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Chapter 2-The Other GirlsChapter 2-The Other Girls
The other girls didn't look at me like Amy did. They would shy away from guys like me most of the time. In the rare occurrences that they would even give me the time of day, it was with looks of disgust and rejection. The ones that didn't give me such looks I shallowly steered clear of.

I never felt the urge to pursue any of them, as I knew it would only result in my turmoil. Rachle was the first that ever positively acknowledged me and she was all but damaged goods. She had a boyfriend of 2 years at the time and referred to me as “the backup plan.”

Kristin was flirty but had a different boyfriend for Chapter 2-The Other Girls by ~phillipskid32

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Chapter 1-AmerisaWhat's your name?
I didn't know what to do. Talk to this beautiful vixen who seemed to adore me, or ignore her like I did the other girls.
She seemed to be so different then the other girls, She had a quality, that must have been derived from the skies. Her hair was a silky oak color, and her full of life face, which I must admit, was the prettiest face I had ever seen, was fixated on me like a sunflower following the star for which it was named.
No, she wasn't like the other girls who swatted my heart around their life sized ping pong table. She had an aurora about her that transcended my trust issues and let me open up, and bloom if yoChapter 1-Amerisa by ~phillipskid32

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Creation...Under the Rain not destructionSky arousing trees with gutting force,
as a toddler would his army men.
The wind stirring rain inconceivably strange,
coats of creation under the rain.

Cars topple buildings
as scars tattoo skin
Mars isn't foreign,
when bars begin to spin.

Rare rain filled blasts,
like sand on skin,
each grain whistling and
stinging on end.

Under the sun
Picasso has spoken.Creation...Under the Rain not destruction by ~phillipskid32

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Foreign EyesA plane arrives
hauling foreign eyes
whose confusion,
makes them seem unwise.
They aren't.

The different signs,
trick these foreign eyes,
that have never seen letters
drawn with crossing lines.

The new language puzzles the foreign ears
putting the brain in a constant shame.
Making the face look less than sane.

The foreign hands,
don't know how to exchange
a currency that's alien,
hungered mouth still yearning.

A foreign body now in shock,
questions hosts who are but cogs.
Sense of humor all but lost,
fear for safety, all forethought. Foreign Eyes by ~phillipskid32

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Wistful Frustrations

It's all wrong, all of it.

Because the words that fall out of my mouth and stain the page are sophomoric at best,
And no metaphor can fool you into thinking I'm any better than all the rest.
I try and I push but my feeble mind is clouded by thoughts of you,
And my heavy heart will break if this is the best I can do.

Because it all started as a minuscule hole;
Which, aided by Misery's cruel company, began to implode.
Now, each night, I recognize a cold pain that resides in that dark cavity
That formed when I fooled myself into thinking he could complete me.

When all I ever wanted was to be happy and lovely and perfect-...
I may neverWistful Frustrations by *DeathbySkittlez

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BreathI stepped forward and fell into
A world of zero-gravity, and was
Surrounded. Surrounded
By a blue that pretended to be light.
A water
That wrapped me in its unseen arms and
Vowed to keep me.
Forever.
Crippled with no life jacket,
Small hands flinging for the sky,
And nose
Filling
With death.
But no murder ballads
Would be written for my name,
And cold concrete
Would not become my house.
And the Weaver of Stories spun
A different
Life-thread.
Little legs kicked,
Small hands reached,
And fingers (thank the Lord for fingernails!)
Found the pool edge.
Arms and legs clinging and
Wriggling
Out of the blue death's grasBreath by ~PaintingSaint

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Foreign Eyes

by ~phillipskid32, Jan 4, 2013, 7:51:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

A plane arrives
hauling foreign eyes
whose confusion,
makes them seem unwise.
They aren't.

The different signs,
trick these foreign eyes,
that have never seen letters
drawn with crossing lines.

The new language puzzles the foreign ears
putting the brain in a constant shame.
Making the face look less than sane.

The foreign hands,
don't know how to exchange
a currency that's alien,
hungered mouth still yearning.

A foreign body now in shock,
questions hosts who are but cogs.
Sense of humor all but lost,
fear for safety, all forethought.