Saturday, January 01, 2005
how is it?
how is it
that you seem to do this every time
seem to make me fall in love
then break me
over and over again

how is it
that no matter how bad u hurt me
i stay
hoping that you never meant to drop me
it was simply an accident
a slip of the grasp

how is it
that i can say i hate you one minute
and love you the next
despise you one day
and long for you the day after

how is it
that i let you mess with me
the way that you do
complicating my emotions
and destroying my mind

how is it
that no matter what you do
something in me forgives you
belives that you dont want to hurt me
belives you still love me

how is it
that some how
you gain my trust
no matter what happens
and i still love you
no matter what

how is it
that i cant get over you
no matter how i try
something in me still loves you
always will



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About the Author
My names Ariel, im a dancer and a writer, i idolize one of the weirdest poets in history, (partly why im so weird) Miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, wow that woman was a genious.... well ya, im not gonna lie to you, i dont think my poems are that great, theyre jus my rambelings about life, you know, but ya, tag me (my tag boards on the bottom of the colum on the right) and tell me wut you think, or dont, you know what ever floats ur boat.... o also, not all of these poems are mine, but most of em are, and if u want me to put one of ur poems in here, heck jus tell me and i will, ttfn

Poems Poems Poems
............. sry
a christmas story
thinkin
all the old poems
wirters block
A beliveable farie tale
Dear Iowa (one final taylor poem)
before i hated you (yet another taylor poem)
misunderstood hatred (another taylor poem)
torn apart (a taylor poem)

Other Titles
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005

Emily Dickinson, her poems and more
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Neurotic Poets
Poems By Emily
Emilys Quotes
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Emilys Journal
The Life Story of Emily Dickinson
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My Blog (kinda off topic but still)

My Favorite Poems and Quotes: Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial to creation, and the exponent of breath -Emily Dickinson WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! 5 So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson I ’M nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! 5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson hope is the thing with feathers, that pearches in the soul, and sings the tune, without the words, and never stops at all -Emily Dickinson i dwell in possibiliy -Emily Dickinson Before god we are all equally wise, and equally foolish -Albert Einstein success is counted sweetest by those who nearly succede -Emily Dickinson we turn not older with years, but newer every day -Emily Dickinson...................... **MY TAGGIES**

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