-Mikki


My Greatest DesireYou know it wasn't my choice to leave, I would still be with you if it was up to me. I wish you could hear me, I wish you where here, If things work out I hope that I'm no stranger.My Greatest Desire
I've got pictures in my mind and hanging from my walls, though others tell me to move on, I can't forget you. This is one hell of a fight, but your worth it, Your worth every little star in the sky.
Your the only thing that can make me happy, the only one thats kept me strong, I wonder what you think of me now that I'm gone. I've got nothing in my pockets to offer, and no fields


Journal Thoughts 3I shared the dreams of fleeting imagery In all of the trees sunbeams where hiding. And so I wished I could be whereever they could be. I keep my hands close to my body. Not outreaching not caring for consequences that might occurr for my ignorance. Well I'm glad of this. Let the pain let me know in a handful of letters to home. That the truth still isn't known. That I didn't ever wanna get better. I'm fine just the way I am. If I ever wanna grow up. I'll do it on my own. So I'll sing don't worry, everytime I want to wait for something dressed in black. For someone differeJournal Thoughts 3


Journal Thoughts 2Do you feel the reason for Apathy? In this day and age. Does it feel like you were born too late? On a bloody sunday where a storm was yielding to a pathway... Wishes are not fufiffled, wishes don't come true. So you hold a person in your arms. Waiting til the moment where they come to. When they do they will look up in a haze. The first thing the say, the blurry face of their hero for the day. How does she feel? To be left on the side of the road. She was on her way to be someone different, but derailed by her own hand. Just like the stories her father told. If it was reJournal Thoughts 2


A Tragedy.A Tragedy.A Tragedy.
(A small silent girl sways gently in a darkend corner)
Small silent girl: I must remember...I must.
The Father: The honey nectar in this bottle, the alcohol level. The green bottle glass, here I sip this golden fluid while on me ass. Today you remember, the 5th of november. The truancy, your mother, and her fresh young lover. You are the fruit of a loveless labour, the product of, oh! The name of which I cant bare to pronounce! She let us sit and rot, like the wood that encases this lot. We shall sit here, my bewildered daughter. We shall breathe no life, just the warmth of a stray ligh


From Windowless RoomsFrom Windowless RoomsFrom Windowless Rooms
I've kept alot of things a secret, like some other reasons to change. I'd like to write a letter all about them, mail it to myself when I'm desperate to have a conversation breaking the silence hasn't been so hard, I dont remember the life to be this stale. From windowless rooms I watch myself grow older, but my minds not a day over 14. I left today, with stolen money from a purse and a ticket for the train. Got no food or water but got a baggage full of pain. Got a anonymous name that's spoken out in terms in a room full of cigarette smoke, it's lost and gone. I etc
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i'm an escapee. would you like to find me again? i can be found, if you want.
still got that crackwhore hat?
-Mikki
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i love you too
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Get out of here, vamoose, in your brand new 10 dollar tennis shoes
howdy !
im pretty bored so i challenge you to a dewl !!!
-Love, Mikki
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