you and me it's all about me and you and everyoneyou and me by ~noxscriptor
that ever loved anyone you don't count
i had a dream that everything we said
was obscene and we were lonely
but we're smart and pretty lonely anyway
not like a friday before the weekend
we all know deep inside it's monday
and we all have to wake up and die
you and me and in between
we cry a lot and never die
it's sad the things we do sometimes
we laugh a lot through rain
and then there was a ghost of spring
it said the roses were the promise
and we sang a lullaby to me and you
and made a prayer so things wouldn't end
and they didn't but it isn't the same now
everything has changed an
making faces at god drowning in memoriesmaking faces at god by ~noxscriptor
like the summer's sorrow
as it faces its fall
so i contemplate mine
the cockroaches emerge
my fallen scraps consume
my hand's form fits the lock
but my key's a falsehood
there may be a home or
there may be a kingdom
but the king is a snake
not of the garden kind
i am - whether wrong or
right; it is not measured
like october leaves rot
feeding the sleeping ground
i am flowers in spring
before my distant fall
i mull over my shouts
echoes in the blizzard
tornado twists my fate
you are invisible
unnamed and untitled
breathe; my living chokes me
kill yourself for a dare
say it doesn't matter
i s
gossamer lies up in the airgossamer lies by ~noxscriptor
spiders spin a web of mist
threads everywhere
taut ropes i cannot resist
webs in my mind
thoughts entwined they wind away
until they find
i have nothing more to say
i am a fly
moon's blood sweet i find my cage
no more i fly
gentle weave of widow mage
dew on the thread
fades away but i am caught
woven my web
against beauty i fight not
message she weaves
spider sweet with deadly silk
poems i read
silver moon of spider ilk
reach in my thought
ease my wonders calm my soul
simple my lot
delicate craft spins a whole
now i am lost
vanquished freedom is not asked
silver almost
bitter truth not long will
a walk in the rain my wet feet pounding down the blocka walk in the rain by ~noxscriptor
on tippy-toes of cloth; like roots
my shoes drink up the wet cement
my feet are heavy; winter's breath
has come to play across my face
umbrellas flee from the wind's rage
we have our little game; i want
to reach my class unscathed
by water; you want me to stay
10.08.06
my main deviantart account is *essanox, this is the poetry account i opened to separate them from my pictures. enjoy! 
Sta.sh
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MuttGirl
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Your mind is turning.
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