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            <title>Mother Dearest [09-23-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/mother-dearest-09-23-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Please dont cry&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Its not your fault&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;He had to die&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Please dont stop to wonder why&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And how you deal &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;With what you're going through&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I dont understand&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Why you get so very mad&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cant stand&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;When you hit me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I dont understand&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Please stop&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I'm going away&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The police told me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I have another place to stay&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;They say they are &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Protecting me from you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Mother dearest&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cant stand you
                           &lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:03:28 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Upon My Lashes [09-16-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/upon-my-lashes-09-16-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3366&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon my lashes&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Dry my tears&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Which show my sadness&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And show my fears&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;These tears show &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;That I am weak&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I've failed myself&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cannot think&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cannot let &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;It happen again&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;For these tears show &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;That she will win&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She'll win my mind&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She'll win my soul&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cannot let &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;This&amp;nbsp;happen though&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I must be strong&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cannot cry&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Or my soul will lose&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I will die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:02:53 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>For Him [06/2003?]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/for-him-06-2003-</link>
            <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3366&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ink bottle full of blood&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Turns scarlet the pale wood&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She tried to save his life&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;But it was for no good&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Now in her sorrow&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She writes to him &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;In his blood&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Remembering how she tried to save him&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The regret is too much&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Flashbacks of that dreadful night&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;They are haunting all her dreams&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She just wants to make things right&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She wants to be with him&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The love of her life&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Shes gon to the extremes&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She grabs a kitchen knife&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The intricate designs&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Carved upon her wrists&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;There was nothing the paramedics could do&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The knife still clenched in her fist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:02:10 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Thy [04-24-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/thy-04-24-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;Thy sweet eyes&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Thy gentle touch&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Is for not me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Thy tight embrace&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Brutally is gone&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;So tenderly &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;For thee I long&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:01:21 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Precious Childhood Wasted [06-18-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/precious-childhood-wasted-06-18-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;Her precious childhood gone&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Wasted in a minute&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;When someone handed her a beer&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And said now &quot;just sip it&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The one drink of beer &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Ignited a fire&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Which burned up her life&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Deep down inside her&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She continued drinking&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She drank until dawn&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;When the party came to end&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She could not move on&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She continued drinking&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Forgot other aspects of life&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Late one night in an alley&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She got raped with a knife&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Pointed at her heart&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;He took the last piece&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Of her innocence that was left&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Her virginity&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Now with her life gone&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She cannot relive&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The innocent days of youth&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She thinks her family &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Wont forgive&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She takes the gun&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And points it at her head&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Says &quot;good bye&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Im better off dead&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:00:48 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>On My Mind [06-13-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/on-my-mind-06-13-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;I wish I could find a way&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To say&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;These things on my mind&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;But I cant find the words to speak&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;My thoughts left undefined&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;If only I could find a way&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To make the world see&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The thoughts running through my head&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The pain inside of me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The undescribable thoughts&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The unspeakable words&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Leave those around me wondering&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;What is wrong with her&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I wish that I could tell them&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And make them understand&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Then I wouldnt be so alone&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Trapped inside my head
                           &lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 01:00:12 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Rag Doll [05-20-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/rag-doll-05-20-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3366&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody help me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Escape from myself&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Put my ugly body&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Up upon a shelf&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Kill my mind first&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;So I wont have to think&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Watch the pretty people &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Run, and scream, and shriek&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;My body aches&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;For a caring touch&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I give all my love&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Isnt that enough&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You dont want to care&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;About poor misshapen me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You'll pretend to love me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;But in your head you want to flee&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;It feels like I have been raped&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Stripped of my dignity&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;No one even wants to look&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;At violated me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Running will not help me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I wont make it to your door&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You'll find me dead and broken&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Drugged out on my floor&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I cant even cry &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The pain refuses to leave&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The tears jsut arent coming&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I just want to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:59:12 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Face [05-22-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/my-face-05-22-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;They walk about&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Upon my face&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Walking faster &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Trying to erase&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The memory of&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Who I am&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The identity &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Of what I couldnt &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Handle&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Life&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;A concept I couldnt grasp&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The death wish that was always in my head&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Has finally come true&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I give my love&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Though I'm not really sure what it is &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And say good bye&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:58:30 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>No Name [05-14-03]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/no-name-05-14-03-</link>
            <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3366&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wont ask about the bruises&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She already knows&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;What happened that cold morning &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;While the streets were filled with snow&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Shes seen it many times before&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Though it never seemed right&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She knows why the little girl&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Is afraid to sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She reassures the small child&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;That now she will be safe&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;She wants the world to see&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The mothers wretched mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:57:50 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Drugs [05/2003]</title>
            <link>http://bevvykins.yolasite.com/poetry/page/poetry/drugs-05-2003-</link>
            <description>&lt;div&gt;Looking, watching you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;In the corner freaking out&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;No one but you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Know what you tool&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You dont remember anything&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You barely remember me&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;It makes me cry to see you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;It makes me want to scream&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Instead I walk over to you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Put my arms around you &lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And hold you tight&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I tell you I'll help you make it&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Through this drugged night&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I tell you that I love you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And it hurts me when you are like this&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I tell you I will never leave you&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;No matter how hard it gets&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I know you took the drugs&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To escape from everything&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Your abusive parents&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The teachers on your case&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Suddenly, your breaths&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Become ragged&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And your body becomes limp&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;You've killed yourself&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And you'll never know how I felt&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;The&amp;nbsp;tears flow freely&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;From my eyes onto&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Your limp body&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;For hours&amp;nbsp;I can do nothing&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;But cry&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;Finally I get the courage&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To get up and leave your side&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;I am now faced with the world&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have learned from your mistake&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To face the world unafraid&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;And never rely on drugs&lt;/div&gt;
                           &lt;div&gt;To help me through my day &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:57:11 +0100</pubDate>
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