Untitledunfeeling, heartless, and hardheaded wanting only for thyself when thyself alone is gone wishing more for your own never for my own heart only to go back to your one true demiseUntitled
drowning you are and never will you see how great a being is woven with time artistic and beautiful and ready for life but you are unallowing and lost all the same
simple, never undefined to the fullest and always wholeheartedly missing dismissive of ones thoughts and dreams inebriated, rather than lush of mind
Improper at heart the God Narcissus is imp
InfatuationHere I lay, The Stars. Beneath and falling upward. Luster reflected.Infatuation
Infatuation, listen to Your Songs of life, here to linger on.
Hanging by a thread. Every last word that is sung, music to my ears.
Never walk away. I will watch The Stars all night. My life will fade off.
Infatuated. Into the Distant Abyss, see what has become.
Here we are again, in this same old place again, do you feel the same?
Under these Stars we are here together, laughing. Infatuating.
Sing what
Loves SuicideBriefcase full of bullets, Hearts full of guns. Life full of dreams, But not a single one.Loves Suicide
The slate is ever cracked, Writing stories into dust. Swirling down, Spiraling down. Music for love and lust.
Just a temporary excuse For a better encounter. You can’t unbreak broken, My heart ever cowers.
And now I must be going, To dream a nightmare for us. Like memories faded, Our love is your loss.
So empty your briefcase, And here I’ll say goodbye. Hold onto your heart, And silently I’ll cry.
For
...Another Easy DayLets take a nap and then sing songs together. Let our melodies clash with our harmonies, and like each other just the same....Another Easy Day
Lets dance around the idea of going out, but then decide to stay in. Get bored, but we are together, so really we are having to much fun.
Lets bicker for kicks. Only to kiss and make up. Take another nap, and wake up, to one of us tickling the other.
Lets go out and find nothing to do, but do it anyway. And have just as much fun as before. Hold hands, and pry at each others flaws, kissing every one of them. &nbs
Poppiesthis room is so whitePoppies
white sheets white walls white body
my eyes start to ache
staring blindly at
pale,
boney fingers that do not move at all
they are
part of his body
and cold as a corpse but alive
with eyes that flutter open momentarily like the flutter of
the wings of a butterfly
which, coincidentally, make the same noise as the last beating of a too-old heart
CheckmateSlowly rising to meet the sun Pushing it way back down Burning away all the light In a twister, I am illuminate Derisive, the darkness descends And beckons the harrowing depths Charting uncharted demise For the time above us always lies In a rainbow of torment, we stand On the wrong side of the fence Disciples of someone we trust Who distrusts us Barking unwittingly at the dark Erasing ourselves from its sheet We see what we meet The resistance is gone…Checkmate
But how long must we stand idly by? How long must our brothers all die? How m
Dead FlowersBlack petals fall to the ground and dissolve On the tongues of the dirts' open mouths Siphoning the energy from wandering feet Masking death inside fertility Undergone, and relieved to face it Remove the oxygen mask and breathe deep Fill your lungs with the dust of The flowers that were groomed for youDead Flowers
Serpent's tongue splits off and forward A constant reminder of dual fate And a snake's skin is left drying in the desert As the scales flake off one by one, alone
Dress ourselves in garments of lies Specks of light throw off the hunt And with a dec
The IdealistI can barely feel the tears roll down My cracked, sardonic porcelain face And the cinders of my eyes are ablaze again With a fire that could melt the stone I’m trapped in Seas surge forward, ever churning Burning through the earth’s debris And echoes ring back to me from the other side Sonic deluge that slides the landThe Idealist
And mud flies up from under my feet On the move again, I see Trampled under my own feet An actor who would play me
The world is a cruel and hard place For years, I have seen only grays And now for the first time since color arrived
I'm so sick of..
Tearful
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the Musical Gargoyle.
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Some people are a lot like Slinkies - They're not really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
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Nobody reads my stuff.
~me
oh NO! not the market fair!! that sucks lol but oh well, they weren't get very far and had little progress, lol oh well, see you VERY soon
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