the obligatory teenage poetry.

Oil.

a child stepped into the room
"there's oil on your hands--
let me wash your hands,"
he said

and then
his hands
my hands
and then

thanks but i need to--
leave now, really,
it's been nice,
but i need to leave--
now.

and now i just
cannot stop my thoughts
anymore... i still see it--
the child with oily hands
the flower petals on your cheek
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Marbles.

She says she lost all them marbles,
They all rolled down the stairs,
Spread out on the floor, and now She is
Dancing on my marbles,
She is crushing them with her feet and She is
Stepping on my thoughts

Say she's insane
They say she's crazy
I say she's mine
And she's playin' those marbles
As if her life depended on it
(And it does it does it does)

Like it here on the edge
Said, I like it here on the edge.
Maybe I'll settle down
Sometimes it's safer on the edge

Would be throwing my marbles over to the other side
"Because I can," she says, "because I can."

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Star

You can't touch a star
I'm not solid
You can't grasp me Buddy boy
If I don't let you

There's mercury in my veins
So fast
It's running so fast
I could take you for a ride
honey
There's just not enough sky for the
two of us

I'm a star
Shining
I'm not your star
dear

You want me to
say your name say your name say my NAME
come ride with me instead
and maybe when you're gone I'll cry
his name

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Man

Warm
Sweaty
WILD in you
kiss your lips
get my taste

bash me
TRASH me
dripping wet
Don't just love me
play my game

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Go Away

I don't want to feel
I don't want to eat
I don't want to bleed
I don't want to hate
I don't want to care
I don't want to reason

I don't want your lies
I don't want your breath
I don't want your scars
I don't want your cock
I don't want your thoughts

I don't want her
I don't want you
I don't want them
I can't help wanting me

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Dry.

Breathing your air
I will be sitting here holding
your hand in my hand in your hand

And the wind and the sand
And the nearness of it all
will stop the screaming

There will be silence and hunger
and a feeling of loss while I feel
your hand in my hand in your hand

Maybe I've come some way and
maybe I'm still standing
You say there will always be

your shoulders
your back
the rocks under your feet and

While I keep watching,
you bend backwards to
lick the sky and then we
keep walking, still with
my hand in your hand in my hand

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Hurt

Hurt
It's supposed to go away, isn't it?
Or was that just something they said
I can't remember

You know, I can't remember anything these days
You know how I am
Or at least how I was
And I'm the same.

And I think my body knows--
Yeah. A vague memory of something that isn't there
anymore.

Maybe it's just phantom pain--
I think some writer just dubbed it
phantom pain.

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Easy.

It's easier than I thought to
wiggle my toes and
sneeze from the summer's dust

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Scales.

when he thinks i can't see
he tries to brush off his scales and
i know, i'm not helping but
what can i say?

i would like to (kiss his hands)
but he doesn't want me to feel the cold

i'd like to tell him that i'm just like him
i'm just better at hiding my scales...

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Have a mint

i know you're wondering why i haven't
knocked on your door yet
well i'm really not that used to
knocking on wood but

please
have some chocolate,
a complimentary mint

you see, i'm really quite nice
not at all like the other.. mice? how stupid.
although that's a lie, you know,
i'm just like everybody else just--
different...right?

can i walk on your side of the street?
like meg said, take my toys, be my friend
the problem here being i never had any fun toys to begin with,
and so it goes, and so it went, and it goes on and on and

can i have a past with you?
please, i can help you lay puzzles and bricks
and i know you like to smile
you ... have a good smile.
i guess? it's just--
it reminds me of cheap chocolate--
how it looks so sweet but
still tastes cheap?

sorry, didn't mean to be rude
like i said, i'm really quite nice why--
why are you rolling that dice?

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Casual(ty)

of course, neither of them wore their hearts
for this occasion -- they both agreed,
it was not worth getting dressed
for such a casual sensation

he said his lines--she never could remember hers
which was okay since neither of them were really listening

(and then she felt it coming)

"is it unusual for such a want to arise?"
she asked as he tightened the rope

"surely not," he said, "you're not my first of this kind,
and you certainly will not be the last that i tie."

"how sad," she thought, "to be the one of a line"
as he buried himself in her body

and later, long after she had ripped his throat open
she smiled at her hands and the rubies they now wore--

"at least you'll be special to me,"
she sang, "no one ever remembers the middle of a line,
but you will always be known as the first of mine

J.Alibasic

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Something I drew...blah.

people decided to poke around in my head

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