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my mental picture There's a mental image in my head of a girl in a cafe. She sits
in the same chair, places the same order, eats while she
stairs at the door, pays and leaves. I sleep just to dream with
her every night. To see if she finally runs away, if she flies
into freedom. But all she ever does is sit there with her coffee
and cake, always coffee and cake. Everything is black and
white. And she is soo silent, always silent and cold. My mental
image of the cafe girl is vivid and strong. I can almost breath
her pain. She is the ghost that hides all my hopes. I long to meet
her someday and tell her what she means to me, what she has
become.

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Painting Pretty Portraits

by ~angie1969

Buy me a pretty portrait of what we
should look like, every body else has. I
revive heading crappy music to
remember other times and other faces. It
wasn’t the person, it was the sex. And
that one wasn’t important but he sure as
hell made me feel that way. I didn’t love
him, just loved being loved. I would give
anything to go back to less meaningful
days. Nothing fills me better then
nothing. Empty from the core makes it
easy to survive. But now if you hurt I
hurt and if you break I break. We are
together for better or for worse. But I
can still manage to hate you after all that
love. I can still need to hurt you when
the day ends. Healthy breaking bones
after supper. Kiss you with my eyes
open and see myself kissing you. Tear
myself apart from us enough to look at
the bigger picture. Then there’s some
talk about the future, shallow words of
marriage, kids and a picket fence. I-love-
you? You-love-me? Things never seem
to go better and then the wall hits you
right in the face. I don’t love you. You
don’t love me. Those movie moments
don’t happen. The sky won’t turn blue
and we won’t go off into the night on a
horse. “Problem is decisions have
already been made and you are on a 1st
class ticket to hell. Sorry but keep your
hands and head in the window at all
times.” I think when you hear these
things its time to leave the building, but
how to get out of this life? I’m stuck to
you and there is no way out of this one. I
say enjoy the ride while it last, even if
eternity kills it.
:iconangie1969:
1st piece in the series I wrote. Series is called Taken:
2-Hanging Fairy Tales
3-Final Curtain

Song I like for this one is:

"Written In Blood"-She wants revenge

Blood red lips traced with a tongue they shine,
Cut theought a crowded room.
A look can say a lot sometimes
And so I take all my past attractions
And project on you.
Every dissapointment and mistake,
Some resintment from a one-night heartbreak.
My head is spinning
My hands go damp,
But still I force an introduction
And I ask you to dance.
You feel like home up aginst me so close,
Though we've just met tonight .
There's still so much that we still don't know,
But I'm fairly certain
That we just might work out right.
Then again it can all go up in flames,
And I'll take you down in the name of love.
But for now let's kiss hard,
Fuck the games.
All or nothing, it's written in blood

[Chorus]
On the way to the wedding,
Dressed in black, she said
"Sorry lover but you can't look back."
She says
"Oh no," she goes,
"Oh no," she goes
"Slow down baby or you're gonna explode."
On the way to the wedding,
Dressed in black, he said
"Sorry lover but you can't look back."
She says
"Oh no," she goes,
"Oh no," she goes
"Slow down baby keep your eyes on the road"

Soft wet skin, hairs raised, body tired;
And the sheets are across the floor.
You tell me that love don't last,
Drawing circles with your fingernails across my back.
As your lips form the words you won't say,
In the distance your favorite song plays.
I turn you over and look in your eyes,
Promise you that this is forever
Or till one of us dies.
You taste like tear stains
And could have beens,
But I love a good train wreck.
Your hair balled up inside my fist,
You tell me don't get too attatched
Like this is just entertainment.
Then again it could go up in flames,
And I'll take you down in the name of love.
Maybe one last kiss just to ease the pain
All or nothing it's written in blood

[Chorus x2]

On the way to the wedding (Oh no)
[x7]
On the way to the wedding
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=vicexversa Jan 31, 2008  Professional Artist
I think this is one of the most honest prose you've written so far.

--
Adriana
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~angie1969 Feb 1, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
I know but still not sure if it's a good thing.... Showed it to Jaimico and he didn't understand it :giggle: but oh well....

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I am my past, my present and my future wrapped in skin....
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*nick-ingle Jan 31, 2008  Student Digital Artist
okay. it's great.

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Q: What's the lie every person has told?
A: "I have read and agreed to the Terms and Conditions."
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Sin Titulo Es la hora cero en la que mis labios urgen de un beso.
El frió me ínsita a acercarme a el cuerpo caliente
mas cercano y mi espíritu quiere bailar con otro
ser. Pero entre tanta necesidad no se haya
sosiego. Hoy bailo sola. Que me abrace el viento
y me haga el amor como solo el sabe hacerlo. La
lluvia que cae sobre mis labios termina mojándolos
como un amante en celo. Solo la naturaleza logra
satisfacer mis deseos mas profundos. Los que ni tu,
ni ella y mucho menos el logran calmar...

Soy agua que corre en un río pedregoso. Soy el guepardo
que pasa veloz e inadvertido. Soy parte de todos
pero solo pocos me Sin Titulo by ~angie1969
... Ese sonido de la piel separandose, tu brazo sudado y
pegajoso alejándose de el mio casi inaudible. Los
buses que pasan afuera. El vecino de arriba moviendo
una silla. La lluvia leve que cae. Mi respiracion serena
y la tuya agitada. El niño que llora en alguna parte de
este condenado edificio. Tu corazón acelerado sin sentir el
ritmo de The Mighty Diamonds que suena en el fondo.

De alguna forma me encuentro enfrente de un espejo y
veo lo que se esconde en el fondo, eso que nunca se dice.
Lo feo que guardo adentro lentamente moviéndose, pudriéndose,
endureciendo. En el momento de luz se ve mejor la os... by ~angie1969
Change of Heart by ~angie1969
Contigo ni sin ti La vuelvo a poner, y que? La quiero
sentir otra vez, contándome una historia
nueva con esas mismas palabras de siempre
encontradas en una deliciosa melodía. Un
momento de paz e iluminación en medio del
ajetreo de esta ciudad. No tengo la culpa que
cuando cierro los ojos y me fumo un tabaco
me acaricia un brazo bajando poco a poco
con una mano. Atravieza mi abdomen hasta
formar un abrazo con la otra. Pone su rostro a
la par del mío y reproducimos el mismo ritmo,
una sola respiración. Me mueve de izquierda a
derecha, de derecha a izquierda. Me hierve la
sangre con ese calorcito que traspasa mi
Contigo ni sin ti by ~angie1969
Let's not waste a good tear. by ~angie1969
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