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saranade Sep 2017
Preoccupation with making something permanent
A feeling of expectation
incorporation of a certain situation
or habitation into life, for good
It makes me freak out.
Desire,
for a certain thing to happen
fear of that something actually happening
Or that it's something that might be permanent.
Worry,
the attempt to find certainty
the desire to control things.
Control you, controlling me
I'm afraid you'll find my black
It will come back again.
It's like an arc weld done incorrectly
Eventually it will start to bleed
And fall apart.
But I dreamt about welding and you welding me
into something permanent
something desirable
something non-penetrable.
You had me molded against the truck and...
I don't know who you are, but you put your fire in me
So deeply it burns.
A fire that firefighters can't dissolve
Doctors can't resolve.
You're in me,
and I love you.
I had a dream, or was it reality.
Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
She was a walking paradox
in a pair of Doc’s.

© Matthew Harlovic
DaSH the Hopeful Oct 2014
Memories
Hazy as the clouds you don't reside under
My eyes thunder with the possibility of seeing you
And the mist is from the realization I never will

Black silhouetted are the dreams,
That scream at me through windows
Like widows
Begging for their lovers to come home...
All so beautiful...
Like petals on headstones
Or blood on snow...
Nightmares remind me
My life was never a show.
I remember triggers and barrels,
....
Screams and sparrows...

Blood spilled to keep blood concealed in the hearts I love
Are liters of my life well spent
The screams die down even in my own ears and silently I repent

The roses bloom,
In last winter's corpse.
Watch the strings on the loom,
They weave life's course.
Breathe in the same air ****** did,
Exhale the same breath Mother Theresa Had.
Accept the curse among the twigs,
For there are blessings to be had.
But never forget,
Any stone on that path.
Swallow regret,
We all wear a mask

**Carpe Diem
Arcassin B Sep 2014
By Arcassin Burnham




Stupid punk-headed faget *****,
We ain't on the same level,
I will dust you off my shoes,
And I personally know the devil,
You ain't putting fear in my heart,
Its pure gold,
You can not start a war,
That has been finished since I wrote in this text box,
About how inconsiderate you ******* are,
Please you will get hit by a car,
And when the stars aligned and the time is right,
Your whole team will go down,
Like a neon light,
We power up,
We take control,
Like dash did to you,
You making me laugh so ******* hard,
I'm emasculating while I have the flu,
Once again **** the mafia,
A bunch of ******* weirdos,
Kiss my ***,
While I sip my tea and eat my cheetos,
E-mail this to your mothers,
See if they don't get disgusted,
You ****** up bad,
Thinking I wasn't gonna respond but I wasn't,
Until you put melz in it,
And then a ***** got Belligerent
******* and your crew,
A bunch of peasants.
**** the mafia

— The End —