when
You’re not around
Because we can make
The world go round.
Ephemerally sliding
From cloudy to
Light blue
My view
Is blinding
The smoke is too
Rich
With soft dew
And every day is new but
Butterflies are
In the past
And now is just the time
To use
But make sure you don’t
Lose because
This heart needs love
And what would
I do
If I wasn’t
Using you. | | |
| 1 2 3.
my breathing method is a bit diluted
and i can't seem to keep the bubbles in
those big, glowing, crystal ones that never made it past the surface of my dark brown
skin.
in terms of right and wrong
i guess i'm thus far
flawed tragically.
in this sea of esoteric-alities
i guess i
lost sight of my normalities.
no, no, no.
what i really meant to say was that my
bubbles are floating away
and i was thinking of a way to make it stop
and i guess i
read a little too much into those
glances,
glances
those glances.
really i'd have to say
it's just one of my
normalities.
but after all is said and done
after we've finished and begun
1 2 3
cliches down the pages
and i can't rememember my normalities.
i hope i'm just a normal girl
with too many bubbles
unable to keep them below the surface of her dark brown
skin. | | |
| impeccably i move
and slide
and slyly i hide
behind the doors
above my eyes.
i can't understand
why i keep
pretentiously pausing
i can't just
let myself
go.
i can scrutinize
and familiarize
and analyze
when it's time to cry
again.
but somehow
i can't get it straight
i can't
just
see.
my every angle slides
off a few degrees
the lines aren't
perfectly aligned.
but my smile
as crooked
as she maybe be
my smile
could kill.
but
i can't just
stop
look around
and feel again.
this apocalypse
is too tangible.
too close too
plastic and new.
i need to just
see
again. | | |
| his lips.
smooth and cracked and volatile
they're screaming at me.
i killed them
they say
hurt them and lied to them and really just
killed them.
but see
i didn't mean to hurt anyone
and my lies
they were only lies
i really tried to euphimise.
but after a while
the truth was just so
optional.
his lips
were too slipper
nothing stuck
i'd never cry to them
they wouldn't listen.
isn't the truth just so
optional?
see,
i'm really just
trash
so take me out. | | |
| don't worry
the smoke won't clear too fast
i'll keep the lights dim
just hot enough
to keep it cold.
eternally unsatisfied
i've tried to keep the door open
just enough to breathe through
enough to watch the beaches change
and the stars rearrange.
the embers are melting
burning through my eyelids.
they won't stop slicing
until i want them to keep going.
somehow
it hurts more to stop
than to constantly change.
when can i tell them
i can't keep sacrificing
my tears
for a smile.
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