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Lyl Myss

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About Me

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GETLittle Miss Muffet Let’s pick my brain A little bit shy at first Big bit insaneOut on a mission to discover a place Where I can carry my burdens and have them erased It seems so simplistic to strive to be happy To look on the bright side and raise a nice family But this odd little girl in her odd little way Has developed a game that she likes to play Called “self sabotaging pile of shit” Watch while I lay out the sticks so I trip While I run to my place, my burden free kingdom And some days you know I really can’t fathom Why I would chose to live this way Or the things that I do, or the things that I sayWhen I color I scribble, sometimes outside the lines Or come up with shit like this when I sit down to write rhymes Waving my arms above the surface Treading water deep enough to drown Can I swim? Watch me begin To scream without a sound Little Miss Muffet, some say cute as can be Little Miss Basket case wait till you get to know me This is a blog so you know, not a song Cos’ it’s stalked full of babble and gone on too long

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My Blog

Almost

The moon flirts with the sun as the struggle for power begins. I crave solitude as my evening longs to wind down. The palpitations have taken to their normal evening routine, at a pace s...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 14:48:00 GMT

Strange Arrangements

Midnightmountain night capLikedeer in highway trafficClaustrophobicdarknessWrappedin my vinyl harnessChasinga taste of cracked salted lipsBit bythe ocean and truck stop tipsAdventuresin boredom beckon...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 14:43:00 GMT

Lost & Found

You asked me today if I was okay. ....In that summer dress, strings tied round my neck ....Wind blowing through my hair, without a care....You asked me if my heart was strong....If I knew where I belo...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 10:59:00 GMT

untitled

Sisters with their pretty faces linger. Diamond lashes, teardrops on locked fingers.Flowers in their hair and dresses I would never wear. Plastic chairs in rows androws like roses in the ....garden gr...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:22:00 GMT

i feel it all

On balance beams ....Walking over things....Cutting little ex.s....Inside all my screens...... ..With my machines....And metaphors....Inside my station ....The screeching roars ...... ..Your lackof...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 11:11:00 GMT

My poetry has taken a dive but I need a release&

Tracing outlines with my finger Over coffee, I skipped dinner Fluorescent lights, above, they flicker Like ghosts inside an empty diner A conversation that will linger Into my evening routine ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 19:06:00 GMT

Radiohead ~ Exit Music (For a Film)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMqXj-eVCjI
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 15:13:00 GMT

untitled

Cracking codes .... Inside these molds.... A catastrophe .... In melody.... The lights are dim.... Romance begins.... .. .. But not for me&.... .. .. I close m...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:20:00 GMT

Gasoline and Nicotine

"If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for everything."
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:03:00 GMT

The Lover

The Lover liked perfection, his laundry couldn't sit inside dryer, once it dried, for more than 10 minutes He'd come home in the early dawn, etched from therapy beads to elbows on each arm and pocke...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 17:59:00 GMT