A/N: I wrote this back in early February. I actually really loved it, but I never decided to post it up before today (I guess I felt like I needed to update this account more.) I write these poems for myself, not for anyone else, so I post them on my own whims. *Shrugs* So, for your entertainment, read on…

Summary: I guess you could call me eccentric. Maybe a little odd. Or all of the above. —Poem.

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Title: Writer

Rating: T

Author: Senseless Drive

One-Shot

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I guess you could call me paranoid.
The name's been taken, but I claim fair share.
I guess you could also call me awkward.
The name is relatively new, I suppose.
I'm the awkward, paranoid girl.
The one who sits there—alone, but not quite.
She's just kind of hesitant,
To make so much as an unnecessary move.
Rose petals brush her cheeks,
Blood and red, with a tinge of cerise.
Darting eyes that spin your head,
And you're not quite sure how this ends.
Spurting sides, and battle cries.
You're not enough to sustain.
Demons that infiltrate,
The very pretenses of your mind,
And soul,
And body,
And whispering sentimental words,
That meant so much to you.
If you gave it a call,
I guess you'll get sidetracked.
Unleashed by mother nature, into a terror.
Into the unknown, with only a ripped up map.
I guess you could call me unbelievable.
Or not all there.
But I prefer the term,
Writer.

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A/N: It was shorter than usual, but I have a nice one-shot planned and coming soon. I know I didn't want to put too many original ideas up on this account, but this idea was too irresistible to hold back from you. I just adore it! Anyways, thanks for reading…

--Breathless Tomb--