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FOOTSTEPSINTHERAIN.
Age: 17
Location: WL, bleh.
Joined On: Sep 20, 2006
i want: ...
I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket,
that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give your reflection.
I want your eyes on me.
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.
I want everyhing before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want......I want so much I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close.
I want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts becuase they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already.
And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget.
I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me, I don't want to think you really mean New York City and all the fun we have in it.
And I want your smile always and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips and I want your dissappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul, and I want my soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best, when I dont know.
And when your lost I want to find you.
And when your weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.
You were my favourite moment of a dead century.
Be inspired, kids.
Inspired by love. Inspired by hate to find the love.
If you don't agree with something, talk about it. Say something. Your opinion is as important as anyones. Speak your minds. What's the use of having all these thoughts and ideas if they are not shared..? Don't be controlled or told what to do by "higher levels of authority." Wheather is be your parentals or anyone/thing else. If you are fortunate to have the freedom of speech, use it. Don't just waste it. And most importantly, make your OWN. Don't just adopt opinions.. think about it and make your own choice of wheather it's right or wrong.
This is my opinion. What's yours..?
SPEAK!
When the curious girl realizes she is under glass.
Relief from this longing, they can land that plane on my heart I dont care just give me November, the warmth of a whisper in the freezing darkness of my room. But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace. All the pills that I take trying to balance my brain. I have seen the curious girl with that look on her face. So surprised she stares out form her display case.
