She crawls to me in
A nauseating manner.
Her fingernails dig themselves,
Inches deep into the carpet.
She smiles,
Awkwardly, prolonged,
By dynamic foam,
She giggles.
Her tongue leaps out,
Spelling my name in mid air.
Panting as a dog would,
She draws nearer.
And I worry about what may be going on,
In that deceitful, undead mind.
Horrid thoughts invite themselves in,
And make a home in my brain.
I say take a vacation,
They say, “We just got here”.
The veins on her forehead,
Protrude and glow.
She mocks me and screams,
With terrifying vibrato,
“Get away from me youuu,
You foul, freaky, fiend!”
So close now I can nearly,
Taste the vinegar on her breath.
So close I can hear her,
Scraggly hair detach from atop her head.
My heart continues to race the ticking,
The tick-tocking of my mothers clock.
My blood continues to boil,
So incredibly warm that I may *****
That I may spew all that pumps my blood,
Onto this creatures path.
She picks up the pace,
And widens her moon-like eyes.
Murmuring under her,
Coldness and feebleness.
Her tongue continues,
To haunt my mind.
And she is so near now,
That I can taste the clamminess,
Of her skin,
Or what is left of it.
My heart stops.
She stops.
I take a deep breath,
She takes my hand.
I try to break away,
She breaks my fingers.
I scream.
She screams.
“Who are you?”
I simply ask.
“I am the outside world,”
She claims.
“And you have,
Every reason to fear me.”
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Crazy people roam this earth, but I suppose it’s not their fault. It’s not their fault they do what they do without explanation. But you’ve got to wonder; What makes these people do such crazy *** things? I guess it takes a crazy person to understand crazy actions..
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
How long did my scent linger,
Before this man replaced it?
How many nights did you snub,
The truth before you faced it.
And can you say,
Without dismay,
I am the dream you’re chasing?
Before you try,
I’d like to cry,
For all the years I’ve wasted.
Ice cubes and pouring liquor send my nerves into a trance,
Candlelight and turkey dinner end a lovely little dance.
The night is still and we are young, let us have some fun,
I’ll drink you down and lay you down, until the music’s done.
Your heart is growing warmer,
His hands continue pacing.
Here I laid some time ago,
A memory quite ancient.
Before you say,
Without dismay,
That he’s the man you’re missing,
I’d like to know,
Before I go,
Were my dead lips worth kissing?
A waterfall oversees a bridge above a river.
Silly things may come to mind, when consuming too much liquor.
A rope hangs low, to meet the glow, reflection from the sun.
Its here I lay, asleep and drowned, after I’ve been hung.
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A heart is no video game, if you play it, you will lose.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
Tonight I shall weep and toss in my sleep,
My puppy dog eyes will shed.
My heart will sink low, my body will know,
That I may have lost my head.
My fingers will tremble, lips dissemble,
Blood flow boil and delay.
My throat will be closed, mucus from my nose,
Back bone dissolved to decay.
My feelings are such,
Since the world lost its touch..
Since the men of the world,
Forgot all the good girls.
When music did die,
I asked myself, “Why,
Should the world go on free,
Everyone but me?”
But fate is its own mind,
Perhaps, one of a kind.
Fate is a person, of course,
Like you and I.
And with Time it gets old,
I suppose you foretold.
That they shall both die,
And here I shall lie.
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Everyday the world requires new acts, whether they are heavenly acts, moderate acts, or evil, horrible, disgusting acts. It’s a shame the world knows only one of the three.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC
Can you hear the tap, tap, tapping
Of my pale, gaunt fingers?
Yes, I am waiting.
And how my fingers do wander.
Just like the faucet,
Tap, tap, tap.
Echoing persistently,
Yes, I am waiting.
But my fingers will not.
They own this dark, lavender night.
Just like a stranger,
Tap, tap, tap.
Open the door,
Let him in.
Do not be afraid,
Because I am here.
Yes, I am waiting.
Yet I proceed to
Tap, tap, tap.
The night becomes still,
When the tapping is done.
The battle was lost,
The war has been one.
Eager are the hands of a killer,
And that of a machine,
One things for certain,
Fragile is the throat of a queen.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Do you know the feeling of losing a god given gift?
I don’t think so.
How often is something, or someone heaven sent?
Never.
Excluding a fine June day,
My love was born.
An angel was heard crying,
And a mother showed care.
Ten and five years later,
She had looked into my eyes.
I looked back into hers,
Oh how the sky is lovely.
How I could see the horizon,
Far across a clear blue ocean.
And it wasn’t until she closed her eyes,
That a trickle of that ocean caught me by surprise.
Because it ran, and ran down her silver cheeks,
I never knew such gems could leak.
All that she had done for me,
All that she had given,
Had fell off her chin and onto the floor.
And her eyes lost that perfect complexion..
Her soft, ruddy, luscious lips,
Had paled to a gray.
She lowered her head,
And turned away.
So I watched as the glow of her honey tinted hair,
Faded to a storm cloud black.
I should never have hurt her,
Because now we are through.
I knew loving an angel,
Was too good to be true.
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When life hands you an angel, grab a hold of its wings and NEVER let go.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
I cant help but throw down some lines,
About this sweet thing I cant get off my mind.
Because as we sit here, fingers entwined.
Her breath escapes her lungs into mine.
Suddenly I feel heartfelt, confused , and right,
Is this the life I’ll take tonight?
Lady whose fingers are lovely and white,
I never want you out of my sight.
But the night whispers no, no, let her go.
“I will never ever let her go.”
The way the moonlight makes her glow,
Strawberry lips, I’ve yet to know.
And when she leans in with love to gloat,
I’ll take that token as I have taken most.
At last when you see her, behold this quote;
“If I get hungry I’ll feast on her throat”
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 3:51 PM UTC
Shamefulness upon shamefulness,
I am a lonely fool.
For I have lost what I adore,
Because of my wicked self-indulgence.
Let me tell you,
I am not pure.
But with the experience of life,
Came the postponed gift of learning.
Suddenly a mind is clustered,
And a family left so sad.
For everything they have worked for,
Has become contorted and they,
Deranged.
Oh, how the loneliness creeps like water,
Trickling slowly through veins that cry out.
“Abuser!”
And so they shall quit,
Like all great things do.
But this will not fix all the damage bestowed,
Since forgiveness has been forgotten,
And the forgotten are not forgiven.
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Billy Joel once stated “Only the good die young”. How true.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 4:17 PM UTC
Take me to a place where the flowers bloom,
Pink, red, green, and all sorts of blue.
Take me to a place where the river flows,
Water sounds like Breathing through the nose.
Gentle, light like the breeze moving leaves,
Pushing them to the edge of the sea.
Take me to a place known as paradise,
To a place where no child has ever cried.
The scent of soil richer than vanilla,
No one to buy ya, no one to sell ya.
Take me away,
What do you say?
Leave the freeway,
Enter the free way.
Take me to a place where the pavement ends,
Where no one lives, lives to pretend.
Take me to a place where no blood is spilled,
A place where love will always build.
Trees that creep up through the earth,
Shielding all that have experienced birth.
Give the animals a home without disturbance,
Love so warm like hands over a furnace.
Take me away,
What do you say?
Exit the highway,
Enter the high way.
Looks like heaven,
Feels like flying,
Tastes like lemon,
Smells like what life brings,
Sounds like her melodic speech,
Singing me to sleep.
Take me to a place where perfection exists.
A place far, far away from this.
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The biggest hypocrites in life, are those who run it. We know what life is, but we are yet to experience it. We wait for liberty, although we may never approach it. We claim to be on a pursuit, the pursuit of happiness, But can we truly call it our own pursuit if what makes us happy is taken away? If it does not affect others, why is it wrong? Life needs to quit handing us questions, and start dealing answers. Our government needs to quit handing us ******** and start dealing with what's really wrong with this country.
R.I.P. everything that was once sweet in life.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:39 PM UTC
I was sitting at the edge of the woods,
Feeling the saliva glaze my throat.
I told them all this **** was good,
Conversating with my ghost.
Like a leaf on a river floating aimlessly no where,
I got washed up in the end.
A girl was there to bring me here,
This is what she said:
Man with hair as brown as earth,
Listen to my words.
Plants can heal,
Plants can ****
People can heal,
People do ****
Peace was lost,
Yet to be found.
Share your plant,
Earn the crown.
And She disappeared out of the blue,
I knew exactly what to do.
Now I write with HIGH *** hope,
To spread the love Ive learned to know.
The temper is gone,
I've disposed of hate.
You wont understand,
Until you can relate.
"Give peace a chance"
Said a wise, wise man,
Before your last dance,
Lend a hand.
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Not everybody gets a chance to live life to its fullest, so why not take that chance? **** the fighting, **** judgement, **** so-called "medicine". Negotiate. Smoke a joint and chill. Open your mind. Learn to love. If I can do it, so can the world.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 1:36 PM UTC
Here's a perfect example of the differences of reasoning.
Excuses:
We use them to save our *****
They're reasons consisting of lies that can never pull through.
But they're better than the truth,
Purpose served.
"How the **** did i get myself out of this one?"
Reasoning:
A statement about why,
Not always a good thing,
But factual and deserving.
So here's a reason why i cry every single night:
I think of us and how we could've been,
If i hadn't ****** around.
How i could be holding hands with you,
And singing songs with you.
Sleeping soundlessly as your parents remain clueless.
Thats the reasoning for every ******* thing i do:
Smoke
Drink
Slit
Pop pills,
What is your excuse?
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:53 AM UTC