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Nervous Meets FashionableWind blows hair across my eyes.
                        Trust me. I'm trying to smile, and I'm trying my absolute best.

Gazes are still locked.
[it doesn't matter, we've lost the key anyway]

dolly dolly dolly,
the best isn't ever good enough.

The cliche love of walking on the beach has turned into a real mind hater.
I swear, I could look out over the water and see my heart sinking.
               [The moon might illuminate the drowning scene.]
Despite the sun going down.
Concentration of cold hearts.

You

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

4PMDecembeRScrapping for space
space inbetween the thing we call
we call distance, our home.
Where we find comfort in almost anything.
Just to keep our minds racing,
dream of things we only fantasize of.
            And its 4PM somewhere greater than we could think up.
            December sells intentions to us high hoping thinkers.
                                                 Magically the stone cold unthaws,
                                                 making soft spots on your lungs.
      Taking it all in
      Taking me in
With skyline seating.
So shoot too high,
dont dare aim low
Beauty is waking up with sunrise smiles on y

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

ThrowAwayAnyPotentialYouHave.From birds eye view I could see you flying so low (Solo)
And the truth is your bodys shaking and...
I'm not listening or caring.
Is it nice to lose all feeling in your face?
(those lips will never let a word slip out after this)
"Your secrets safe Baby"
I'll swipe this smirk with a look of deep desperation.
Your backbone is persistant.
Keep in mind a reminder, "I need to grow a spine."
Do you want to make this last longer then a night?
I just wanna get buried in this mattress.

Ironing Bedsheets to BareskinI'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

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

Backbones and BridgesBack bone beautiful,
you make me feel as cheap as a 5.
Strong as currents we thought
we'd make it off of pure lust and lies.
So prince not so charming,
take me under your umbrella
and push me off this building.
Planes are more graceful in a freefall,
more messages and entries
in a 2 year old diary.
Sorry doll,
but clocks turn like my back
roll into my head

MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.

And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.

Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.

You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.

[He told me you do not know how to swim.]

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"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his ha

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

I'm Thinking Lip LockMy breathing is steady.
I am sinking into pillows in the same way that a ship sinks in the ocean.
with grace, with horrifying beauty, and without help.

                               The light that drifts in through the blinds
                       shadows half of your face and underlines my request
               for you to be the cloest thing I've ever been able to call "company".
                          You can only nod and shut the shades completely.

Dancing across the sheets brings us face to face; toe to toe.

                               Eyes lock.

                               Breaks are automatic.

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

Specific PacificI dont ask of tangible things
Trust me on this.
Its as plain as opposites attracting.
Specific Pacific,
setting sights and suns on "just being friends".
Wanting more than a handshake
and a platonic peck-on-the-cheek.
My lips are lonely
and jealous because
my eyes get to be blind with envy.
Mind-set
My heart belongs with fate.
you belong with the "daydreamers"
you belong with airplanes [fine tuned machines]
and please dont forget to breathe.

Last.Look.Crushed.You're crushing me.
Boy, do I wish.
You see, I've got starry eyes for you but its only hurting me.
You're breaking hearts like its going out of style, but thats not "the bad part"
You don't want to shatter mine.
Call it my masochistic side, but give it a shot.
Bring a knife and give me a chance.

im
just
out
of
chances

"forget highschool crushes and grow up"
I can't.
Yellow flowers still make me swoon
and forehead kisses still make me smile.
You still make me nervous.
I'm not pretty but I still keep you on your toes.
With flaws we're batting a thousand, but
it just feels perfect.

No
It feels completely wrong that my breath

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

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He was alone in his fighter pilot fantasies,
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Manhattan Huffer

by ~SubduedPromises, Jan 25, 2006, 6:28:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Im 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 as bad.
Maybe if youre lucky, youll make it home alive.

Manhattan Hufferby ~SubduedPromises

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2006-2013 ~SubduedPromises

For once not about teenage romance.

~yournotagoodbye Jan 27, 2006

I haven't commented on this?
*jawdrop.*

Im going to convulse until these old lungs forget to function.

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~SubduedPromises Jan 27, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Its cliche but thanks for checking it out!

Luff ya Gilligan

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~yournotagoodbye Jan 27, 2006

mm... last time i checked i was Jocelyn.

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~SubduedPromises Jan 27, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

No we(me and brittny cause im on the phone with her) said your Gilligan.

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~o0aliveoutofhabit0o Jan 26, 2006

wow, thats kinda strong miss hannah

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~SubduedPromises Jan 26, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Huh.

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~o0aliveoutofhabit0o Jan 27, 2006

i have no clue, sorry lol

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~SubduedPromises Jan 27, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

OH okay i was lost. THanks for helping me pimp out my myspace. youre so nice.

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~o0aliveoutofhabit0o Jan 28, 2006

no problamo hannah
plus, mine is EVEN BETTER!!
check out my friends list

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~blackbraconfessional Jan 26, 2006

this is fantastic. it makes me never want to write again because it's so good

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