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All Oxygen is, is Cheap TalkThe cheap talk is on me tonight
but the gentlemen you are, you bought it all.
Dragging it out like a smoker savors the inhales of a cigarette.
The carbon is escaping through the corners of your lips.
Oxygen runs wild through the strands of my golden locks.
Bandit eyes and a smile I stole from a 10 year old girl.
"Ive kept you close in form of a note."
Admitting that lines 1-20 is your bible which you live by.
Im downing pure caffiene and,
youre casually reciting self flaws as if they were accomplishments.
P o u r i n g pe

Bravery AwardI keep my composure
and as you pull me closer.
Whisper "we're no good"
And not meant for this.

Its cresent and a quarter to 12.
and you should know better.
should know better.
Oh, Splendor
Touchy subjects
Mistaken Kisses
and endless conversations.

Now its overhead
and I over heard-
You think Im blind
I think Im just blindsided.
Theres no control (uncontrollably hopeful)
and I have no say in this
The Bravery Award goes to my Blushing Bride

3am WaterworksWide eyes shot butterflies,
my organs contained them in a cage.
I sat, studied, I'd explain-
"I heard a drop of "self control" and "confidence in God."
Watched it shatter, shake, disintergrate-
We'd stop, we'd kiss, we'd hold, and you'd say-
"Breathe ,Girlie, breathe. Breathe babe please pray for me.
Cause I'm hands felt on spines
trembling nerves as I push the rewind
to hear a delayed message of regret but I'll keep-
pressing on-to new people, new mattress and rum.
Turning down second dates like telemarketers calling me at dawn.
Made

BreakEvenAtDowncast.I remember staring at the cracks, looking for where the rain falls through.
Those yellow walls seemed to stifle me
when my father called and told me he was sorry
And he loved me.

Tears threated my eyes with that beautiful commodity.
              (No one knows the semantics behind "I love you")

I stared at the sky until the stars behind my eyes collided.
Thinking "This will never be something that keeps me awake."
                        (From then on, everything kept me awake.)

                                   The bird on my window said
                              "Hello, my wings do not work."
                    I pushed him

Wrong Side of ParadiseI am gripping balloons in an elevator.
Dropping  d e g r e e   b y   d e g r e e .

My stomach is full of butterflies that are trying to claw their way out my throat.
              ("Oh forecaster, I will catch the wind.")
Silence pounds in my ears as I grab your hand and watch as it turns white under pressure.
                                    We hit pacific heights.
                                    Water flooded in from all sides.
                It is rising past my heels, up my legs, to the fringe of my dress.
    Lights flicker out and my erratic breathing confuses my lungs to the point of giving up.

                It will

The Ghost Town in the GirlBoy,
I honestly
saw the sun set the highway horizon ablaze
suspending the hues of autumns arrival.
It smeared red-yellow into the greens and blues.
I pushed the gas twice as fast
I set the cruise to 62
I heard your faith fell through again.
So I turned the station into static
and turned the static into sound.

Boy,
I truly
was caught dancing over a web of daydreams
about you

Wishes and Butterfly Kisses Hide your crossed fingers behind your back.
Butterfly kisses
( think butterfly kisses )

Peck-on-the-Cheek-
blush and beg for mercy.
You move as if your nervous,
" Relax Dollface "
resist this
resist me
Catch up on your breathing-
Catch up with me.
Youre getting exactly what you wanted-
Arent you happy?
Vision blurred

Contemporary Girla girl stood on the street corner clutching a red balloon and an old, beat-up suitcase.
she was looking off into the distance, above the people and the skyscrapers and the look of determination on her face was so resolute that noone bothered telling her to get out of the way or that she was holding up sidewalk traffic or anything.
she was vivacious, religious, and ready to take on the world.

the dazzling city lights,
the dreary trash- covered streets,
she loved it.

people at work would ask her if she was thinking about ever going home.
she would reply "Home? like with Jesus Christ, my family, and anyone else I love ? I suppose I will

Making a Break for ButtonsHeadlights are eating up the highway.
Drawing to a conclusion as we pull into the driveway.
"My parents will be gone for days
so how about you come inside?"
                                             But I couldnt speak for the life of me,
                                        "Yes" seemed to be the only word in my vocabulary.
                                                     Maybe the "Oh Hun just one more drink"
                                                      Was one drink to far for him to handle.
                       In my defense I dont know any better.
A loss fumble for the keys,
Vulnerable has brought me to my

Slow Down My Precious CargoToday I caught myself being daring
Leaning in dangerously too far
How I got the courage too....
So lets take this all the way
Or until we both freeze up
Glued, fixed in a dead on stare.
"You make me so nervous", it slipped right out i swear.
Lets see whos "beat" can win this race.
At the moment were both ahead of the tempo.
Only trailing off by measures
And I never got the chance and time to say
"Ohhh...I am somewhere else when Im with you."
At my

Innocence was Snow WhiteJust brush it off your shoulders,
Girl, you'll only wake up looking older.
You're still so blind and foolish
Lay the blame on the poor boy.
I'm sure he'll think this thoroughly,
As sweat beads down across his face,
Unraveling under all the stress,
"Now lets put you to the test."
He's falling over "guilt trips"
Barely hanging onto a look into tomorrow,
Smile flickers like a light switch (Up and ....
Goes off as fast as it goes on.
Nothing seems to stop your one girl wrecking machine.
Touch and taste of her deadly weapon,
Lethal glamour in her kiss
Yet keeps pushing on her luck
When silence falls upon your lips...
Lures you fa

Im Minnesota and I Miss SummerI havent thought this much for weeks
as I roll over on the sheets
Im sick of my arms being wrapped around...
                                             Baby, its this air, its only nothing.
Anyways you know,
Id rather be there with you.
But if thats asking for too much
I'll hold onto all these hopes and thoughts
Were more then "at a safe distance" and I hate it, I just cant stand it.
                                           "Its okay cause it maybe lights out I know...
                                                                  Youd rather be here with me."
May sometimes feel like an eternity
Well until Forever meets up

Stages And ActsI take careful steps to the center of the stage, pull a deep breath, and yell
                          "This isnt what I meant it to be."

Excuse: "forced myself to cry"  Truth: "I cant keep myself together these days."

I'm up. Wish me luck. Break a leg, break a heart, whatever.
                                "my eyes water so bad now, they're almost always
                                 black. my problem's gotten so bad now, my teeth
                                 are turning black."
I falter.
Do you like my smile?
                                 "I'm giving up on everything.

Manhattan HufferIm the Manhattan Huffer,
CO2 Inhaler 2006
Process through my esophagus.
How I crave my deadly air.
                                          100,000 tiny crystals in formation.
                                            They dance inside this needle.
                   Im going to convulse until these old lungs forget to function.

And since we all love bumper cars,
Lets dare to drink.
Lets dare to drive.
Isnt it exciting?
To be a threat to windshields and wood.
I bet its a thrill to examine them upclose.
(If you keep this up Kid,youll be examined upclose.Under microscopes and knives.)
Maybe if youre lucky, the glass wont hurt a

Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.
i met him today.
i met you today-
the boy that will change my life.

TUESDAYTUESDAY.
my feet sink in this blindingly white carpet.
there is a trail of yellow flower petals winding it's way across the floor.
i would follow it, but i'm not sure what's at the end.
i throw away my nerves and thoughts and slowly step along the path.
it's you: you're the end.

WEDNESDAYWEDNESDAY.
I lay in the dark and wait for the part that you sing to me. When I called you my little songbird, you grinned boyishly and gave me a half hearted shove that caused me to laugh until I fell to the floor, holding my sides. You held my hands like we w

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as long as you quietly blindfold and lead me on.
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Look up inhale-
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Wishes and Butterfly Kisses Hide your crossed fingers behind your back.
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( think butterfly kisses )

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blush and beg for mercy.
You move as if your nervous,
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resist this
resist me
Catch up on your breathing-
Catch up with me.
Youre getting exactly what you wanted-
Arent you happy?
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Ironing Bedsheets to Bareskin

by ~SubduedPromises, Mar 10, 2006, 11:41:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

I'll bring you back the sun.
                                                            Lasso it from the Pacific sunset
                                                        and throw it back up into our skyline.
                          Embrace its beauty
                    Cause this may not last long.
          I've been praying for days on end now.
Let the light come and peek through your window.
Let it warm your face and greet you
"Hello Gorgeous" every morning.
Cause if I was there thats what I'd be whispering across the pillowcase.
And smirking in complete adoration
"You look amazing at the crack of dawn"
More amazing than you wrapped around me.
I look so helpless in your arms.
                                          We'll fall into an even deeper sleep
                                                   and drown in a cotton bliss.
                                                            "Hit or Miss Girl."
                                   Hit or   m   i   s   s
                                  Cause this may not last long.
                          Ive been hoping for days on end now.
If I could I'd have kept you near me like a note tucked away in some pages.
                   kept you near me like a secret at point of exploding and exposing
kept you near me like teens pressed under peer pressure
Ironing bedsheets to bareskin.

Ironing Bedsheets to Bareskinby ~SubduedPromises

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

©2006-2013 ~SubduedPromises

About me missing a boy while i was away in California.

I need help with a catchy title.
Any suggestions?

~corpsedenied Aug 5, 2006

I completely adore your writing and your style of writing.
I hope to see a complete book of all your writings one day.

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~SubduedPromises Aug 5, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I actually would love that. To have a book of my stuff.
But you know what I would love more?
IF YOU WROTE MORE!
Yeah I KNOW!

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~corpsedenied Aug 7, 2006

ahaha, I trryyy.
I just don't like what I writeee.

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~black-pen Mar 26, 2006

HANNAH, I can't even say anthing worthy of this poem - it's perfect

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~SubduedPromises Mar 26, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks Love

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~yournotagoodbye Mar 14, 2006

that is a catchy title!
You're my most favorite writer!

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~SubduedPromises Mar 14, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Ohhhhh Jocy youre my favorite writer and cousin!

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~trippinchild Mar 13, 2006

deep, and intense love it! i know how ur feeling!

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~SubduedPromises Mar 13, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Ohhh thank you!

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