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Streetlamp EyesHer name is Lucy and she's not quite enough.

She can barely remember the colour of happiness; let alone what laughter used to taste like on her burnt-out tongue. The November days have stolen the blush from her cheeks and she's fully aware that no one may ever understand what the lyrical voices mean to her scarcely beating heart.

She has realised that she's scared of conversations and glances which see right through her, because then she'd have to care about what they think of her. Then she'd have to admit she's empty. She spends her time imagining cart wheeling through uncut grass topped with dew drops at the dead Streetlamp Eyes
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But I'm Still ListeningShe is stuttering down a badly connected phone line that went dead seven and a half minutes ago. She wants to tell you that she is parting her lips to scalding water and letting her tongue burn. She wants you to know that she stays up until midnight just staring, eyes glazed at the clock because she's mesmerised by the way it breathes 00:00 like time doesn't exist. Like it never has done and never will again. She is holding her lungs in balled-up fists in an exchange for ceasefire, while all the time wondering why she feels so hollow. She stands with no protection as the sky tears itself open, because she likes to feel as if the rain is washi But I'm Still Listening
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Understanding the DreamerDear Lucy, Did you know that I have seen the way you capture veils of dust and churn them through the dream catcher guarding your bedside? It's like they've imprisoned your soul so you can't let the nightmares go. Lying awake at night, I can hear the shallow breaths your lungs force out and the gentle heartbeat of a broken girl. I think you are an insomniac because your shadow is always running, running, running. I watch you chase it across the highway until the beginnings of pink sky and bitter air encase you. I can tell you are hoping to escape from this cold duvet suffocating your synapses, but you always end up back at the starting Understanding the Dreamer
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LostShe is lost and I think her skull is fragmenting across the bathroom floor. She is indifferent to conversation and laughter and her mind is pouring, pouring, pouring the world down the drain. Her shoulders are not strong enough for the derogatory glances and she just can't fly free. She painted her soul into the pavement and they are skipping over her without a second thought.
The sky has transformed into greyscale and she can no longer feel the wind lacerating her cheeks. She is too busy battering them herself. Breathing feels like suffocation and maybe it's best that she can't fly.
Maybe its best if she drops like Lost
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Freefall.

Sun Nov 8, 2009, 8:20 AM

I know it's been too long, but I owe you an explanation of [link]
Because practically no one understood it xDDD

Did you know
that my mind wants to be in freefall
and my lungs no longer want to accept oxygen kisses
under the moonlight?

Did you know
that my body doesn’t wish to exhale carbon dioxide
into the veiled trees and ruptured clouds?

[My eyes refuse to open and I feel like I am being smothered
by nitrogen padlocks and your grandmother’s embroidered pillowcases.]

The smile I cast you is wide yet I don't think you realise that my cheeks
are hollow and my lips are rigid
with the after effects of swallowing paper spines.

I want to be hidden with Adam and Eve
in the tiny niche on your backroom bookshelf of non-existence,
where your glance forgets to pierce me, and you are always looking sideways
through my cover at black carved rainbows
and umbrellas covered in sunshine.

Basically, it's about not wanting to breathe anymore and not seeing the point in exitsting.

Ohh, and [link] got a DLD, but I personally don't think it's that good, and I personally think other poems deserve the huge amount of views and faves.

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~KidComrade 22 hours 9 minutes ago

Thanks for the fave! :D I really appreciate it!

~lemmingtimes 22 hours 3 minutes ago

No problem!

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“So many people treat you like you’re a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.”
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~Karin-Wall 1 day 3 hours ago

Thank you for the fave!
P.S. I love your MCR shirt!

~lemmingtimes 1 day 8 minutes ago

You're welcome!

thankyou!

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“So many people treat you like you’re a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.”
- Gerard Way

~xTwoStepFour20x 3 days 2 hours ago

Thank you so much for the

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"You're only a rebel from the waist downwards." -- 1984

~lemmingtimes 1 day 23 hours ago

You're welcome! (:

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“So many people treat you like you’re a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.”
- Gerard Way

~panda-disco 4 days 1 hour ago

TELL ME ABOUT THE POEM YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT

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I seriously can not think of a signature...

~lemmingtimes 4 days 1 hour ago

[link]

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“So many people treat you like you’re a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.”
- Gerard Way