justarr

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sink hole by justarr, literature

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sink hole

i didnt fit in my place. in that space ment for me in their lives and in yours. parts of me didnt belong didnt fit the shape. so in my need to feel security and warmth i stripped them away and now my empty spaces are sinking in. i feel like im imploding collapsing within myself. all that you wanted from me just swallowed up in silence. the bits and pieces left over i try to keep for myself. a little secret, just for me. but my anonymity betrays me. and my grip is too soft and just as softly my pieces ebb out from neglect. silent and private small and overlooked. all thats left is the memory of what i was what i wanted t

Knocking Over a Picture by justarr, literature

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Knocking Over a Picture

Sometime ago, you left me. And it didnt hurt as much as I thought. I cried, my eyes hurt. But it sunk in, eventually. I thought it would be like fire. Burning me, consuming me. Agony beyond expression... But it was more like a weight. An invisible, breathible, but untouchable weight. You were buried, and we left for home. Simple, clean, Humane. Period. My life didn't drag on. It was just one of those things that pass. I still slept well at night, with no visions of you dead in your house. I was right in the head, doing well in school. I still eat like a horse. It was just one of those things that pass But today I kn

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i gently wrap it around her neck and slowly draw it tight. too bad you wont wake up tomarrow, but atleast you said good night. you look so comfy there, as you lose you breath. too bad you wont wake tomarrow, cuz tonight you greet your death. you drove me over the edge you know, you drove me to choke you, you see. to bad you wont wake up tomarrow, ..dead as a door nail youll be. you shouldnt have taunted me you shouldnt have raved, its too bad you wont wake up tomarrow, but lets hope you like the grave.

lover by justarr, literature

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lover

Somewhere between imagined and felt lies this world we wander. Each face is a glass window on a new door leading to the exciting unknown. But behind those doors lies darkness and light, heat and frost, truth and lies. The adventurer calls out in a soft voice, carried on a gentle wind, straining to hear the sound of a voice willing to walk in harmony, even if only briefly. There is much to see for those with eyes connected to the soul, sadly, the blind surround us in this beautiful fantasy. Can you see?

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hope

when your filled with rage, but trapped in a cage trying to help and trying to save trying to claw or trying to crawl, only filled with more rage whose going to expect you to bend on your knees bow your head and pray? when youve been slapped down kicked down shoved down smacked down talked down broken down and beaten who has the right to tell you to pray? who has the sainthood to know He'll listen or care. when your hearts been broken and ignored... when your hearts been put away and stored... when your hearts been there to love and to hold, only to be snared at, and left out in the cold. your frozen rock solid and

The Donation by justarr, literature

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the reader, may search, the reader, can try. but theres a secret in this poem, they'll never find. it's a secret person a friend whom i write though you, reader, may intrude with all your might. dont bother to press against a wall, for i welcome to tell you of my romantic fall. Skim these lines, can you see his name? Or perhaps you feel of someone quite the same. this poem hides a teasure that must be held close, for its only his friendship i have the courage to boast. i meekly ask, with a blushed face risking it all to utter disgrace my friend, my secret, will you be mine? will you let me be your valentine?

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the process of a teenage crush by justarr, literature

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the process of a teenage crush

this sassy little jive I feel this pounding rush of blood is real my voice is low but I'm sure you hear the whispers of my hidden fear a teenage crush another one a fload of hormones feels like fun a party rages inside my brain discourage this high that pours like rain this sassy jive this contact high a teenage crush another one a floating craze inside my brain, a preverted esteem that calls to fame.

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July 14
United States
Deviant for 15 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: mars
Favourite genre of music: old rock, syntho pop
Favourite style of art: 1800's french impressionism, watercolor pastels
MP3 player of choice: sansa fuse
Wallpaper of choice: watercolor beach
Favourite cartoon character: dexter
Personal Quote: be happy be happy

Favourite Movies

count of monte cristo

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

beach boys

Favourite Writers

david

Favourite Games

zelda windwaker

Favourite Gaming Platform

gamecube

Tools of the Trade

keyboard and dictionary

Other Interests

writing, vocabulary, poetry, literature, art, french oils, optimisim

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justarr

Sep 12, 2010

where i have been?!!

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under a rock. and their quite cozy. *e-hem* moving on. list my job at the pizza place *coughhellcough* and now im working two jobs at another resturant and clothing store. aaaaaaand im about to say siranara to a friend (that i met two weeks ago) and i think its going to be the hardest thing ill every have to do. you know that sock in your drawer your pretty sure you lost the match to years ago? yea. he'll be gone. for five FUCKING YEARS I HATE YOU U.S. ARMY SERVICE TERMS!!!! and its my period.

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justarr

Sep 12, 2009

weirdo homeschoolers....

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i got a job at a pizzeria with some old chums....and boy did i get a wake up call. three years in the can (home sweet home) and i wonder what the heck happen to the person i was before then. well, i was fourteen so....automatically...im a luscious bag of sugar, spice, and clever retorts weirdness of it all is i was kinda normal on the inside (unlike most people) ....(save for i was freakish smart due to meh bookish nature thing) eons later (three to be exact) im here and weird as a purple orange in the fruit pile...on top of it all i turn into this  nasty woman thing but yea. im shallow, supersitious, and condecending so im sure theyll

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justarr

Jul 15, 2009

yesterday was krazeee

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cuz yesterday was meh bi-day. yup! yall dun have to worry about crack poems anymore! nope! cuz im 18 and i can smoke! lol jk jk. but srsly....im 18. like woah... in the immortal words of my icon "I GOT RESPONSIBLES NOW DOUBLE DEE!!" ~Ed