From there be LIFE; And Life your Own dictate
Which No-One in Wisdom Violate must
Even I - the Bard his Ego verbate
Shun my Trumpets forge your Support and Trust
Three Years when since your Rightful Ignore
As Cunningly Thankful my Healing teach
To Know - and Accept - such Freedom you Adore
Your Choice-of-Bonds must Preserve out-of-reach
To Succumb this Jewel we call RESPECT
Ensures this World our Everlasting Bliss
Which you and your Lad thrive in such Aspect
We Realised Sinners comfort your Miss.
Your Hero once more from Stonewall be Praised
Though Compassion should our Fortiments raised.
My dear, my darling
I must confess to you a
my dear, my darling
will you do your best to
I know you have a
and live so
but baby I could
FALL FOR YOU,
I already know you're
My dear, my darling
how LDR relationships
but my dear I now think they
My dear, my darling
I'm addicted to your
your comments, posts, and
you're even exactly my
My dear, my darling
I don't wish to break up
SHE AND YOU,
but my dear, my darling
I think I am falling
My day wasn't unsuccessful.
I got what done what I needed to get done.
I think the same song has been on repeat all afternoon.
Wine drunk, staring out the window.
And I mean really drunk.
And I certainly mean really staring.
It's so foggy here up on this hill.
All you can see is a blur.
The very bottom of the blur is orange,
But that is just because of the streetlights
That are out in the parking lot.
The rest of the blur is purple,
But an orange-y purple.
It kind of hurts your eyes to look at it.
But it is beautiful and sad,
And not sad like how your mother hits you
Or your cat gets cancer
Or you relapsed after four months.
It's sad like when you realize
You're 4/5ths through an amazing movie,
Or when you see a surprise military homecoming
Or you unpack in a new home.
My room mate won't be back
Until much later.
I don't mind.
I need some time
To get wine drunk and stair out the window.
And be sad.
But it's not quite as beautiful as the blur.
That's okay anyway.
I'm in love with my fiance.
And my best friend.
And my cat.
And my little sister.
And all my new dresses
That I ordered on cyber Monday.
I'll be doing just fine when they come in.
When I make it through the orange-y purple blur.
Pray for me.
Because my toes are cold,
And so are my arms, and my cheeks, and my chest.
But my eyes and my outspoken tongue are on fire.
Mark Twain asked this,
And now I want to know, too.
Why didn't anyone ever pray for Satan?
Hundreds of centuries have gone by,
And no one prayed for the man
Who could have used your kind words
The very very most?
No one is praying for Satan,
Someone better pray for me.
Maybe one of your gods will take pity.
None of mine have.
But they say I'll be doing just fine when those dresses come in.
When I make it through the blur.
I'm gonna leave it for the morning in the afterlife
And she's drunk by the day time
I bet she feels it just the same, not anymore"
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My obsession lays only with Calvin Klein.
A proper noun with capitals.
A drifting strong aroma.
Another obsession in my world.
Is sometimes somewhat lighter.
I am an obsessed pusher.
Obsessed only with my pen.
If I can create an image well.
Then hell so be it.
Real people I don't like much.
It's only words I wish to touch.
Desire fires obsession.
It's just a bunch of words.
Sweet strawberries so succulent bring words of summertime.
Clouds weigh down around my head
Dark winter days of misery.
Moments when I wish I was dead.
I put my pen to work.
Writing darkness scarily black.
About bursting eyes.
Where no-one dies,
Except emotion cruelly slaughtered.
By the one known only in kindness.
As the smiling devil's daughter
Definitely no relation.
Just the mother of eccentricity.
Kindness in persona.
To be so dark.
That's very rare.
In a heart that's ribbon bound.
I write my words with tender care.
Sometimes, just to remind the world that I am still there.
Moreover, like a hornet.
I cheese you off and get stuck in your hair!
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his throat was still thirsty for liquor
and my heart was hungry for his touch.
Serpent like, we slid down the hall and found ourselves in shadows.
I also found the mistletoe straight above my head
but his lips only locked on a glass of Hennessy.
On New Years
( after the eve had passed )
he and I found home on the floor while our lips went wild.
It was good place to be happily drunk
with strangers and smiles.
But it's really all I want to remember.
was their anniversary. She spun her wrist round
flashing diamonds and jewels embroidered by their love.
I spun my mind trying to find
how the greatest gift he ever gave me was a moonlit kiss
even then I knew we were bound to be empty.
It can take a second...a second to realize when your actions have created complete chaos and permanent damage.
A second to late, before your conscious kicks you in your sleep, Not allowing you to sleep at night
While your mind races, like it's trying to not crash at the Grand Pixs
like its running from all its well thought out mistakes, like it's escaping all it ever may have promised too commit.
"Why do we make these mistakes? if we know the outcome of the cause?
why do we feign for the thought of despair and pain? Only to have self pity of what we have allowed to be lost?"
Judge me. Please. Judge me.
I need it every second, every moment.. as I walk the streets of this un controlled land
I won't dare stare back though, I won't ever judge the soul of another man...
it's not in my plans.
But neither were all my seconds I have lost where I've created so many mistakes.
A broken Heart, Painful tears, a perfect home in which my wrath caused emotional tremors from my earthquakes.
It took a second...It took a moment. Something else literally could of happened if I just thought things through...
but these moments weren't my fault at all, no...wait!
It was YOU!