Quite admirable , awe-inspiring , a divine piece of manufacture
It’s capriciousness is an equivalent of swooning of rapture
This carpet conveys itself as flawless , the fragrance is pleasant
The glossy finish generates a yearning to have it present
The blissful texture is mesmerizing , subject to perfect knitting
Not to mention it’s size is perfectly fitting
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Though the alternative side seems worn and tattered
And the fabric surrounding is scattered
There are pockets and splits
There are strewed fiber bits
Along the edges are multicolored spots
And the yarn had formed knots
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At that point the onlooker would become flustered helplessly
Were they to take it into their tenancy ?
Sure it was depleted
And maybe it was slightly untreated
Though it was equally handsome
Despite it’s opposing filthy expansion
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Then the beholder would ponder a tad
And realize the flaws weren't so bad
They were to be contemplated abnormally
Though as well stood out morbidly
The allotment seemed now suitable
And each side was mutable
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
They keep themselves alive
Just to die more everyday
In a world that will not listen
Able to be pulverized by mere phrases against them
Able to be fragmentized by even that of themselves
Their lips , their skin , they taste of sin
And their eyes become the looking glass
In which only reflecting that of the ****** past
Conceived in poignant everlasting despair
And when their dreams have come to end . .
With what do they fill their emptiness ?
With what to they but their happiness ?
To fragile to exist
Disciples of this game
Choking on depravity.
No love , No loss
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Like maggots to the host
Like rats to the under
He is foul
He wants to hurt you , Though doesn't deserve to
And the further you get is the closer you feel
His head is a mess , it's going to explode
His eyes are blind
His hands are tied
Driven by the will to eradicate , annihilate
He is the cause of man's dissolving evolution
He buys his " happiness "
With the deceased , it's all he has left
He says that it's the last time over and over again
Though the addiction to continue is salient
Twenty-four-carat will to ****
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Have you seen her ?
Her skin is like winter
Her hair as strands of gold
Her eyes a cerulean shade
Though she has unsteady hands
Yes ! She is in Wonderland
The ground is of sweetly confection
The clouds are of candy floss
The waters , of buttermilk
Though each grain of sugar is a little white lie
Oh how gracious , sounding oh so pleasant
And her name is Alice , soft like the finest taffeta
Do you happen to know where Wonderland is ?
Haste , Haste !
Oh yes I do , I have been there many times !
You must be willing to devote yourself completely !
For wonderland is of other-wordly proportions
But if you must know , She is in a the pretty box . Motionless in white
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
There was never a happily ever after
For it was woe in costume
There was no heroine
There was but he took a hike
There was no magic
For it was onyx
Thus London Bridge is falling down again , crushing many in it's way
Mary has lost her little lamb , Eaten by wolves looking for it
Cinder-ella had developed black lung , she's in the dust
The cow shattered his ribs coming down from the moon , he's crippled
And Mother Goose perished due to old age
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
To do to one is to do to another
Therefore ,
To comfort one is to comfort another
To care of to one is to care to another
Therefore ,
To put one down is to put down another
To abandon one is to abandon another
'Tis how the world works
A Flawed masterpiece
A tender executioner
Like the finest love on concrete
Soft as children's laughter , though as savage as a man-eater
What is the truth
What is the truth she seeks ?
But she wished for equilibrium , a scale in balance
And she has received disequilibrium , a scale unbalanced
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC