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 <title>Now I&#039;m the one laughing</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/04/now-im-the-one-laughing</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You know, those kids over there,&lt;br /&gt;
by the corner, next tot he apartmetn stairs,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I sign to Corny while we&#039;re walking.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;They used to pick on me,&lt;br /&gt;
and push me around.  Tease me,&lt;br /&gt;
laugh when I&#039;d finally fall to the ground.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Cornys eyes go dark, as he glances over at the people.&lt;br /&gt;
I hurry to sign even quicker.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;But now I&#039;m the one laughing,&lt;br /&gt;
becasue the one with no hair,&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:35:56 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Her</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;She&#039;s after me again,&lt;br /&gt;
this time in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
IN reality,&lt;br /&gt;
she enjoys watching me behind a screen.&lt;br /&gt;
My improvment,&lt;br /&gt;
jumping rope,&lt;br /&gt;
and playing childish games.&lt;br /&gt;
The gym teacher bent on&lt;br /&gt;
getting me expelled.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She&#039;ll get the respect she tries to demand&lt;br /&gt;
when she shows me respect I ask for first.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m not giving in this time.&lt;br /&gt;
I swear and I promise.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:12:29 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Kuchen ist lecker! ((Cake is yummy!))</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kuchen ist lecker.&lt;br /&gt;
((Cake is yummy))&lt;br /&gt;
Cake ist gut.&lt;br /&gt;
((Cake is good))&lt;br /&gt;
Magst du Kuchen?&lt;br /&gt;
((Do you like cake?))&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s funny.&lt;br /&gt;
How, when someone is speaking to you-&lt;br /&gt;
in a language you supossidly, don&#039;t know,&lt;br /&gt;
but are supossidly, &#039;learning&#039;....&lt;br /&gt;
Sie beginnen einfach, und wiederholen Worter....&lt;br /&gt;
((THey start out simple, and repeat words...))&lt;br /&gt;
Over and over and over again&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 17:56:25 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>He was so angry.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was so angry,&lt;br /&gt;
it seemed,&lt;br /&gt;
as he walked over to wher I was,&lt;br /&gt;
doubled over, and in pain.&lt;br /&gt;
But my opponent was in even more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our blood shared,&lt;br /&gt;
painting the snow around us&lt;br /&gt;
with a dark dark red,&lt;br /&gt;
that looked as if it&#039;d never ever wash out.&lt;br /&gt;
But of course it will,&lt;br /&gt;
when the snow finally melts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He grabed my shoulders, &#039;and pulled me up, until I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;
Looking him in the face.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:34:23 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>&quot;Oh? Him?&quot;</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myke and me were at our home,&lt;br /&gt;
it&#039;s really really funny.&lt;br /&gt;
His friend is talking to him,&lt;br /&gt;
while I was watching T.V.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;That boy I see Jaize with...&lt;br /&gt;
Who is he?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Myke smiles as his answer forms.  I can see it from the corner of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh?  Him?&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s just the boy that makes Ronni smile,&lt;br /&gt;
and think.  He makes her fall in love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Myke said.&lt;br /&gt;
Corny sniggered.&lt;br /&gt;
I smiled.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 21:50:17 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>She took away my friend</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now she doens&#039;t trust me, the gym teacher,&lt;br /&gt;
the one who.. Supossidly cares.&lt;br /&gt;
She wants to play that game,&lt;br /&gt;
I can play it better.&lt;br /&gt;
If she&#039;s going ot be insecure, and doens&#039;t want to see me,&lt;br /&gt;
I guess she can just go hang.&lt;br /&gt;
Becasue /I/ have gone to this school longer than she&#039;s been teaching at it,&lt;br /&gt;
/I/ know how to play this game.&lt;br /&gt;
She&#039;s asking for war,&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:22:43 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Dreams</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choking on air,&lt;br /&gt;
hearing loudly spoken screams&lt;br /&gt;
over seeing things that aren&#039;t there,&lt;br /&gt;
that are only hallucinations from the dreams&lt;br /&gt;
we call nightmares.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fighting the covers,&lt;br /&gt;
skin freezingly cold,&lt;br /&gt;
holding my sanity together&lt;br /&gt;
just to see my eyes growing more old.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fast typing fingers,&lt;br /&gt;
reasearching my ailment.&lt;br /&gt;
Freezing skin white blue,&lt;br /&gt;
but feeling as if on fire.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 17:27:40 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>My sanity or my something else?</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting in his living room,&lt;br /&gt;
all is quiet except his hands are tapping&lt;br /&gt;
on the glass coffee table&lt;br /&gt;
that&#039;s full of cracks.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ronni, why would Mykel ever name you Jaize?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The question hangs in the air,&lt;br /&gt;
waiting for me to grab it, answer it,&lt;br /&gt;
and lay it to rest,&lt;br /&gt;
with a full filled purpose as an ansered question.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to tell him&lt;br /&gt;
To mind his own buisness.&lt;br /&gt;
But I answer him.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <category domain="http://www.oasisjournals.com/tags/broken">broken.</category>
 <category domain="http://www.oasisjournals.com/tags/car-crash">car crash</category>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 17:48:16 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Leaving, and comming.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate went home today.&lt;br /&gt;
Myke took her home around 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess he wasn&#039;t going to ttake care of her forever,&lt;br /&gt;
just had her come for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;
Corny was glad to see her go.&lt;br /&gt;
She wont wake him up with her crying anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But my dreams started comming back.&lt;br /&gt;
They came back real bad.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m afraid to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m afraid that of what I&#039;ll see.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 17:26:42 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>My Shoes. They&#039;re wet. It&#039;s disturbing. And I&#039;m bored. Turning 14. Bored. TTM.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;My shoes. They&#039;re wet. I walked aroun din the snow.&lt;br /&gt;
My socks are wet.&lt;br /&gt;
From my shoes being wet,&lt;br /&gt;
which makes my feet feel soggy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And my feet aren&#039;t cold, but they&#039;re not toasty either.&lt;br /&gt;
And this keyboard is really loud.:D&lt;br /&gt;
And the butt of my pants is wet from beign picked up and tossed in snow drifts.&lt;br /&gt;
(Eddie, you amuse me.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The teacher is staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;
No my hair didn&#039;t get cut.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 18:08:36 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Today</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate.&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;
She was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;
Just like the baby picture Myke has of me,&lt;br /&gt;
just.... More 3d.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except my eyes were greener,&lt;br /&gt;
Kates, a mixture of blue and gray.&lt;br /&gt;
I have green.&lt;br /&gt;
And her hose tips up a tiny tiny bit,&lt;br /&gt;
so it&#039;s barely noticable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her hands reach for everything they see,&lt;br /&gt;
she laughs, and gigles,&lt;br /&gt;
and smiles&lt;br /&gt;
like theres nothing bad in the world,&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:38:25 +0300</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate is comming.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s why Myke had to go.&lt;br /&gt;
To pick up his little 9 month old baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#039;d think that a 18 going on 19 homosexual male wouldn&#039;t have a little&lt;br /&gt;
baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;
But he does.&lt;br /&gt;
She was a part mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
Part miracle.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess when Myke was attempting to be straight,&lt;br /&gt;
the condom tore.&lt;br /&gt;
And Kate was made.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He says shse looks just like I did,&lt;br /&gt;
when I was a littel baby.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 18:06:21 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>I&#039;m not crazy.  Just a bit confused</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;At school.  Stressed out.  Got my glasses, or found them.. Last night.&lt;br /&gt;
Missing homework.  And my locker key.&lt;br /&gt;
Just because I can picklock it,&lt;br /&gt;
doesn&#039;t mean I wont have to pay 15$ at the end of the year to pass 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;
For losing my key.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We&#039;ve got math today.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;d rather&lt;br /&gt;
be in math, than a mental hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#039;d rather fight with Myke abotu going than go to math.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 18:25:05 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Weekend</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Monday,&lt;br /&gt;
the day I hate.&lt;br /&gt;
It means another 5 days&lt;br /&gt;
until the weekend,&lt;br /&gt;
too long for me to anticipate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brother told me, once on friday,&lt;br /&gt;
once on saturday&lt;br /&gt;
the he&#039;d be gone&lt;br /&gt;
come sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
Said he had to go away&lt;br /&gt;
but only for 3 days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Corny&#039;d watch over me,&lt;br /&gt;
he swore.&lt;br /&gt;
So I was up at 2 yesterday morning,&lt;br /&gt;
pacing around and around and around my room.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 18:04:09 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>&quot;I can drive her.&quot;</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;No way to get tolessons,&lt;br /&gt;
not that I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Brother&#039;s smiling at me,&lt;br /&gt;
like there&#039;s something He knows,&lt;br /&gt;
that I don.t&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Jaize, our car broken down.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He says all calm like.&lt;br /&gt;
The he looks around.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You&#039;ve got to go to lessons today,&lt;br /&gt;
otherwise you&#039;ll fail saxiphone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I look at him.&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#039;t he see it in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
Guitar, drums, and harp.&lt;br /&gt;
THe beating of my own heart.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 17:34:26 +0300</pubDate>
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