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Micaela Jan 2013
How can I be caught in between two walls.

Both ways I turn, running into red, solid, cold, brick.

Unable to move.

How can I live with a man I love to hate.

Yet still don't want to leave .
Micaela Jan 2013
How many years of your life can you
Keep questioning?

I'm drunk at a bar, and have no friends.
I have nothing. . .

But a few bucks in my pocket,
I'm tired. . .

I'm too afraid to try,
Way too tired to cry.

But  for some reason
I never want to leave .
Micaela Dec 2012
It is flesh eating
Beneath my human corpse
With my every groan
I wander and infect
Filling my head with mindless
Soulless evil.
Micaela Dec 2012
You grow your sadness..from a seed.
sooner or later it becomes a ****, 
until you put it in a mason jar
an outstanding grow, thus far
of course it can be obscured
but the problem isit can’t be cured.
whether to rip it straight from the root
is the question at hand..
but the dispute
is..if you can?
Micaela Aug 2011
A war, lasting over a month.

On going battle, one that would have me stumped.

a traitor, a man, a son of much treason

that war that did last for-a foolish reason .

a battle, carried on and still yet unwon

what a place to be caught in, what had he done?

betrayal of a man whom chose to switch sides.

his tactics were nothing more than his lies.


What a waste of man, wounded soldiers and all.

he tore through the bricks, ending the brawl.

it could have been halted, the ****** battle unfair.

could've been halted if only he cared.
Micaela Aug 2011
A different face wants me to know
Hollered from the showy snow
Sang the rain, with in her tears
Cried her eyes that showed her fears
Broken down and beaten blue
There's the treetops green for you
Sang the rain, we're much too near
Coming back it's crystal clear
The waters knee deep in his bed
We are drowning, in these sea of red.
Micaela Aug 2011
Where were you when you said you would?
Where was I when I let you in?
Where were we when we said goodbye?

All in time..

Now I'm ready to cry.

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