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corbin-major
I sit alone sipping my drink, Staring out at the moon. I think and I wish and I hope and I pray, That my love will be along soon. She told me to wait, Til my heads ******* on straight Til my heart knows what it needs. And it's true in the past, I've been the last one who laughs, But now I'm the first one who bleeds. It took a dozen first dances, And even more second chances Until the hole in my pocket was found. And as I stitched up the cleft, To save what was left, I heard the last of it fall to the ground. And There I stood in a daze, As it sprinted away, Down the alley and down the street. Now what piece did I lack, That would sutcher the crack, And make the picture complete? So I sit alone sipping my drink, the fireflies play me a tune, And deep down I wonder, I hope, and I pray, That my love will be along soon.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Michelle
Blood drips from the ceiling, Blood sweats through the floor, Blood trails down the windows, Blood covers the door. And you mop up the  blood, Bucket after bucket, Til you just say, **** it." And leave.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Buckets
Hey there mister, How'd you'd get that hook? I got it out at sea, There was a fun loving ***** With a rusty wrench, Telling me where I couldn't be. Hey there mister, How'd you get that patch? I got it out at sea, There was an unfed parrot, With a ***** mouth, Who plucked it out of me. Hey there mister, Where'd you get that peg leg? Let me guess, Out at sea? Well I lost my leg, Up in Winnipeg, When I was run over by a taxi.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
A pirate's grumble
What is that, what is that? A woman I see! A hope, a hope, The perhaps soon will be, Some *** that's consensual, Oops I saw up her skirt, And she's a ***********
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Stiff love
You are the seed, The sapling, the tree. You are the drop, The bucket, the sea. You are the sand, The dessert, the dune. You are the land, The sky, the moon. You are the Earth, The sun, the Galaxy. You are the space, The time, the infinity. You are the wind, The shadow, the everything. You are the life, The death, the anything.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
You Are
The ground was dried by your umbrella, the rain couldn't quite pierce through your shell. the comets tail was interstellar, Grab ahold or sink to hell. My cigarettes are slowly burning Your head is aching still, With each regret you must be learning, Life is empty without will. Come lay in the garden with me Come lay, and have no fear, Feel the rays flow warmly through you, Feel it all just disappear. You are the only one i want to see me this way. As i fly away.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
Fly Away
There is a light that shines in me, even in the dark, At times it comes off as a glow, or barely just a spark. And the only way the fire grows, into a blazing white, Is when I open up myself, And myself become the light.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
Light
Caught in the tape, I can't escape. "Don't eat me," Is my last plea. Trapped in the net, I've only regret. Please return me, back to the sea. Lost in the maze, for hours, for days, "why am i the one, you prey upon?"
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
****** Back
I open my mouth and the marbles fall out, Roll to the floor and trip my feet. My eyes drown, and my ears silence. My nose clogs and my body goes numb. You make no sense.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
Nonsense
On the string of your harp I'm plucked, With each vibration i'm ****** The melody, That was played for me, Has left me **** out of luck. Each note that's played, Leaves me skinned and flayed. The artistry, in destroying me, Has me open and displayed. The oak tree's fallen leaves, Hit the ground as no one grieves. The ghost of the air, With no one to care, Catches rain from broken eaves. The song's been written. The apple's been bitten. And the Kaleidoscope, Of ***** and dope, Is a lifetime lost in quitting. The sentence is ending, As the edges are blending. Some colors for you, Some reds, some blues, For hopelessly hoarding or spending.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
You (A Death Sentence)