firexscape - Hello Poetry

wrong words, you know I never meant to hurt you // wrong words, you think I argue too much // wrong words, I don't have much to say anymore // wrong words, no one's gonna love me // wrong words, I think you hate me // wrong words, you say I'm paranoid // wrong words, I don't even write real poetry // wrong words, the right ones have left me // wrong words... "living isn't my thing"

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Feb 7, 2015

Feb 7, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC

wrong.words

wrong words, you know I never meant to hurt you // wrong words, you think I argue too much // wrong words, I don't have much to say anymore // wrong words, no one's gonna love me // wrong words, I think you hate me // wrong words, you say I'm paranoid // wrong words, I don't even write real poetry // wrong words, the right ones have left me // wrong words... "living isn't my thing"

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I always thought I preferred the night I love the way my eyes look in daylight but in the glory of the moonlight my infatuation goes to the way your eyes looked, looking at me like there was no place you'd rather be

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC

maybe i just liked the night with you in it

I always thought I preferred the night I love the way my eyes look in daylight but in the glory of the moonlight my infatuation goes to the way your eyes looked, looking at me like there was no place you'd rather be

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I don't shine like the stars I'm not a diamond in the rough I am the rough patch, the fleeting enigma of this painfully current squeaky-clean suburban world This is hardly glory But my soul is celestial I have ink blotted dreams in my heart Words and prose in my mind And your name waiting on my tongue

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC

This Is Hardly Glory

I don't shine like the stars I'm not a diamond in the rough I am the rough patch, the fleeting enigma of this painfully current squeaky-clean suburban world This is hardly glory But my soul is celestial I have ink blotted dreams in my heart Words and prose in my mind And your name waiting on my tongue

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I guess you could say I've been okay lately But I've been sleeping all the time just to escape myself And I've started hating all of the people I love

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

i don't need friends i need to jump in front of a train

I guess you could say I've been okay lately But I've been sleeping all the time just to escape myself And I've started hating all of the people I love

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all your cigarettes there's smoke in your soul i swear you're asking for death (more than the rest of us) I have words inked in my bloodstream you have them inked on your skin you're WALKING ART babe but art doesn't die

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC

walking art

all your cigarettes there's smoke in your soul i swear you're asking for death (more than the rest of us) I have words inked in my bloodstream you have them inked on your skin you're WALKING ART babe but art doesn't die

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Pretty lights flashing, you're like a rave Upside down faces, talking about the drugs they don't do Lovers in the corner, Hands being held I'm backed against a cold wall with my pretty words and them alone wondering why I'm here Counting all the people who really don't care

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC

This Party Isn't the Best

Pretty lights flashing, you're like a rave Upside down faces, talking about the drugs they don't do Lovers in the corner, Hands being held I'm backed against a cold wall with my pretty words and them alone wondering why I'm here Counting all the people who really don't care

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I can't make conversation But I can make art you won't appreciate I'll stay quiet You'll hate me for it You'll kiss me And I'll hold your frozen hand It's not love But your body keeps me warm

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC

You//no words, all body

I can't make conversation But I can make art you won't appreciate I'll stay quiet You'll hate me for it You'll kiss me And I'll hold your frozen hand It's not love But your body keeps me warm

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If I died my hair Could we pretend it isn't me I bleached my hair Let's bleach the voices in my ****** up head Fleeting memories, so what if they're dead

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC

**** All (bleach.)

If I died my hair Could we pretend it isn't me I bleached my hair Let's bleach the voices in my ****** up head Fleeting memories, so what if they're dead

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I'm up to 35. 35 despaired pages, each turned with a painfully waning chance of happiness. I weep for this diary The crisp-white pages are darker than dark, tattooed with pain Written in ink, but meant in blood. (I'm starting to wonder if I have any left in my veins)

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC

Diary

I'm up to 35. 35 despaired pages, each turned with a painfully waning chance of happiness. I weep for this diary The crisp-white pages are darker than dark, tattooed with pain Written in ink, but meant in blood. (I'm starting to wonder if I have any left in my veins)

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I won't tell you that you ripped my heart out because I would be lying. I can still feel my heart and it feels sick to its stomach and I know that isn't possible, but hey you used to say that it wasn't possible that your love for me would ever cease.

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC

Spoken

I won't tell you that you ripped my heart out because I would be lying. I can still feel my heart and it feels sick to its stomach and I know that isn't possible, but hey you used to say that it wasn't possible that your love for me would ever cease.

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