Princess Spank: my Halo 2 name! teehee

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^Fiona Apple aka Modern Day Joan of Arc^

I could only dream of ever writing things as beautiful as Fiona writes.  I just write what comes to mind so I guess that is good enough

The Birth of a Poem

Ink can drip from my eyes as I cry the words onto the paper before me.

Blood can seep from my fingertips on my pen but it will never keep me from making these words real.

Nothing can.

I can feel them stabbing my insides, puncturing me, screaming to escape.

They leap out of me faster than I can fathom them.

Uncontrollable pain grips weak parts of me but I can pull through.

I can hear every word as they cry for freedom.

The only choice I have is to let them be free.

Coaxing me on and on, weakening me to nothing once they have used me for thier own purpose.

They're done with me.

I served my purpose as thier creator.

I conveyed their message and they're satisfied.

Allowing me to take air into my desperate lungs, they stare up at me from the paper that was once blank; content with their new home.

They're journey from my thoughts was painful but they were bron through me.

The vessel, the carrier, the mother of the movement of the pen.

Forgotten

Do you think it's easy

to know you don't feel like I do?

Do you ever miss me

and feel the pain that I go through?

I know you're getting fed up

with all the tears I cry

But they beg and plead

I can't keep them locked inside

It seems the more I'm trying

the more you pull away

It seems the more I love you

your love for me just seems to fade

Memories of us then

they just keep stabbing at my heart

It seems you forgot them

I've tried hard to play my part

You just lay beside me

wish I could say what I feel

but you don't want to hear me

Why won't this wound ever heal?

I always try to kiss you

and you turn your lips away

Am I that annoying?

You never have anything to say

Everything is slipping

I don't want to lose your touch

but this love's one-sided

Guess with you it won't matter much.

Hollow Walls

I heard everything that was said.  Everything.  I could be stupid and ask why but I won't.  I'll pretend none of it happened.  Maybe there was some crazy distortion in the air that made the words that came out of your mouth sound that way.  This time I won't cry either.  I will just stand in front of you and bleed.  You can watch me die of the stab wounds in my chest.  Don't try to help me, just watch it pour out of me.  You can touch it when it leaks onto my dress.  Then you can see how warm it is.  I'm not a cold person after all.  Will you start to feel guilt?  No, probably not but you were the one who said those words that made my heart explode through my chest.  Now you have to watch me bleed.  I'm sorry if I stain anything that is yours.  I never meant to.  I only wanted to be perfect for you but I still fuck things up.  Even when I am dying from your hand, I still want to do something to please you.  Whatever you need me to do just whisper it through the hollow walls.  I'll hear you.  I always do.

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