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Name: Tess
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Indianapolis
Birthday: 3/28/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: I love to write anything and read anything, I love movies, I love music to death and I would list bands but there are way to many. If you care to know them i'll make a post about it. If you're a random person on here comment me I love to meet new people on here especially ones still on the site and not MySpace addicts..ones who write.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  ToTheLakeX
Member Since:
6/22/2005
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| Right after it rains
Is when it hits me
Back to my apartment,
the early hours of the morning
or maybe it was the afternoon
in that moment I didnt care what time it was
Your arms wrapped around me
making me feel secure and safe in
that old smokey beige room that was like
only a half of me.
The thunder in the distance of the city
and you, ever so close complaining
about how it kept you up, swearing at it.
Lightning burst through the window and
I hated it, wanted to go back to sleep
I could smell you all over my pillows, my sheets.
Even after everything.
Laughing, pulling on each other to block the storm
"Fuck this is too much" echoing out in my room
My beige lifeless, empty room.
How had we changed, what made us different?
You kissed me and I told you to not wake up, not yet
I wanted to pretend like the day hadn't started.
That's when the rain came and the endless cars
piling into the storm to get to work.
We stayed like that for another few hours
you got up and smoked and it made me
get up and take a shower, get ready for the day
only to relax with you on the couch and plan it all.
Our first night together, the night after you
kissed me, like a spouse.
I can smell the chives from the garden
back at my old house, finishing up a cigarette
I miss you sometimes, other times just the thought
of you. Of living life right as it came to me.
You're back in the distance.
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| I only post poetry on this anymore. I update my livejournal a lot so go to it. Same username and everything.
Also, Xanga, thank you for an okay 4 years. I just realized that it's been that long when I was looking back on past entries. I was so excited when I made it to 3 years so now after 4 it's kind of a meh feeling due to not using it anymore.
So go visit me on livejournal and let's be friends. I get more deep on that.
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| The night air brings in something lost
like a life full of old memories
Vibrant colors of the skyline. Think back,
to the things you miss but can't have,
to the things you don't even remember having
My heart aches for something gone
of a time the cities thrived
When happiness was a different word
all wrapped around your attitude
Men knew how to dance and women
they knew themselves.
All of this has slipped from my grasp
even before I could mold it in my life.
I am stuck between earth and twilight
Neither here nor there
Trying to belong to a lost time
The night air closes in on my tears
The ones normally cried after a funeral
Knowing you've missed out, no chances left.
This is how I view my last body and soul
Left too soon, left me here with no clue.
How do I get back, is the only question
but I know the answer, and its the truth.
I can't
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| The night was clammy and I knew what was coming
Thoughts kept running
running away from all we had
You went home and I let it out
Yet I dont have any doubts
doubts of what I did
I loved but it didn't last, my mind was pondering
pondering how to leave, how to be myself
and it wasn't portrayed with you
I'm the strongest I could be, you didn't alter that sense
Sense of new birth, sense of not needing your help
I am a queen, a person where the blood runs deep
You were too into leaping
Leaping for invisible love.
So on that bench I confessed my worth of silence
I will not be haunted
Haunted of what happened, haunted of what would have been
I am calm, yet tempermental. I don't forget.
You were the female, the sensitive hopeless romantic
Romanticizing something that didn't work
Strength is appealing, always able to cleanse the palate I quench for
Think what you wish, I'll always do the same
What I did that night was prove I needed better
Better with themselves, with their own self worth
Strength is a characteristic that will never die
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| I'm glad lives slow again. No more drama
Maybe not so slow that things don't happen but I don't know.
I feel like taking a book and going downtown to read, but I wouldn't know where. It's just a nice thought.
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