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deep below the crashing waves that crush the apostles into cliffsides and way past underwater caves inhabited by mysterious sealife somewhere below there are fools' graves drowned by invisible riptides And the ocean consumes their remains indifferent to their demise and though the living die the killers still make their living Even stealing tears from their eyes the cold depths have no misgivings And without a chance to say goodbye The heart of the sea is unforgiving
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Death to the living, and long live the killers
flies circlin as i'm breathing in smog gravel in my throat making me choke with a voice that sounds like a bullfrog I tried calling for help but just croaked. If all my lies were miles my tongue could pave tiles on a path all the way from  home to heaven or hell I must have come off course where the road forks, no time for remorse, oh well. Call me silvertongued i could make monks buy trunks full of ladders with no rungs, but i've got nothing left to sell. and the devil could do just as well it doesn't matter now, however much i wish and pray, or vow that I'd go a different way, I keep inching forward every day but I think I've gone astray. And I long for a place to stay, somewhere i belong, I hope to find it someday. But it's not today.
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
i am really tired of this.
I'm far from fine, feeling fanatic unloading my emotions action automatic slide slow and smooth stay silent and static just going through the motions though inside, I'm frantic
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
stupid silly simpleton
feverish scrawling writing in tongues speaking in fingers eyes blind to the outside world mind's sight fixed on a familiar girl who are you you already know my name I'm confused you only have yourself to blame leave me alone I know you'll be easily tamed please stop this I'll teach you to love this game I wake to the pain of pencil splinters and a poem ended with bloodied fingers. washing my handsin the sink I need a moment to think I need a breather drown myself in water muddled, all my thoughts are. eyes open to the outside world I check my reflection eyesight catches a familiar girl are you ready your lesson
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
keep writing, slave
We had always been friends since childhood and we stayed just as close in highschool then one day that girl said that she loved me I guess at that time I felt happy We still teased each other like before we started to argue a lot more and she'd say I should be more manly I guess at that time I felt angry I realized too late things might soon end "maybe we should've just stayed as friends" she asked me, confirming my worst fear I guess at that time I shed tears My other friends came to hear the news and then offered their own points of view told me not to let it bother me I suppose that they felt sympathy but at that time I just felt empty Don't look at me with those empty eyes Don't think of me with your empty mind Don't flatter me with those empty words Please don't make feeling empty hurt
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
Or maybe I'm just Full of ****
The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see it in the coldness of my heart Got bills to pay but my car wouldn't start Had to heat my house with gas siphoned from my neighbours car The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can feel its cold in my bones the way they creak like old folks' homes some days it feels like I'm trying to move through coal tar The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I can see the cold in my old friends' gazes Whispers behind my back, the usual phrases "Still playing guitar?" "Still want to be a star?" "Doubt you'll ever go far." The winter this year will be the coldest one by far I feel the cold coming out of my veins my nerves so frozen I can't feel the pain I only numbly hope that it doesn't leave a scar The winter this year was the coldest by far I was starting to think it might be my last But somehow before i knew it winter had passed Looking back I wonder if it was really so hard
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
Winter is cold?
It seemed like our eyes only met by chance but when you smiled and asked me to dance I've never believed in love at first glance but something about you had me entranced and we moved all night to the beating of my heart and I guess that's where I felt the first spark I suppose I was blinded by her dancing's wildness so i asked if she'd like to go somewhere more private but I was surprised by her sudden shyness eventually she slowly, coyly nodded in silence something inside my snapped at that sight and soon we were kissing by flickering candlelight I don't remember when we took off our clothes but the sight of her body was beyond description in prose I was so enraptured that for a moment I froze then she drew me close, a faint smell of rose finally overcome by our desires, we were making love like wildfire. but there was no happy end nothing so romantic There was no fight nothing so dramatic simply returned to friends something so diplomatic for that night filled with magic perhaps it feels anticlimactic but left with our burnt out passion all that remained of love were ashes
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
Our Burning Passion
Would you kindly hug me tight with your hands around my neck? Would you kindly spend the night and comfort this nervous wreck? Could you show me a smile while you tell me that I'm trash Could you insult my lifestyle without even batting an eyelash Should you care about garbage like me your tastes must be perverted Should I be allowed to feel this happy honestly, I'm uncertain. I need you to use your claws to draw out the blood from my skin I need you to break through the walls I built to hide my true self within I need you to split me open and dig inside to grasp at my heart if you can I need you to know the thoughts that I hide and love the person I really am
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
Maybe I'm a *********
I hope your phone dies and you lose your charger I hope you get a bad haircut from your barber I hope you get splashed by a passing truck and after you get **** on by a duck I hope your **** gets stuck when you're ******* and zip up I hope you confuse milk for bleach while eating your breakfast, at least your white teeth will finally please the dentist hope they switched your panadol for cyanide at the chemist and nobody minds at all because who'd cry for a public menace? I hope a car drives off the asphalt and hits you while you walk and nobody even stops to gawk. and as you're dying, crows start to flock, pecking your eyes out as they squawk because it's all your fault that my love is living in chalk outlines on the sidewalk and I tell you that every that time we talk I know you know exactly how much I hate you if you wanted to die I wouldn't dissuade you don't bother saying sorry we know it's too late to but they tell me that I really shouldn't blame you because it's all my fault that my love is living in chalk outlines on the sidewalk and I tell you that every time that we talk
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
I know you know I hate U
if i end up a coma patient, give me a split second cremation for the fire that burns the brightest burns the quickest And charge people tickets make the event the biggest bonfire festival and witness my wonderful photo finish I might not have been able to live life to its fullest, but I was never worried about doing things I knew i couldn't.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
comfort by the fireplace