sandras poem

When I look in to a mirror
Its not to be vain
But thy eyes that start back at me
Are never quit the same


There are times where their black
As black as pure coal, and seem to lack


There are times where they are honey brown
The sweet kindness of the morn


There are times where they are red
Cold, and evil, like an empty bed


But once have I seen them as blue
A past time, never coming true



but i have brown eyes
so who is it looking back ?

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[h o o k e r s] my antidrug...cause sex is better than crack. (and cheaper too............most of the time)


I'm so bored

pie

slit my throat so I can choke on my own blood.
stab me with sharpened spears made of wood.
do what you will to me.
just do it slow and painfully.
thataway I can feel my life fade.
bury me six feet deep.
then walk away and just forget me.
the best thing for the world is me as an ever fading memory.
six months I wont even that memory.
you'll be happy, and I'll be burning in hell.
all the while my body becomes food for the maggots in my grave.
feeding on my flesh as I decay.
a thousand years of torment everyday.
I'll be finished pretending to be strong.