Some Poetry for Today

When the Actress Met the Actor

She makes her way across the room,
Her hands start to shake.
Her heart dialates,
It beats violently in her chest.
She can't help but stutter her words,
Eery clichein a matter of minutes,
But he couldn't care less.
And sheis driving him crazy,
But she still is unaware.
In constant denial she diverts her gaze,
All he want is for her to say;
"I know what it's like, I know how you feel,
And I know what to do"
Their minds in sync,
They imagine,
Living the weekend like a Hollywood film,
An on-screen romance.
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America's Sweetheart

Empty bottles on their sides,
Noting new, nothing better.
(Everything remains the same)
She drags herself to the bathroom,
Looking for another line for the ache.
She wants to forget but the scene wont let her.
Orange bottle in her fist, it's contents missing.
An unconventional method of brightening the day
Her throat aches for a drink,
But every bottle is empty, every glass is lipstick-stained,
Nothing remains pure, untainted, or real.
She looks around t stranger's faces,
Strewn all over the room,
The echo of "Just one more", still hanging in the room,
Good morning, America's Sweetheart.
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yay

«when the lights are dimming»

valentines day is this Saturday :/
oh joy. so, let fill blog with some clichés, i may as well right. well, here it goes; i hate v-day, but i love it too. i love the sweets, and the candy and the hugs and the kisses and the heaerts and the love and the like and the asking-outs and the smiles. but i hate the "being alone" and the rejections and the lack of love too. ugh, i hate it and love it so so much. poem?
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I know what it's like;
to be surrounded
to be alone
to want it all
and to have nothing

I know how it feels;
to be loved
to be hated
to do so much
and have little to show for it

I know how;
to laugh
to force a smile
to be honest
and then pretend i don't care

I know that
people are true
people are false
people are people
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god that sucked

happy living
Laura xx