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wake up and hate you

Posted by Sheree Margaret on June 20, 2011 at 1:42 AM Comments comments (1)

wake up and hate you


i don’t read much these days

short on vicodin

and attention to trite detail

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it's not about you

Posted by Sheree Margaret on June 20, 2011 at 1:30 AM Comments comments (4)



it’s not about you

another cluster
fuck
of words
dug deep from the gravel
pit
of empty souls
each jagged
edge
precisely aligned
a reeling puzzle of pain
to honor
past demons
lingering on the fringes of
sanity
darkness eludes and light denies
caught
swirling in a gray
purgatory
sickening screams from lost
nightmare...

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past lover's sting

Posted by Sheree Margaret on March 12, 2011 at 4:48 PM Comments comments (4)

Black rose Pictures, Images and Photos



your flavour of love is a mirage within the afterglow of stale cinderella dreams
a twisted embrace tangled and tainted...
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slave

Posted by Sheree Margaret on August 10, 2009 at 5:26 PM Comments comments (2)

ADDICTION CHALLENGE:



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a slave to the

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cinnamon narcissism

Posted by Sheree Margaret on August 7, 2009 at 10:27 PM Comments comments (4)

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celestial promises
under the pretense
of artistic sisterhood
the wafting scent
of spiced tea
ginger perhaps?
clove
chai vanilla vapors
i can't quite put my

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parachute

Posted by Sheree Margaret on August 4, 2009 at 11:13 AM Comments comments (6)

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orange crush bottle
crushing white
the flimsy promise
of
tissue paper wrapped pleasure
the sound of swallows
singing
orgasmic euphoria
of
free falling
cloud after hazy mazy cloud
hig...

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if i wrote you a love poem

Posted by Sheree Margaret on August 1, 2009 at 3:16 AM Comments comments (4)

if i wrote you a love poem
it would not be filled
with sunshine
and
rainbows
or
cotton candy dreams
it would be about how
i
might be good for you
but not the
best
thing for you
it would be about how
i
cried for days
not knowing
whether
or
not
you survived
but you will
never
know
and it would be a
little dirty
but not filth...

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