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JohnMurphy
JohnMurphy
American
i watched the moon pass through the windows and it came up close to me and it told me of the echoes and what would come to be and it told about the minnows and pets that wouldn't see the light of day tomorrow but don't worry about me it told me of the future and the past it seemed to scream and it knew about my mother and the secret i dont speak it knew about my pockets and what my pockets do not keep it knew about the whispers that i say before I sleep it knows about the black dog and how close it follows me it knew that it was only hope and never lunacy and the sun knew that the moon would never speak to me
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
lunacy
Lonely down the lane A buzz a ball and chain Down the interstate We move for motion's sake A curse under my breath One worse upon my head The worst of fears for us We are our father's sons Drinking in the dark Begging for a spark Your eyes would leave a mark Your lips would leave a scar Just take what you get this time Even dog years aren't what they used to be.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Fonder Luck Next Time
A mile to blush and please A smile, for once, you could mean If only we had never filled our lungs with Halloween. Tell him to fade the scars Tell him to ash and feed the cigarette s in bars Tell him that guilt and stone will last long after we draw ours. Even those stars tell lies A fool for dead and far off light Even lost love seems to shine but it's only time
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
We met we met
Bittersweet as a burning tree As the second name of belladonna Keep your voice below the bagpipes Keep your chin above your phone I guess the rink was never icy Now that the grief is not as thick as water I never was the hard-heart type Back when I never slept alone
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Nightshade
Dark but I can smile Fists but I can wink Mint but I can vile Dry but I could drink Tired but I can talk a-while Drunk but I can think Live but I can decompose Quick but I could blink But
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
375 ltd(unfinished)
We know boy we know what you've You thought you could hide it But no such luck scars maybe fade boy But ink don't run boy we got your name We got your number Too late to go to sea No fate escapes the memory No gold in san francisco No count of monte cristo I'd never forget you As love as I live no gunslung name no club portrait no test for this no blood could hold Your sins Your sins your sins
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
born too late
He said he was a veteran of the war not this last one, but the one before Operation euphamism conflict desert storm he said they brought him here straight from the floor He said they brought the bodies to a rink And that the ice did not quite help the stink He could not hold his hand still, he could not hold his drink He threw up thirty xanax in the sink There was Rickie, he was twice my age Hoped it's not too late to turn a page he told me 'make the best of it', he tought me to play spades He said meals are the way to split the day Aerosol computer duster hose As far as he could get it up his nose Something about oblivion, ethyl and the cold Wednesday lunchtime traffic had to slow. I'm not crazy, I'm just low I've got nowhere else to go I'm not sick I'm just upset As all these thoughts race through my head I'm so tired of telling lies Smooth as corbon dioxide. Victoria had seen and lost her day She had the makeup tatooed on her face She just seemed grateful for a place to stay And wondered of they'd take her kids away. Three days for tears and slices on her arm Nine days, my fault for showing them my card They'd love to do the right thing, and treat us as we are But good insurance is as rare as heart I'm not crazy, I'm just low I've got nowhere else to go I'm not sick I'm just upset As all these thoughts race through my head I'm so tired of telling lies Smooth as corbon dioxide.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
no for real
Paint your eyes and jacket black lose the face that's looking back love your neighbour, but lock the door If I know you, you will be better than before Strings of lights lead down the street incandescent life's a dream Cold, but only for an arm to keep you warm If I know you, you're gonna Take the world by storm After all you're back in bed I'm just a song stuck in your head I'm just a name now, And nothing to remind. If I know you you're gonna Leave that boy behind I woke up and the world was white again I wake up and I find my mind with you in boston I woke up and the shortest day was done I wake up I don't owe my heart to anyone I woke up and that ******* year was dead You're too young to be jaded was the first thing you said I woke up and the world was wide again I'll be looking for your face, if I ever get to boston.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
goldheart blackfinger
The paper kept the story short Nothing certain to report Gave no name, but too young an age Sad, but get on with your day White shirt, dark tie the nicest shoes that I could find behave, before Look down at the floor Cross the street, the church is full selfish grief and ritual The family speak and the people cry I have my own, I cry for mine Drive up, hard rain We light cheap candles, say a name the best of us I have not lived up I have not lived up Ashes ashes we all fall down when that name is mine I'm sure I will not mind Bonfire just outside of town stories grow as they go around In tragedy, in war, in love Innocence is not enough Line up young men One less, a friend As if we needed an excuse We drink down our ***** Ashes ashes We all fall down I hope I'm good and through When it's the parting glass for you
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
all fall down
Will you take me to the ocean? Will you hold my hand? And will you just cut me open? And I'll bleed out in the sand. With a far away expression. In a foreign land. What a pleasure to be homesick, Beside the wanderlust of man Whose secrets are you keeping? And who is keeping yours? What demon dogs are sleeping? In the place beneath the floors. Whose long dead heart is beating? With a pulse that is no more. Change all the tenses on the verbs. Strange all the senses goodbyelittlebird
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
the suicide song