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August 19th, 2011 – 3:16pm

If a unicorn, then you are a dying breed.
However will you find someone to take heed?
Barely noticed, barely seen
Yet, a paradox with such a bright sheen.
With no reason to be lonely,
You still hide in fear of only.
We find depression around many corners,
Are swords in hand we must battle these foreigners!
Finding someone, when they don't find you,
Are you shrouded in cloaks that define anew?


August 21st, 2011 – 3:26pm

I died a long time ago.
Never planned to find someone to take heed.
There are no more steeds.
Plenty of reasons to keep my lonely.
Silly boys remind me of it, on the daily.
I don't fear, I expect disappointment.
It's the only thing that offers me content.
I'm searching for something
I will never be able to obtain.
Courtesy smiles have lost their meaning.
Depression is what keeps me sane.

August 22nd, 2011 – 4:02pm

If thee has died long ago
Then are you but a banshee I ought to know?
If there are no more equestrian beings,
Then what would you call my breathing?
My past has seen what disappointment can bring
My present sees that disappointment is begotten
From the father of pessimism and the mother of the dreamer
When contentment is found in disappointed relapse,
Is it consistency that you wish to define and map?
If you are searching for something, and something finds you,
Is a genuine smile something to melt depressive glue?

August 23rd, 2011 – 4:11pm

Too pretty to be a miserable old Banshee.
Too quiet to roam the earth and scream.
Too little to ever want to be such a fiend.
Your past has seen no such things I won't dare to ever say.
My demons won't be out in the open for your dismay.
My heart is rotten and in a state of decay.
There are no parents for this lost soul.
There are no maps to follow.
Search and destroy seems to be boys' mission.
Hence my forever pessimism.
Smiles are filled with lies,
but this child does not cry.
No, she does not cry.

August 25th, 2011 – 4:42pm

Too pretty, I can see that to be true.
Too quiet, my ears haven't had a glimpse of you.
Too little, I can only assume.
I cannot begin to tell myself that I know your past
I cannot begin to tell you that we share anything of last
I don't intend to ask you to release your demons unto me
Not now, but I cannot speak for the future presently.
As long as you're alive, I do believe that your heart shall remain upbeat
Whether you view the artery as half-full or half-empty
Be there no map or no guide,
There's always someone willing to stride
I'm sorry that boys and men have destroyed my reputation of being male
I've oft been described as different and excluded with a negative gale
A pessimist or a realist, synonyms in my book
I've always seen the ventricle as a half-empty brook

August 26th, 2011 – 4:56pm

A voice of reasoning, some say soothing.
With the height of a short being.
Mind of such an old soul.
Stuck in the body of a twelve year old.
Only a few have had the pleasure of listening to my story
It's long, sad and I don't look for pity.
More than likely you will never know what truly bothers me.
Just because I'm alive doesn't mean I'm not dying on the inside.
This heart has lost all reason to believe, like debris lost in a tide.
There has yet to be anyone willing to walk the path I lead.
They always wander off and leave eventually.
Perhaps a stranger she could love, as Oren Lavie says,
God, this girl is such a mess.

August 29th, 2011 – 5:34pm

The more this story is brought the more enticing it becomes
I wish to delve into its confines and swim through the highs and lows.
Felines be damned! Curiosity is teething its way through my conscious!
If this story is awakened, I would love to listen through all of the resolution.
The sad truth is, we are all dying one second at a time
No matter how hard we try, death awaits us in prime
I'm interested in learning this path you lead,
Every path I've led, someone has left me for some other steed.
Where the people are pleasantly strange, is where I will reside,
Awaiting a stranger to be pulled in by this tide.

August 30th, 2011 – 6:44pm

Oh kitten, save your lives until you are full grown.
So when you are out in the world of unknown,
You can sacrifice them, please don’t waste them on me.
There is not enough time in the world for you to hear the story
My lips are forever sealed, while you wait eagerly.
Like they have left you, you’ll do the same effortlessly.
The debris is beginning to sink.
Taking in all the water she can drink.