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My hairstyle changes on a daily basis, My eyes are rarely natural, My make-up id different every day, And I don’t stick to one style or genre..

I'm breathing, but barely... Just enough to know that I can die, enough to know that I came close to actually losing my breath completely. Im n..

Jumbled up mess of feelings and words I can't seem to get passed my lips! Haha heres to you boyfriend!

http://www.facebook.com/nessiemunster#!/album.php?aid=2039812&id=1554250820 What started to just be a blog post turned into this poem or collection..

Fed up with letting myself fall for false affection.

I crave it. I want it. I need it. My fixes cannot be temporary. So I'll pass the toxin through my lips And suck on his sweet poisoned kiss. I w..

Its name is Alone. It has held my heart for quite some time. Accompanied by Alone areits minions disguised in liquid joy. Filling me with drunken ..

A short narrative poem for my english class that doesnt really say where im from but asks What made you what or who you are?

Abusive childhood past my brother and I shared with our stepmom.

A poem inspired by Lewis Carroll.