31.10.04
when will this end?

when will all the anguish end?
the pain, the drama, the bleeding.
sometimes, the pain is just too much.
im ok, i swear...
or not.
these scars,
though they may fade with time,
are etched on my soul forever.
all
because
of you.
i am stuck on this endless,
sick cycle.
carousel?
no. not even your
worst nightmare
of a carousel
could come close to this.
i see you over
and over
and over
and over
and im tired of it.
i would
die
to breathe again.
live again.
laugh again.
love again.
they say behind my back
what does she think?
why is she so depressed?
well, i remember the day
my heart went cold.
the day my faith
was raped.
wouldnt you be depressed too?
i have more memories
than if i had lived
a thousand years.
they lie scattered
among wilted fern and rose,
almost forgotten.
but never truly.
now i lie
among those memories,
seeing nothing else.
your face
your smile
your voice
im stuck inside these
horrible memories.
you etched these scars in my soul,
did you know that?
do you even care?
i still cry myself to sleep,
just from thinking of your smile.
your smile that killed me.
i remember everything, dear.
its been just under 11 months now.
and youre still saying
we werent that close.
so, i guess, you didnt understand
that sound you heard
was my heart.
you were grinding it into the dirt.
oh, but i guess
you were too busy
listening to
omg, im so sorry.
like you were
the one with the problem.
like you were
the one getting hurt.
while i soudlessly
vanished
into oblivion.
seeing you
everyday
and crying
everyday.
youve moved on.
you make it look easy.
how could you move on?
how could you do that to me?
you promised
you wouldnt leave me alone.
but thats exactly what you did.
so now you are laying
among wilted fern and rose.
along with the old you,
the one i trusted.
along with the new me,
bleeding from 20 places,
spinning in circles.
what could make someones life
a living hell?
4 simple words.
get away from me.
...
you cut me deep.
so deep, im bleeding to death.
all because of a chemical imbalance.
a traumatized childhood.
is it really that scary?
i bet youve thought about it.
am i really so different from you?
now does it scare you
that im able to discern
what to love and what to burn?
love: you.
burn: me.
why those choices,
you may ask.
well.
ive already told you.
and now,
ill add your fuel to the fire.
that hate,
that pain,
that anguish
you caused me,
that you never felt.
never.
so dont judge what you dont understand.
just dont judge what you dont understand.
and so we return to the original question.
when will this end?

-jo.

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23:02

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im going insane over you

its so nice sitting very still, in a room where no one else can feel the pain that breaks my heart each day, im not ok. sunlight shining through my window, let's me know that i'm still alive. why did i ever let you inside my heart? i'm such a fool. paint my face in shades of blood and grey and take a seat right next to me. well i shouldve known that you were a killer, but now i'm dead...ill stab you one time. ill eat your heart out so you feel my pain. don't you know that i always see you in all of my dreams? i wanna kill you. i wanna kill you. now i'm insane.

-not written by me(danielle), just thought i'd share it cuz it describes my feelings even if i didnt write it.

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30.10.04
announcement numero...ah, what are we on? oh. well, i dont know how to say that...

hey guys. sorry ive changed the blog so much. the image hosting gets yoinked though. not cool. seeya.
-jo.

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28.10.04
the alphabet, and what, precisely, it means to me.

a is for abandonment,
b is for betrayal.
c.
c is for...
cassandra.
today.
im thinking,
thinking all too much.
she wont get out of my head.
instead
i see the same thing
over
and over
and over
again.
the look on her face...
the thoughts in my head...
too much.
if i am doomed
to live the rest of my life
in this still-frame,
this single,
particular,
painful scene,
just shoot me.
d is for depression,
e is for eternity,
f.
f is for...
fuck this.
i dont want to see it again.
i dont want to see her again.
but i have to.
g is for god help me,
h is for those lost hellos,
i.
i is for...
i love her,
i hate her.
she wont remember me,
but i remember her.
who can choose what they dream?
for dream,
i do.
it haunts me.
no food,
no drink,
no dreamless sleep
could ever make me forget.
j is for jo[jumping]outthewindow,
k is for just kill me,
l.
l is for...
love.
she wont even look at me.
she cant forgive me
for something i didnt even do.
a crime i didnt commit.
a cry for help.
m is for make her see me,
n is for never again,
o.
o is for...
ohmyfuckinggod.youhavetobekiddingme.
goddammit.
leave me, please.
im so confused.
she abondoned me
and left me with
a chemical imbalance
and a broken heart.
p is for 'please...',
q is for your voice,
your quotes engraved on my soul,
r.
r is for...
revenge.
no. really?
rage?
ravaged?
redemption?
not too sure of that one.
s is for silence.
t is for time doesnt heal all things.
u.
u is for...
ubiquitous.
ever-present.
everywhere.
why wont you leave me alone?
v is for voice, the ones inside me,
fighting for control.
and the one ive been hearing
since the day i 'died'.
yours.
w is for why? why did you do it?
x.
x is for...
the mark you made on my heart
before you drove a stake into it.
hm.
im tired of this, girl.
why wont you love me back?
y is for weve already covered this one.
why did you do it?
and finally z.
z is for the sound you make
when you sleep,
so deep,
the sound i will never make
for the rest of eternity.
thank you cassie.
for everything youve done.
now take this,
and be gratified.

-jo.

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22:04

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26.10.04
denied.

i cant deal any more.
no place for a blade,
the sweet, sweet blood
running down my throat.
no. even that
has been denied me.
and theres someone
begging
begging to be let in.
comforted.
to comfort.
and i cant.
i cant even deal with myself
let alone someone else.
but no one gets it.
except a few.
one of which has borne it too long.
who has turned away
again, i think.
no contact.
one of which is so busy
so busy she doesnt have the time.
i respect that.
she apologized.
one of which i havent seen,
havent felt for a long time.
im all alone.
my soul is sleeping somewhere cold.
i have no spirit.
can i last much longer?
vampiric, i long for the blood,
the quiet,
red,
blood.
cleaning me.
taking everything away,
but the iron red stain
and the raised red line.
i am denied.

-jo.

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22:34

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no one mourns the wicked.

i feel i have done
something wrong.
have i?
am i, in fact,
a nameless statistic?
a grey area?
a souless art work?
no, im pure
black and white.
so why am i penalized
for something i havent done?
something i thought about.
something that is a cry for help,
not a cry for abandonment.
and you left me
in that cold
dark
office.
alone.
tears flowing freely.
i struck out.
hit someone,
grabbed them for reassurance,
and they stabbed me
in
the
chest.
i couldnt find you,
for two months.
sure, i saw you.
everyday.
i was ill.
everyday.
when i saw you.
i missed you that much.
and one day,
i felt you.
for the first time
in months.
you smiled sadly,
in the corridor.
handed me something.
was i forgiven?
did you still love me?
i opened it
and
died.
my heart turned to ice.
i read it again.
my heart cracked.
i read it again.
my heart shattered,
like so many bottles
thrown off a building.
and now
i cant get you out of my mind.
leave me.
please.
i need
some
PEACE.
but no.
i dream you.
i think about you.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
i dont sleep anymore.
i dont eat anymore.
you
made
me
sick.
somehow, like the dog
that loves its master,
no matter how badly
it is beaten,
i still love you.
i can feel every breath
and every heartbeat in your chest.
and i cry.
ive been screaming sonce that day.
inside.
never letting it out.
broken?
you ask me if im broken?
i hope for your sake you dont wake up
as broken as i am.

-jo.

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22:20

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ive lost so many
all too quickly.
take away what has never been mine
i feel so alone
though you say you understand
you dont, i know you dont...
...then again how could you?
i used to think i had someone to turn to
someone to wipe my tears.
but lately they've been flowing freely
running their path, all the way to the edge of my face,
and no one is there to stop them.
ive lost so much now...
not just friends.
no one to turn to, nothing to help me escape.
im running out.
im afraid no one will save me
and the one person who can...
wont.
god please help me
when will this end...
i dont want to leave
but im sure i cant stay.

-danielle

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24.10.04
(untitled, again)

yea, we who cannot see
we pretend to know
the answers to everything

yea, we who cannot know
we pretend to see
the answers to everything

but he who loves
knows the truth
behind everything

-aaron
number_one_peace_out

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21:28

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i.hate.you

towards the end i did take you for granted
but what about you?
have you taken my love for granted?
or do you really not want it anymore?
i feel so distant from you even as you walk right past
i dont know what seems less real to me
the times before when we never spoke
or the times you couldnt tear us away from each other.
im not going to be okay.
maybe i could feel sorry for you,
everyone says your messed up
but you messed me up with you
you didnt have to do that you know
you could have left in peace
i could have wasted away in silence,
but you never gave me that option.
now all i need is to fill that void.
you seem to have replaced me just fine
no regrets
i guess thats what your life is all about.
im not so sure what i want from you anymore.
closure...
something i dont know if i can ever have.
its easy for me to say i hate you,
when my anger is all piled up.
its easy for you to say you dont think about me
when shes standing next to you.
am i the one over-reacting?
or have you taken me for granted?

-crappy writing by danielle

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20:47

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22.10.04
(untitled)

ok. hey. aaron. yeah. me.

woohoo. so i joined the site. damn restrictions on grammer. i can tell this is gonna show up on my english grade "aaron refuses to use capitols"

yeah, i just had to rewrite this whole thing. anyhow, my poem for the day/week/month/wheneverthehellifeellikeit.

i know youll never be mine
but, still, my heart pumps fast
and your a little beyond my grasp
but i wish i could take it

i wish i could make you mine
i hoped that i could make this last.
this may be a little beyond my grasp,
But im gonna try to make it

i wish i could take my time
i wanted to live and laugh
but its a little beyond my grasp
i dont think im gonna make it

-aaron
number one peace out.

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17.10.04
i fell into yesterday.

and as i fell
into yesterday
i saw you.
as i fell
into tomorrow
you were there.
i called out to you,
but you didnt answer.
you left me
constantly falling,
unable to balance.
all
because
of you.
you swept me
off my feet,
but you werent there
to catch me.
i screamed your name
at the sky
until i lost my voice.
but you werent listening.
and i continued falling
for eternity.

-jo.

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cried for no one.

i love you dani.
im sorry.
-jo.

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01:29

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16.10.04
sorry

hey ben, no you didnt slaughter my name lol. oh and hey you shouldnt say youre poetry is bad, its good!

sorry lol im probably like ruining this whole thing with all my random thoughts, but i dunno i write a bunch of stuff that i dont like, but sometimes i just think of random sentences or something so yes. lol sorry jordan, tell me when youre ready for me to stop my random posts! until then though, heres some dumb thing i was thinking about thats not even near poetic lol.

i always think about whether or not i ever cross your mind, if you ever become consumed with our memories, with what i would call your mistakes like i do. but deep in my heart i know the truth, i always have...i know you dont think about me. the only time you do is when someone speaks my name, and even then its only for a split second when you just picture my face...and then the moment is gone. youre back to thinking about her, or anything else besides me. you dont miss me, you dont even care about me. you dont regret a word of what you did to me, and i know this. dont try and play off the fact that you know what youve done to me...like it or not, i know you. i hate the person youve become, but even more than that i hate the person ive become because of you. i remember you kept saying "because of me, because of a boyfriend" god, are you stupid? NO, BECAUSE OF MY BEST FRIEND! dont you get it, you were so much more to me than that, i would have given anything for you. dont ever tell me again that you loved me more than you have ever loved anyone in your entire life. i cant believe you had the guts to say that to me. if thats true, how the hell do you let that go? you dont! dont you get that? what is wrong with you? what is happening inside of you that could have possibly posessed you to do this to me! i told you never again to tell me that you love me or that you care about me. i told you we couldnt be friends. and look at us, i finally found the courage in myself to stand up to you, and i havent talked to you in about 4 months. theres days when i want to, i want to reach out to you so badly to see if you're ok. ive heard rumors, rumors that youre doing bad shit...you are so much better than that. but then when im preparing myself to say what i need to say to you, something changes my mind. i see you and realize that maybe you are happier now... maybe im over-reacting. i dont hate, you kept saying that to me. i dont, even though sometimes i do say it. you make me so angry! you hurt me more than i have ever imagined a person could ever hurt me. and it was you, my best friend. you stabbed me in the back, you ripped me apart with no apologies. "i wonder if youre happy or just glad to see me scarred" god sometimes i just think about everything...all the memories, and wonder how it is you can be this way? those memories were amazing, more than most people feel in a long time...you threw it away. i still dont see your reasoning, you tried to explain it, but its still no use. ill continue wishing for a very long time that you'll come back. the only thing that could take this longing out of me is someone else. someone to fill that void you so selfishly left inside me. i still long for you, miss you with each breath, the only hope i still own is that for you to acknowledge me again as yours. but of course, i know deep inside me, that my deepest fears have come true, they have been true for a while now...you dont love me anymore.

--sorry i know thats long, i just had to vent. pathetic, i know i am.

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a poem like dani's.

hi. oddly, i just found a poem of mine, slightly like dani's last one. (and yes, i am breaking down and using apostraphes. ew. but theyre for possession. so it doesnt count.) here it is:

turn the other cheek,
or die quietly.
my heart was gone.
a broken piece lay on the floor.
alone.
the hollow wind as empty
as her heart.
the hollow sky as empty
as my tears.
i am gone.

-jo.

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23:01

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15.10.04
random-ness...

hello, jordan said i could write anything, so i'm just gonna write a bunch of random-ness! YES! ummm lets see if i can think of any deep thoughts that come to mind... oh well i thought of my first poem-ness that i actually liked that i wrote kind of a long time ago so here it is...

you ripped my soul right out of me and tore it into pieces. aimlessly trying to put the puzzle back together you leave it mangled and sick. put in a piece of you and place it back inside. a new person emerges...one i do not know...you dont know me, but neither do i. now im lost, trying desperately to remove that piece of YOU that has appeared inside of me.

well i probably have a lot of deep thoughts but im busy arguing with my friend about people who hurt themselves so thats deep enough for me right now! maybe later!

-suffocate within (danielle)

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22:56

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13.10.04
announcement numero uno.

hey. i thought id let you know, this isnt just poetry. its everything. poetry is preferred, and no surveys are allowed, but you can post a discussion, some thoughts, anything. cause im going to post one line:
cassie- this is for you. take it and be gratified.
thanx.
-jo.

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its better to have loved than lost...

than to never have loved at all.
well.
thats a bunch of bullshit.
would you even say
its better to be blind,
have sight for 10 minutes,
and lose it again?
or just never have seen?
because then
you dont know
what youre missing.
however.
with love, you always know
what youre missing.
whether its
catching lovers
behind a shed,
or movie make-out scenes.
also.
whatever love you get,
however great the intermission,
in between heartbreaks,
its going to end in tragedy.
no matter what.
end
of
story.
so, i guess its just all crap.
to hell with it all.
love
is
shit.
wonderful.
thats great
to look forward to.
---just great.

-jo.

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21:07

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for one. and one only.

i need someone.
not someone
who can find the solution,
not someone with the answers,
not someone to fix it.
not someone like you.
just someone
who will listen.
someone who will see
how i feel.
i cant deal.
im trying, but no.
not working.
but is trying, at least,
a new leaf?
and if so,
do i really need
to turn it over?
(if you think thats
a depressing thought.
you havent seen
what it was.)
but i still just want to
HATE you.
i need to get you
out of my head.
im stuck in this
mindless cycle
where miss you---
---and i miss you---
---and i miss you---
---and, you know what?
FUCK you.
i have to tell myself
you are so totally
not worth this.


----------------but the part that worries me
----------------is that maybe you are.

-jo.
*sorry laura.

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16:23

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advice.

most of us, when we ask for advice,
pay it no attention.
we already knew the answer,
but we wanted a different one.
most of us, when asked for advice,
say that we dont know.
we did know exactly what the answer was,
but we didnt want to admit our problems.
socrates was a greek philosopher.
when he gave advice,
they poisoned him.
take my advice.
i dont use it anyway.

-jo.

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16:03

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12.10.04
poetry portfolio...

hey. these are a few of my poems from english 3.

never forgotten

my heart, my trust, shattered beyond repair.
hows my life? ha, you dare ask
after you deserted me, to save your stainless reputation,
your innocence.
hiding me from your circle of friends,
unsightly.
rejection.
still, i offered friendship,
an offer that still stands,
refused.
wishing the best, you watched me crash and burn,
silken tears sliding down my (your?) cheek.
forgotten, the days, the summer we spent together,
reckless, carefree, art-filled days,
now gone.
you are silent, avoiding me and my apologies.
your reply?
a match to the shattered, burnt, fragments of my heart.
your reply?
carried in my pocket since that fateful day,
never forgotten.


cassandras villanelle

im finally ready to leave this place,
forgetting everything past by and by,
escaping memories, your voice and face.

none could ever come close to my pace,
with my running sprint, as if I fly,
im finally ready to leave this place.

im so tired of being here in this place,
youre chasing away all my sanity.
escaping memories, your voice and face.

you turned and ran from this memorable place,
watched me crash and burn while i, not you, cried.
im finally ready to leave this place.


i clung here for years, remembering your face,
your betrayal, your silence, your reply.
escaping memories, your voice and face.

i know i will never forget this place,
all of the things you did that made me cry,
im finally ready to leave this place,
escaping memories, your voice and face.


the life of a tear

formed, salty, squeezed out.
crystalline drop traveling s l o w l y
down the sheer face,
navigating the slight curves.

finally falling to join its brethren,
siblings, from this
particular
heartache.


pain unraveled

young, made old from months, nay, years
of depression, trauma, betrayal, tears.
a blessing to finally outline all this,
colors and images
no longer floating randomly,
surfacing unexpectedly.
the punch line has been told, my life is now spent.
i
am
quite
ready.


trying

trying to look past the shadows in my mind,
unidentified voices.
trying to find my way.
one last time, I want to feel what it feels like
to feel alive.
one last glimpse of weakened sunlight
before a life of eternal night.
dont take me.
i will at least go out fighting,
landing blow after blow upon your face
until you lay in the mud, unconscious.
i will flee, knowing i can never truly escape.

-jo.

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04:00

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11.10.04
starless skies

the sickness has finally taken over, plaguing every inch of me.
maybe i could just disappear, completely out of sight and mind.
let the lonliness creep through my veins mixing with the pain and anger you injected into me.
show me how to walk away
how to turn my back.
you are oh so good at that.
ill show you what its like to ache
what i's like to die from the inside out.
left me alone to face myself
turned ugly now that youre gone.
these thoughts are haunted by you,
tearing at me every waking second
until i am thrashing around inside of myself,
gasping for breath,
suffocating within,
im broken,
and like my mirror, shattered.
pieces of me left on the ground.
they are empty and hollow as the stars in the sky have become.

-suffocate within
(Danielle)

bleeding inside since
18:31

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rules.

yes, sadly, there are rules. just cause im a control freak and i like our blog looking all nice. so. numero uno. no capitalization. unless it is absolutely necessary to the structure of your poem, no one wants to see it. numero dos. no apostrophes. i hate them, and theyre stupid. numero tres. no spelling errors. sorry for those of you who are slightly illiterate. but its hard to read poetry if it is fricking spelled wrong. numero quatro. sign your poems. ill take credit for them otherwise...*evil grin*. awesome. other than that, nothing else so far. you can use whatever font/size you want. any type of poem. etc. thank you.
-jo.

bleeding inside since
18:27

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when you look you see right through me.

when you look you see right through me,
looking at the wall behind me.
dont you understand im more than you think?
when you feel you feel the wrong things,
'youre so happy, youre never depressed.'
dont you understand im not a simple girl?
when i cry you look right at me,
then you look away.
dont you understand i need to be comforted?
when i speak you turn your head,
listening to the wind?
dont you understand i need to be heard?
dont you see me in distress?
what the hell is wrong with you?
i know its not me.
i hope its not me.
----please tell me its not me.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
18:15

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what would you do if you knew you could not fail?

what would you do if you knew you could not fail?
if you knew you could not be forgotten?
if you knew you could not die?
--would you finally work up the courage

----to embrace me?

what would you do if you knew the world was ending?
if you knew that you would expire?
if you knew you coud not stop it?
--would you finally allow yourself

----to forget me?

what would you do if you knew you had to leave?
if you knew you could no longer satisfy?
if you knew you would soon fail?
--would you finally resign yourself

----that im not coming back?

what would you do if you knew that i was broken?
if you knew that i was lost?
if you knew that i was done?
--would you finally permit yourself

----to cry for me one last time?

-jo.

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17:06

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7.10.04
first addition.

hi. its jo again. well, im trying to figure out how to invite him in, but till then, this is bens stuff.

head down
--
keep your head low
keep your soul down
stop fucking around
this is my life
get away from it
do not hurt me
do not let me
hurt you so deep
ive had enough
so should you

passed
--
i have your present,
its at least decent,
tell me you remember,
that last december,
smiles and happiness,
with that restlessness,
i miss you so much,
my heart wont patch,
what happened to
us being happy too,
smile me that last smile,
i miss you so much.

awesome. k. seeya.
-jo.

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21:38

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5.10.04
first one all over again.

hi. im jo. or jooutthewindow. take your pick. this is my poetry website. i was inspired by the bad poets society and the never ending story, which is by my friends aaron and ben. and maybe me someday. anyway. in this blog, i am accepting applications to post on it. i need your username or name, your email, and a few sample poems, including titles. email these to me at beckham2590@hotmail.com . awesome. well, lets get started.
-jo.

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# linkage.
aaron.
alltheworldtonothing.
bad poets society.
ben.
dani.
the end is near.
i dont own emotion. i rent.
jooutthewindow.
never ending story.
the nightjar.
lonely for the last time.
rosiebc6.
saccharinity.
second chances. from $26 995.
set my heart alight.
soph.
suicidiaries.

# bitch here.



# rules.
yes, sadly, there are rules. just cause im a control freak and i like our blog looking all nice. so. numero uno. no capitalization. unless it is absolutely necessary to the structure of your poem, no one wants to see it. numero dos. no apostrophes. i hate them, and theyre stupid. numero tres. no spelling errors. sorry for those of you who are slightly illiterate. but its hard to read poetry if it is fricking spelled wrong. numero quatro. sign your poems. ill take credit for them otherwise...*evil grin*. awesome. other than that, nothing else so far. you can use whatever font/size you want. any type of poem. etc. thank you.

# us.
name: jordan.
age: 15.
called: jo, dino, jooutthewindow, georgia.
contact: beckham2590@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: writing, drawing, soccer, rowing, swimming, cello.
people: you know who you are.

not so much.

people: you know who you are.
things: juniper bushes, society, life. probably you, too.

music.

artist: green day, linkin park, jimmy eat world, evanescence, autopilot off, blink-182, simple plan, etc.

name: danielle.
age: 15.
called: dani, t-rex, daniel, wingy, doneal*a*thon, psycho.
contact: winged-one@comcast.net

awesome.

pastimes: soccer, wakeboarding, music.
people: not me.

not so much.

people: boys(lol, most but not all), he who must not be named.

music.

artist: korn, linkin park, staind, strata, disturbed.

name: dorota.
age: 17.
called: dorota, d, dorito, roacha...basically anything.
contact: kurczaczek91@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: rowing, swimming, viola, reading, just chilling and shaking my booty.
people: everyone who is nice and not michelle tillman.

not so much.

people: michelle tillman and all those bitchy whores out there.
things: sharks, jellyfish, and seaweed.

music.

artist: anyone.

name: bailey.
age: 16.
called: bay, bail, foomelody, crack whore.
contact: sportsgirlmidfield@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: soccer, poetry, rocking out, people watching.
people: anyone who doesnt piss me off right away.

not so much.

people: anyone with a bad aura.
things: not being able to breathe under the covers.

music.

artist: foofighters, queens of the stone age, nirvana, black rebel motorcycle club, and many many others.

name: sophie.
age: 15.
called: sophsta, fefe, soph, soapie, the list goes on.
contact: wicked_lemons@yahoo.com

awesome.

pastimes: writing, art.
people: david bowie.

not so much.

people: pretentious people, and idiots who think theyre smart. theyre not.
things: math and spelling.

music.

artist: placebo, david bowie, new order, joy division, and the yeah yeah yeahs.

name: ben.
age: 15.
called: ben.
contact: Nerdsworld5643@aol.com

awesome.

pastimes: violin, reading, hanging out.
people: mes amis.

not so much.

people: no idea.
things: bananas.

music.

artist: anyone.

name: aaron.
age: 14.
called: aaron, asshole, raisin, furtard(why thats been extended to me, god only knows) whatever you want.
contact: newbluechampion666@hotmail.com.

awesome.

pastimes: baseball, sleeping, procrastinating, poeming.
people: who knows.

not so much.

people: The list is at 5 pages.
things: stairs, and broken headphones.

music.

artist: (this is gonna be long) everclear, cradle of filth, marilyn manson, metallica, linkin park, AFI, dave matthews band, everlast, spearhead, yellowcard.

name: michael.
age: 15.
called: evoldous, psycho child.
contact: mbhultman@msn.com.

awesome.

pastimes: skateboarding(is it a past time?).
people: danzaver, brixius, gabby, dan-yell, you know, all those people.

not so much.

people: i dont know, that one kid that wants to kill me.
things: those scion cars, they look like boxes.

music.

artist: icp, twiztid, marcy playground, kotton mouth kings, they might be giants, nirvana, metallica, more...


# credits
picture by jo.
layout by roxy_belle.