I AM THAT MOUSE
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I AM THAT MOUSE Poems
World War Negative 3
silent soldier speak to me speak to me of bloody birth
I Heart Your Heart
i put my ear to your paper thin walls and i could hear your heart beat
his conscience grew as his thoughts turned to her my conscience knew he would return to her
A Rhyme for the Love of Tragedy
im done feeling like i need you so im choosing to leave you and if i ever i believed you i know now it's a lie.
I'm Only Alive When Your Inside Me
take this with you to my grave i am the soul you cannot save
Call Me Whatever...and Hold on Tight
he pulled her hair just enough to arouse himself and she smiled, a coy and inviting grin, this was her finest hour when her beauty was his fortress and his strong hands were the guards at the gate.
i dug a hole and i like it there unconcerned with what to wear or how i smell no heaven, no hell, inside this hole i dug.
are you pleased to see the blood i'm bleeding staining the page you'll eventually be reading the red covers the lines as my heart defines
You Broke Up With Me on Myspace
'ONLINE NOW' blinks in my face taunting me wanting me to message you again.
An Anthrax White Christmas
i sent you a christmas card with the anthrax you bought me for my birthday. what doesn't kill you makes you stonger, right?
do you want to know what your memory leaves? just grab a hold of my heart, then tightly squeeze you see that blood? that's your cheating.
A Date with the Devil
sitting on street bench, between satan and his high school sweetheart pondering the incongruousness of the lovers peering at eachother behind my back. the prince of darkness is hiding his passion but i can see his red cheeks showing a hint of blush, and hers the same. how sickening that he finds love and the closest i've come is sitting between him and his princess.
color me pink and make me beautiful.... anything pretty will do, pretty like you. sad girl, painted in blue and black and gray,
I Hate Your Face
i put today on repeat and start all over again i wake up in the morning and reach for my pen and into a hiding place for writing i off and retreat.
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World War Negative 3
silent soldier speak to me
speak to me of bloody birth
quiet warrior tell tales of the beginning
born into this empty earth
sobbing soldier call to me
call to me you fallen foe
weeping warrior cry out like a child
tell me of your squandering show
surrendered soldier release to me
release to me your living losses
quitted warrior reveal all of my victories
won alone by carrying crosses
surviving soldier speak to them
speak to them of my fulgurous feat
wayward warrior tell tales of you were beaten
in the dust i recognized ...