josh-hall - Hello Poetry

I still taste you, You're traced on my teeth, These shallow shadows peek in between. Walk my fine lines, Fall to a side, Where I catch you with my lips, Hands inside your hips. You gasp when you realize, Our hearts are cold as ice. When I warm you up, Maybe we won't mind. We're young and confused, If you win I lose it, Let's just do it all again! Look out for the sins we commit, Your God abandoned me, And if the shoe fits, I might just need you, You know damn-well why! When we get tongue tied, We waste their lives! I won't live my life in their lies. It's a dark reality, Kiss you endlessly, You're alone with me, Abandoned by reason, So why are our shirts on? Extinguish our boredom! Bite me if you like me! I won't drop you, Like my ****** knives, Get down to your knees girl, Celebrate a ***** world. Tell me if you'll smite me, Sink your fangs in, Take me for a spin. When you win, I'll let you in.

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC

Bite Me

I still taste you, You're traced on my teeth, These shallow shadows peek in between. Walk my fine lines, Fall to a side, Where I catch you with my lips, Hands inside your hips. You gasp when you realize, Our hearts are cold as ice. When I warm you up, Maybe we won't mind. We're young and confused, If you win I lose it, Let's just do it all again! Look out for the sins we commit, Your God abandoned me, And if the shoe fits, I might just need you, You know damn-well why! When we get tongue tied, We waste their lives! I won't live my life in their lies. It's a dark reality, Kiss you endlessly, You're alone with me, Abandoned by reason, So why are our shirts on? Extinguish our boredom! Bite me if you like me! I won't drop you, Like my ****** knives, Get down to your knees girl, Celebrate a ***** world. Tell me if you'll smite me, Sink your fangs in, Take me for a spin. When you win, I'll let you in.

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Writ a full report, This medical miracle, Is so ******** in the head! We'd better take him to an expert, Maybe they'll understand, His diagnosis, Is dead. He's smoking! He's drinking! He's ******* with some girl! She appears to be a scary ***** Let the horror-show unfurl! I prescribe a good vacation, Maybe just a shrink, **** it! Let's send him to a psych-ward, Drain his blood, And make him think! Pubescence is a crime against humanity, Teens are dead or on the brink, I won't stop complaining! Teenagers are crazy, Drunk, And blazing, Tell me again to **** myself, And you'll watch your blood spill out! Cry until you die, Abandoned tear-ducts, Buy my time. We've sold our souls to 4 years, Of razor blades, And *** online. Cry! Cry! Cry! Alligator tears abide. Maybe I'll climb, Just to jump. Cross my heart, Hope to fly!

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC

Adolescent Descent

Writ a full report, This medical miracle, Is so ******** in the head! We'd better take him to an expert, Maybe they'll understand, His diagnosis, Is dead. He's smoking! He's drinking! He's ******* with some girl! She appears to be a scary ***** Let the horror-show unfurl! I prescribe a good vacation, Maybe just a shrink, **** it! Let's send him to a psych-ward, Drain his blood, And make him think! Pubescence is a crime against humanity, Teens are dead or on the brink, I won't stop complaining! Teenagers are crazy, Drunk, And blazing, Tell me again to **** myself, And you'll watch your blood spill out! Cry until you die, Abandoned tear-ducts, Buy my time. We've sold our souls to 4 years, Of razor blades, And *** online. Cry! Cry! Cry! Alligator tears abide. Maybe I'll climb, Just to jump. Cross my heart, Hope to fly!

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Oh, I believe I can see your future, And it's looking pretty dim, There will be no evasion of these weapons, You'd be smart to welcome Sir Grim. I'm still loading! You are firing! I think you know how much **** you're in, And it's your move, son, So what's your ******* plan? Fire at will! This is not a game! If it were I'd break the rules again. You look like you're heaving with your own pain, It's disgusting, but maybe I'll help you, When I introduce your flesh to a flame! You are out of this world, Thanks to being placed at the end of my rifle, Then it popped, And you swirled. You're dastardly, A waste of space to me, You're a mean one, Mr. ***** Put yourself down and out, But you still talk to innocent girls with your malintioned member! When everything's out of control, You'll blow a hole in your head, But woe is you, You've got to ******* go! Because woe is you psychotic-Romeo, Everybody, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" Let's go dig a hole, Toss the ****** in! Cover him in gasoline, And burn the evidence. Boom.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC

Rest In Pieces

Oh, I believe I can see your future, And it's looking pretty dim, There will be no evasion of these weapons, You'd be smart to welcome Sir Grim. I'm still loading! You are firing! I think you know how much **** you're in, And it's your move, son, So what's your ******* plan? Fire at will! This is not a game! If it were I'd break the rules again. You look like you're heaving with your own pain, It's disgusting, but maybe I'll help you, When I introduce your flesh to a flame! You are out of this world, Thanks to being placed at the end of my rifle, Then it popped, And you swirled. You're dastardly, A waste of space to me, You're a mean one, Mr. ***** Put yourself down and out, But you still talk to innocent girls with your malintioned member! When everything's out of control, You'll blow a hole in your head, But woe is you, You've got to ******* go! Because woe is you psychotic-Romeo, Everybody, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" Let's go dig a hole, Toss the ****** in! Cover him in gasoline, And burn the evidence. Boom.

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Salvaging through all the minds of the forsaken, The blunt-force-object I carry is shaking them up again. If this is the end, I'm going to break, Not bend. The decent ones all think I have wasted, To trash in their little laced-up lives. They're giving me hives, And it makes me want to die! If you speak one more time, And tell me to get it right, You'll be left out for the flies! You're cutting all your corners, And you'll feel the weight of the world, I eat the curses that you hurl, Like a bleach and razor meal. At least the ******* rats on my floor, Know when they are done for. You're not even a rat! You are your own designed filth. How about you use your whining mouth to blow me, I won't rest until you are killed. Maybe you won't be complaining if you're buried alive in cement. But this wall keeps me out of Heaven, Maybe the wall is heaven-sent. It's not good versus evil, More like hemophilia and war! I'll laugh when you're jokes aren't true. Otherwise be silent too.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC

Self-Representations

Salvaging through all the minds of the forsaken, The blunt-force-object I carry is shaking them up again. If this is the end, I'm going to break, Not bend. The decent ones all think I have wasted, To trash in their little laced-up lives. They're giving me hives, And it makes me want to die! If you speak one more time, And tell me to get it right, You'll be left out for the flies! You're cutting all your corners, And you'll feel the weight of the world, I eat the curses that you hurl, Like a bleach and razor meal. At least the ******* rats on my floor, Know when they are done for. You're not even a rat! You are your own designed filth. How about you use your whining mouth to blow me, I won't rest until you are killed. Maybe you won't be complaining if you're buried alive in cement. But this wall keeps me out of Heaven, Maybe the wall is heaven-sent. It's not good versus evil, More like hemophilia and war! I'll laugh when you're jokes aren't true. Otherwise be silent too.

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Look at the torches and lighters while they wave. Do you ever care about the darkness they'd make? Or about the light that they take? The shadows shake, To hear the questions asked by romantic's prey. No my ****** up friend, It's another question asked due to my actions, Because you needed help and I led you astray! You were a victim of the knife with which I play! Answer me a question! Would God ask for your soul to steal? What about your skin to peel? And I'll keep saying, I'm sorry I could not conclude, Did not mean to be rude, I was distracted by all of these terms and conditions, All the questions they all ask of me, And I don't deal well with authority. Truth be told I think we're meant to ask questions, So that we may hide in our answers! So here is a question: Do questions die?

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC

Question Everything

Look at the torches and lighters while they wave. Do you ever care about the darkness they'd make? Or about the light that they take? The shadows shake, To hear the questions asked by romantic's prey. No my ****** up friend, It's another question asked due to my actions, Because you needed help and I led you astray! You were a victim of the knife with which I play! Answer me a question! Would God ask for your soul to steal? What about your skin to peel? And I'll keep saying, I'm sorry I could not conclude, Did not mean to be rude, I was distracted by all of these terms and conditions, All the questions they all ask of me, And I don't deal well with authority. Truth be told I think we're meant to ask questions, So that we may hide in our answers! So here is a question: Do questions die?

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Listen to me! I cough out my tales of woe! I'm so hurt! I'm so terribly low! Blow me up, With your pipe and your cup, Give me the stuff, So I can forgive you and away I'll go, I act like I can't hear you, It's the only pass-time I enjoy! Toss and turn as if you don't know, Don't play coy, With me, I'll smack you into next week, By then you'll have resolved yourself! Amphetamines! THC Dreams! Smash this bottle! Drown in whiskey! Killer combinations eat me time after time. I made it all up in my head, So I could afford some counterfeit meds! Pocket pills, My own free will, For my psycho-somatic need to **** The painless solution, Found at the bottom of an alcoholic potion! We are addicted to a lie! Begging for another chance to say "Goodbye!" And I know now there's no wrong or right, Tie your lips to a stem and watch it ignite! And we'll scream, Amphetamines! THC Dreams! Smash this bottle! Drown in whiskey! It's like we live for nothing, Pretend to **** yourself, So you'll feel like something, Break some hearts just to know you can, Those pills in your pocket will make you fly before you land! If you haven't noticed. There's nothing wrong with you.

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

Pocket Pills

Listen to me! I cough out my tales of woe! I'm so hurt! I'm so terribly low! Blow me up, With your pipe and your cup, Give me the stuff, So I can forgive you and away I'll go, I act like I can't hear you, It's the only pass-time I enjoy! Toss and turn as if you don't know, Don't play coy, With me, I'll smack you into next week, By then you'll have resolved yourself! Amphetamines! THC Dreams! Smash this bottle! Drown in whiskey! Killer combinations eat me time after time. I made it all up in my head, So I could afford some counterfeit meds! Pocket pills, My own free will, For my psycho-somatic need to **** The painless solution, Found at the bottom of an alcoholic potion! We are addicted to a lie! Begging for another chance to say "Goodbye!" And I know now there's no wrong or right, Tie your lips to a stem and watch it ignite! And we'll scream, Amphetamines! THC Dreams! Smash this bottle! Drown in whiskey! It's like we live for nothing, Pretend to **** yourself, So you'll feel like something, Break some hearts just to know you can, Those pills in your pocket will make you fly before you land! If you haven't noticed. There's nothing wrong with you.

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Dear lover I am writing, To you instead of biting, A bullet to let you **** me, It's hopeless to try and sit, Through all of the blatant fuckery, But then maybe, Just maybe it's good they locked you in the penitentiary! Joker cards aren't worthless if you use them to cut yourself! Who am I to say happiness brings you wealth! As all my time is ticking, Those ugly wounds you're licking, And the gun I bought is sticking to my palm. Because they let me **** the mad masked man, He tried to steal your prized guillotine! The constitutional irony on the the back of my hand. Let me know if you can! All those ugly wounds you're licking? Away your time is ticking You are my only gun, Suicidal love! **** all the above, I'm so happy for your enemies! The world's most painful drug, Injects into the tongue, Of he who spoke too much! Oh my demonic angel! My suicidal love! It's nothing personal, I believe in my arsenal, All the ******** you've ever been told, It's fun to watch them all break and fold, They're already burning in the acid-cold, Caked in mud, Growing mold! **** yourself they said to us! And I won't kick the bucket, Because away my time is ticking, Because of all those ugly wounds you're licking, And the gun I bought that's sticking, To my palm! Three ******* cheers, For those who had the gull, To wear the handcuffs and get taped to the wall! You're that one, My suicidal love!

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC

Suicidal Love!

Dear lover I am writing, To you instead of biting, A bullet to let you **** me, It's hopeless to try and sit, Through all of the blatant fuckery, But then maybe, Just maybe it's good they locked you in the penitentiary! Joker cards aren't worthless if you use them to cut yourself! Who am I to say happiness brings you wealth! As all my time is ticking, Those ugly wounds you're licking, And the gun I bought is sticking to my palm. Because they let me **** the mad masked man, He tried to steal your prized guillotine! The constitutional irony on the the back of my hand. Let me know if you can! All those ugly wounds you're licking? Away your time is ticking You are my only gun, Suicidal love! **** all the above, I'm so happy for your enemies! The world's most painful drug, Injects into the tongue, Of he who spoke too much! Oh my demonic angel! My suicidal love! It's nothing personal, I believe in my arsenal, All the ******** you've ever been told, It's fun to watch them all break and fold, They're already burning in the acid-cold, Caked in mud, Growing mold! **** yourself they said to us! And I won't kick the bucket, Because away my time is ticking, Because of all those ugly wounds you're licking, And the gun I bought that's sticking, To my palm! Three ******* cheers, For those who had the gull, To wear the handcuffs and get taped to the wall! You're that one, My suicidal love!

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My dreams, They slip me into sentimental abhorrence, Distractions are piercing my silence, The insects are buzzing, They drive me away, I notice the new shade of gray, It consumes my life, It consumes my whole life! So I ***** and strife! Watch my world break its back, Refracted distractions shine through the cracks, My focus blurs to black, Focus! For fuck's sake let me focus, My mind slips to hell, It will **** us all, So leave me alone, Grow up, Be thrown, Expect me to die, Waiting for things to get done, I don't like to lie, Let me know when we've won! Please save some focus, It's all I want to do, Leave me to focus, And I'll try not to leave and say **** you."

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC

Focus

My dreams, They slip me into sentimental abhorrence, Distractions are piercing my silence, The insects are buzzing, They drive me away, I notice the new shade of gray, It consumes my life, It consumes my whole life! So I ***** and strife! Watch my world break its back, Refracted distractions shine through the cracks, My focus blurs to black, Focus! For fuck's sake let me focus, My mind slips to hell, It will **** us all, So leave me alone, Grow up, Be thrown, Expect me to die, Waiting for things to get done, I don't like to lie, Let me know when we've won! Please save some focus, It's all I want to do, Leave me to focus, And I'll try not to leave and say **** you."

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What do I do? What do I do? I'll ******* break them, The storm I've made drapes them! The specters don't listen if you don't lead them to their tombs, A bastard's Satan-son lets his voice echo and loom. All the times I look at you, "What's wrong with you?" "We're ******* through!" Let it go! It's nothing new! And we're all ****** Can't let it go, Blow over the band, The pain will fall down with the sand, Just let it go, And tell me that you know, To drop it! Drop it! Forget it all! Watch the fall! Watch you drop it! Drop it! **** you all, Drop it! Let me sail on through, Then notice the pretty view, Burning, The tempest on the wake, Is brewing an underworld earthquake, Let fire reimburse me, Let go for your own sake, Tell me that your life's not at stake. So move on! Drop it! I'm stuck with the ones who will never understand, Reality is fragile, Reality's in demand, You want your salvation? Take this plan, Take this gun, Take the trigger, To your skull, Release your specters to the world, Or you could get off your *** Point the gun where it belongs, Then they might drop it.

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

Drop It

What do I do? What do I do? I'll ******* break them, The storm I've made drapes them! The specters don't listen if you don't lead them to their tombs, A bastard's Satan-son lets his voice echo and loom. All the times I look at you, "What's wrong with you?" "We're ******* through!" Let it go! It's nothing new! And we're all ****** Can't let it go, Blow over the band, The pain will fall down with the sand, Just let it go, And tell me that you know, To drop it! Drop it! Forget it all! Watch the fall! Watch you drop it! Drop it! **** you all, Drop it! Let me sail on through, Then notice the pretty view, Burning, The tempest on the wake, Is brewing an underworld earthquake, Let fire reimburse me, Let go for your own sake, Tell me that your life's not at stake. So move on! Drop it! I'm stuck with the ones who will never understand, Reality is fragile, Reality's in demand, You want your salvation? Take this plan, Take this gun, Take the trigger, To your skull, Release your specters to the world, Or you could get off your *** Point the gun where it belongs, Then they might drop it.

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I was writing all down what was written before, Writing down prats, Writing down ****** When I stumbled upon an array of deceit, It was a trap, They took my journal from me. I smiled. No one will ever find their bodies.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC

WHERE THE **** IS MY JOURNAL?

I was writing all down what was written before, Writing down prats, Writing down ****** When I stumbled upon an array of deceit, It was a trap, They took my journal from me. I smiled. No one will ever find their bodies.

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