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I type...

I delete and try start over

There is a blank window in front of me

I begin once more

The words pour out uncontollably

everything is a crumpled mess

It sounds stupid

I try to explain my 'feelings'

too bad I'm not even sure what I am feeling

I lose focus and stare into space

I listen to silence

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poems and stuff

I wrote some poems for Under my skin. I revised it some more and included qoutes at the bigginning of each section. Here they are. They sound more dramitic in the context of the story, but oh well

grin

Your face causes me pain, but you cause me much more

Body

Look in the mirror and find yourself

Mind

My mind is my passageway, free from all evil

Synopsis

Because I have lived in agony, death is of no sorrow

Hope you like them :)

Ponder

This isn't really a poem either, it's kind of a ballet type thing. I'm not completely sure.

I ponder why the world spins round, and the wind pushes back, only to find that you linger in every thought

Does she know, can she tell,

Is it that obvious?

Do I give everything away, is it wrong to want what you have with her?

I wonder if what I feel is really true, because sometimes I see you in disgust, and I feel akward and misplaced

If you really did love me back what would I do, would you treat me like everyone else you've been with? Would it be a replay of you past relationships? I want to be speacial. I want to be able to tell you everything, I want to feel in my every move and thought and word before I say I love you.