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all alone we'll be just finerain covered your body
like skin covered mine
{ its just another day; }
the wind in your hair
stars in your eyes
{ i didn't know what happened to you
or your pale blue wrists; }
the forest in your heart is pounding
on the door to the ocean in mine

UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

InvisibleI am invisible.

Always alone.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.

Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Always alone,
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.

Don't Walk In My Shoes (contest entry)Mom seems to hate me - always on about my grades.
Yet all I do is try my best.

Little good it does though.
I'm still going to get bad grades.
Future outlook? Not great.
Even though I try, I suck.

Still can't raise my grades. Can't be with friends.
Understand? I don't. Hang out with friends, she says. I make plans.
Can I go? I ask. No, she says.
Kicks me in the emotions. Parent logc.
Stupid, isn't it?

Rendering my life anti-social.
Even though they want me to be social.
And I hardly ever get out.
Like, I almost never ask either so I don't get yelled at.
Love them, do I? you ask.
Yes, I suppose. But I prefer home over school because -

Bulli

Life is Worth LivingI have a scar on my wrist.
Made only one.

Great, you saw it - now you think I'm depressed or emo.
Only, I'm not anymore.
I'm not, I swear.
Never again.
Good friends helped me out, not some unfeeling psycharatrist perscribing pills.

Tuwanda! I shout, from Fried Green Tomatoes. Hakuna Matata, I say!
Opposite of what I used to feel.

Living is great.
I have been shown that,
Very frequently these past months because -
Even people like me have friends in the end.

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Gorky Prospektby ~Catfish9

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Love in the Stalinist era.

Thanks to Lannie [link] for permission to post this and help with the layout.

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~DopeySneezy Apr 28, 2009

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~Catfish9 Apr 29, 2009

Its' just wrooong..
Bad Dopey

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~Jeepika Apr 27, 2009

Loved this one, while reading it, I had the full feeling of being in that cold Russia, being Vanya...

~Catfish9 Apr 28, 2009

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments on Gorky Pospekt.

~Jeepika Apr 28, 2009

Yw. I dig that era, the post czar period and the early years of the Soviet Union. Both poems are literary photographs of the relationship between a man and a woman of the early 20th century in Russia, where politics were present even in love letters.

~Catfish9 Apr 28, 2009

I like the era as well. Petrograd is in the backgound with the river Neva (sp?) and Gorky is on the left side. It was fun putting this togther.

Catfish

~DopeySneezy Apr 20, 2009

*sniffle*

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