| In an artistic sense: I am a poet who imagines her muse to be a butterfly. Sometimes he is colorful and vibrant, other times he is dull and lifeless as a moth whose wings have been rubbed clean by dirty fingertips. He is rarely listening to any of my thoughts or needs, but occasionally he sees fit to pay attention and I could never survive without him. In a realistic sense: I am a college sophomore who currently has another four years ahead of her in order to receive a B.S. in Chemistry from the Purdue School of Science. That's what happens when you decide to declare biology instead of chemistry, opt not to take any chemistry your freshman year, and then change your mind during your third semester. Ultimately I intend to obtain a M.S. in Forensic and Investigative Science. |
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Starting OverYoung blind mornings voice their peace Trusting trees to pierce through windows And melt stiff poetry into translucent smokeStarting Over
My secrets smile and I worry That yesterday will shine through today
by ~x-SilentScreams-x
Self-DestructionI can feel your footprints Vibrating through my fingertips On wood floor echoes And cabinet-flesh combinationsSelf-Destruction
I never meant to hurt me
by ~x-SilentScreams-x
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Make me FeelYou light up my night like fireworks of thermite Its time for you to be my savior easier than sucking down a life savor let me be your neighborMake me Feel
Rub up close and personal flick the switch
in darkness I like to kiss time to get down, low down throw down and get together
Neck and neck sweat and get wet feel a pounding in my chest hips knock together from side to side Let me get wicked crack your back from the inside
Let me sink into you as you smell so sweet like fresh cut citrus Visualize burning heat too hot f
by *LNIN9
Winters of Noodle-soupOh Alice in a September breeze between the otter, the sand, the sky you invented me so why do I do this everyday my fleeting passions fellWinters of Noodle-soup
on silent whispers of night this ruined machine thought to play his cards right yet the logistics were merely pixilated Olivia, Renee of 85 were cries of the past only jesters of a moose with an axe my emo girl quieted us with silent screams and your stalker Apples became the crimson one no more mercy manic Elysium tales only ink in amber, a dark angel in tattoo arts I leave you a little something 44 A vi
by *LNIN9
Russian RouletteThere is still a single bullet in the chambers of my heart but the safety is propped in a never fire condemnation.Russian Roulette
In the narrowing hallways, guilt detains guilt, clogging up blood vessels narrower still.
We begin to eclipse but as the capuchin told we cannot replace the moon with shadows (,we are) of stars.
In the dreams of the symphony, My saxophone love, unrequited. The notes still had more soul than viollain soloists, falsified.
this act of seven gears for every time the bullets fired our lingering regret
by ~y0urstalker
onehundretythirtysevenYou drew wings on my shoulders and I tried to fly away But the cannon ball chained to my leg only let me go so high.onehundretythirtyseven
We used to keep our secrets in boxes, Written on paper folded over so many times they started to fall apart.
Between us there are twenty four pairs of ribs, (though a few of mine are broken) Sixty four organs,
And one hundred and thirty seven scars.
You'd count the notches in my collarbone, And tell me I was beautiful when I cried,
by ~AltoidAddict1517
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Too far from campus
- Interests: Enabling my addiction to writing and reading any book that looks interesting
- Favourite movie: Battle Royale
- Favourite band or musician: Trans-Siberian Orchestra
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: 16 GB iPod Nano-Chromatic (PRODUCT)RED
- Tools of the Trade: pen(cil) and paper
- Email: aneibaur@iupui.edu
- MSN: scarlet_sanity@msn.com
- Yahoo: shadow_vanity
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- Oct 29, 2009 Butterfly, This Will Never Be Home
- Oct 20, 2009 Butterfly, How Could You Do This To Me?
- Oct 15, 2009 Butterfly, What Does It Feel Like To Be A Mother?
- Oct 1, 2009 Butterfly, It Is Official: We Are Not Any Better.
- Sep 18, 2009 Butterfly, Is This Our Future?
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