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Name: Taylor Nicole Birthday: 11/1/1991
Interests: I like reading, writing, movies, art, loud music, coffee, downtown, jokes, T.V, sleeping,coca-cola, concerts,Photography, playing guitar and piano, my converse, Taco Bell,south park,plays, driving, hugging, randomness, notes, intelligent conversations,Photoshop, Jones Soda, expansive vocabularies, eyes, jackets, laughing, stars, being lost, being spontaneous, night-time, J.D Salinger, Fall, wittiness, Fire, and swearing damnit. Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
4/2/2004
I awoke this morning to the sound
Of my entire house
Crashing down
I pulled the covers to my chin
And let the sweat drip down my neck
Salty
Drop of ocean
I’m longing in my sleep
Ugly Bitches Infatuation is a strange thing, a bony creature thin from feeding on itself addicted to its own vain hunger it needs but a pretty face to fuel its rampant imagination Its humid disillusion of intimacy creates heels ablaze with conquest But when conquering is complete the blood leaves its limbs to collapse with disappointment deepened to the point of disgust with its subject, its fool, left empty like a hollow trunk robbed of its precious cargo left to fade like defeated Naval ships branded as a product of deceit
The rumors are true, I am only a shell. Its time to purify.
It's not in my nature to be uncomfortable
with change.
I welcome it,
prolong it,
entertain it,
with a passion beyond my years.
I'm growing
but my roots have yet to settle.
Without an anchor
I'm lost at sea.
You Have To Be A Dream Careful steps beneath my feet a pool of shattered glass like diamonds cut from rosy flesh reflect a fog of heavy breath Silky mess on handsome skull citrus sweat from every pore rhythmic sway like steady breeze ripened lips awaiting song Elusive man moves quietly a setting sun warm on my back- a whisper of subtle presence like crashing waves through tangled veins I pull you in relentless grip and steal a taste of forbidden skin The dawn awakes I hold on tight yet, as I lift my hands I find no man only the illusion sifting through my fingers