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Now they're going to bed / And my stomach is sick / And it's all in my head / But she's touching his chest now / He takes off her dress now / Let me go / I just can't look it's killing me / And taking control / Jealousy, turning saints into the sea / Swimming through sick lullabies / Choking on your alibis / But it's just the price I pay / Destiny is calling me / Open up my eager eyes / Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.
i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.
~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I wrote a message on the bathroom stall.
Black, blue, white, red,
Who will care when I’m dead?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m not the prettiest of them all.
Short, tall, skinny, fat,
Why should I care about all of that?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I refuse to come at your beck and call.
Disease, abuse, hunger, pain,
There is nothing in it for me to gain.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Normal, average, simple, plain,
Is there anyone out there in the rain?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m not willing to take the fall.
Born to lead, born to die,
Why go if you’re not willing to try?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please tell me why I feel so small.
I don’t stand out, I don’t fit in,
I don’t feel right in my own skin.
Come at me with your words and sorrows,
But I will not be here when it comes to tomorrow.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Now it’s time for me to stand tall.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
“Poppysmic”
She uttered the word,
With a smile on the corner of her lips.
They were sitting on a stone bench
In the green shade of a huge chestnut tree,
Leaning against each other.
His fingers were playing with her brown hair,
While his rapid heart was fancying a kiss.
“What? ” He replied,
Lifting an eyebrow out of curiosity
For that unknown word.
She began, “This is the sound of…”
But his heart was not patient enough
To hear more, and instantly
His supple lips touched those soft lips of hers.
Pa – *** – smik
The sound occurred.
She winked and he giggled in joy
As the mystery of poppysmic was unlocked.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
*He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back*
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
The greatest Art in Life is: the precission of capturing the exact moment for speaking or for remaining silent.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.
You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****
You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.
You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.
You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.
You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.
You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.
You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.
You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.
You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.
You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.
You're the one that got away.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I don't know who I've become
It's been so long since I had a reflection...
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Here I live
in the city lined by the river
Here I live
under the great blue bridge
that loses it's battle with time
and rusts away
Here I wonder
Here I wonder
If I'll stay
in the city lined by the river
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC