pandalicious's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Powem I Rote My neck still hurts. I'm going to type in a poemetical thingee now. I wrote it last night during another lovely angst-inspired moment in Pandaville. See if you like it... ****************************************************** i swear i don't have the strength for this. it's killing me in my head & everything is stained wrong like split open spilt out cranberries on my white fucking mattress. i want to know why i feel like i'm covered in DUST (not gold dust) but believe me I am something but that something can't shine. i want to shine. i want to be held up to the light. Me = a little dusty RUBY who is so pure & red & forgotten to the touch. Not that fingers or fuck don't find me but my heart is not stirred nor does it hear you calling. It is dark in here- this life...how can i find my way TO LOVE YOU or have that returned without a beacon of hope & nowhere to hang my hopeful stars. I stand with a pocketful of stars & nowhere to hang them. 05 july 2k :: pandalicious ****************************************************** 06:57:13 - sevvinsevvin ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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