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Candlelight dances on the wall of my room, it dances to the endless tune of my doom. Wind breaks the silence that cuts me so deep, I am doused with sorrow from my head to my feet. I used to feel comfort and rest the night through, but now I lay wake with dark thoughts of you. I asked you to save me from the unknown of alone, but now I'm shaking alone on my throne. My head, heavy, spins full of nonsense and greed, my heart is saturated with jealousy and reasons to bleed. I begged for your pardon over again, it goes ungranted, I'm left rotting till then.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Candlelight
The nature of sentience. The desire for penance. Why does one behave? From our first breath, were taught to reject, the things we always crave. Day one: life pours into your senses and fills your consciousness like a cup, the clocks have finished being wound. Release. The game starts then. Beauty still runs rampant. Dark becomes light, life become sight, you learn from all around. The water is warm, then a terrible storm, pulls you down to drown. Day two: I learned what to love and who to trust very quick. It was taught to me. Like a formula on a blackboard. How to feel, what to want, what is okay to cherish. It never felt genuine. In my home, I was always alone, love was a cracking whip. A bottle full of pills, crushed up on windowsills, turned to a nasal drip. Day three: I haven't seen my father, last I did, he told me what a disappointing life I'm living. Memories smell like fireball when he's in them. I still can't feel. Guilt extinguished my true passion long ago. Oneness replaced by numbness. A spoon bottom turned black, burned by sizzling crack, fear took my life from me. I am amongst the dead, bound to my bed, i see no joy to be. Day 4: I felt jealousy today, it festered in my chest. I longed for the warm and selfish friendships that are so abundant around me; I found something like it in the illicit. I learned to love the way 2 AM smells, and feels, like cleaning products. Life will let you down, but wear that throned crown, because you are king of the known. What was, is no longer, death will make you stronger, but don't you die all alone. It's harder that way. Stay to play, then let yourself drown
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
Just Drown
The nature of sentience. The desire for penance. Why does one behave? From our first breath, were taught to reject, the things we always crave. Day one: life pours into your senses and fills your consciousness like a cup, the clocks have finished being wound. Release. The game starts then. Beauty still runs rampant. Dark becomes light, life become sight, you learn from all around. The water is warm, then a terrible storm, pulls you down to drown. Day two: I learned what to love and who to trust very quick. It was taught to me. Like a formula on a blackboard. How to feel, what to want, what is okay to cherish. It never felt genuine. In my home, I was always alone, love was a cracking whip. A bottle full of pills, crushed up on windowsills, turned to a nasal drip. Day three: I haven't seen my father, last I did, he told me what a disappointing life I'm living. Memories smell like fireball when he's in them. I still can't feel. Guilt extinguished my true passion long ago. Oneness replaced by numbness. A spoon bottom turned black, burned by sizzling crack, fear took my life from me. I am amongst the dead, bound to my bed, i see no joy to be. Day 4: I felt jealousy today, it festered in my chest. I longed for the warm and selfish friendships that are so abundant around me; I found something like it in the illicit. I learned to love the way 2 AM smells, and feels, like cleaning products. Life will let you down, but wear that throned crown, because you are king of the known. What was, is no longer, death will make you stronger, but don't you die all alone. It's harder that way. Stay to play, then let yourself drown
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Death rolled in again, rippling waves in my calmed brain. They said he almost made it to the door, but bled out on the kitchen floor. I think of you, and him, and him, and the others who kissed the hand of whatever god. They're not real anymore, but we're they Ever anyway. The gold Lockett cracked, and the speaker blew out. The casket finally closed, the family guests walked out. I push everyone away, so I don't see them die. The burdens too great, the risk of goodbye. Alone for now, and alone forever, because every season ends, and I barley make it through December. Every year repeats, the variables appear, "y" equals me and "X"isn't there Don't cry for the song, cheer to remember. I'll see you in the summer, then I'll die in December
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
December
I made my escape on that glorious day, Seemed bleak at first but I made my way. My suitcase was packed, Riding the bus that would finally take me back. Asking no one for favors, I embarked on this alone, yes, the ship sailed and the plane was flown. To be far away from here, and all those near and dear, would grow to know loss like a common fear. But my planet crashed, my ship sunk I woke up. Track marks scattered, floral robes tattered, Narcan kissed my vain, and became the pilot of that plane. Oh to my dismay, in a room filled with fake smiles and "you're okay." ***** repair, blood pressure flair, on and on like a revolving door. Ten thousand "sorry's", and a desperate party to see me sing and act. With my IV leash, attached to a snarling beast, I gave them what they paid for. So now I'm stuck where I started, wishing I departed, and made it all the way. But I do how they do, and do what they say. Nothing is my own, not even the day. My passion is gone, I exist without hope, I'm forced to breathe,and to shadow the pope. You see, the pilot is to blame, he saved my body, but killed my heart with shame. But I'll get my revenge, and I will live again, or save up for another ticket. But you will feel sorrow, for all of my gray tomorrow's pouring down from an endless spigot. For you trapped me here, my exit was near, and freedom would have rang true. All that are dear, ridden with fear, and the one to blame is you. Blame can run no where else, vindication sleeps in your bed, you played god and raised me from the dead. You made me live.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
You Made Me Live
I made my escape on that glorious day, Seemed bleak at first but I made my way. My suitcase was packed, Riding the bus that would finally take me back. Asking no one for favors, I embarked on this alone, yes, the ship sailed and the plane was flown. To be far away from here, and all those near and dear, would grow to know loss like a common fear. But my planet crashed, my ship sunk I woke up. Track marks scattered, floral robes tattered, Narcan kissed my vain, and became the pilot of that plane. Oh to my dismay, in a room filled with fake smiles and "you're okay." ***** repair, blood pressure flair, on and on like a revolving door. Ten thousand "sorry's", and a desperate party to see me sing and act. With my IV leash, attached to a snarling beast, I gave them what they paid for. So now I'm stuck where I started, wishing I departed, and made it all the way. But I do how they do, and do what they say. Nothing is my own, not even the day. My passion is gone, I exist without hope, I'm forced to breathe,and to shadow the pope. You see, the pilot is to blame, he saved my body, but killed my heart with shame. But I'll get my revenge, and I will live again, or save up for another ticket. But you will feel sorrow, for all of my gray tomorrow's pouring down from an endless spigot. For you trapped me here, my exit was near, and freedom would have rang true. All that are dear, ridden with fear, and the one to blame is you. Blame can run no where else, vindication sleeps in your bed, you played god and raised me from the dead. You made me live.
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While the sparrow flies, the angels cry For the beauty of you and i Our passion shouts, and envy pouts Like peasants who cant get dry Friends at first, turned to love that hurts For hearts are heavy now Because nature evaded, a love that never faded Until our trembling lips allowed Gods have been shaken, once you became taken, because this passion knows no bounds The heavens fear, when our hearts are near Because together our love cannot be drown Once a lie, became hate denied Now the fairy tales are true You are the one, and like the setting sun Our rise will always ensue *** there is no limit, to our absent gimmick This is real as pain With lovely bones, worthy of thrones We are as natural as the rain
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
Nature Evaded
The windows to her soul are more like packed out group homes Where young hope goes bitter as they wait for a frozen tv dinner Dj's spin trap **** till the sun pours in, Revealing all the tiring oil drenched skin But the music will play tomorrow and douse our washed up ******* sorrow This cycle will repeat and our fainting hearts cannot compete For all those manic tapping feet Will grow weak and happy faces will replete The vital symmetry has died and mother mary still will cry Till the balance beam is level and the dead become the rebels Oh when the dead become the rebels
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Manic Feet
Liquid thoughts flow blue and black The stars shutter at a sight unseen Infinite jest has run dry again My teeth crackle down in every memorable dream. I'm clenching and speechless Blood trickles out I'm lost with out reason I'm left with out doubt That I'll parish alone Or rot in a tomb Rising never again Like a shadowless moon My brothers are angry My sisters are poor My parents are absent Birth happens no more. My senses are dull The factory's hell I'm building a casket Covered in braille. It reads "here lies the hopeless The emptiest man The sounds have been drowned My skin was left pale."
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
Liquid Jest
I was conditioned by your conditioner Cleansed over again by your tears I wept over your likely casket And prayed for the cessation of my years I'm absent of anything pure Left with an empty morale Dead to the people around me Perpetually perpetuating a scowl I remember the promise of better But I am shown that this fact is a lie I know I'll sell myself short forever Until my world is left without time I thought that you'd be my salvation But you're signing my contract with hell Because nature is constantly snaping And you're stealing my secrets to sell Though I am worth nothing but all of my suffering And even that is as cheap as the breeze I know that the audience will be clapping When I am consumed by the trees
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
Classical Conditioning
No tables are left unturned Every lesson lazily confirmed But a shattered lock Is the same as a winding clock Both leave you needing air Because there is no freedom here From the battle I can't fear So I mount the saddle Upon her golden shadow It takes me to your door Where I plead my losing case And with wine my bloods replaced So I can hum the words Sung by the nesting birds They sing of you and I Then I shutter at the touch And I slip right through your clutch But you'll return to him And my broken limbs Will entangle once again But soon I'll be born a new And my scowl will perform for you You'll see the show Though you already know It ends with a hallow throne The queen has fled the day To be drown inside the bay Where she'll meet her maker The damnation of our Savior Promises skies of grey Just don't look up.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Hummingbird
I rise only to suffer I fall swiftly to my death I land on my shattered ankles And I can finally catch my breath Because I'm running out of time I'm roaming through the trenches I bathe in the ancient ruins And swing from the weakening branches I plant the seed of resurrection Wait the eternal bane I seek internal affirmation But swim in my tattered blame Unhindered wonder sheds it's skin And slithers out from my throat I spark my final flame But it's extinguished with my hope The moon shouts it's loud psalms Bringing light like Prometheus I can't make out the words But I'm crying out for new pieces The sky is ****** with mist The sun can only blind I can't see the plagued salvation All is clouded by mind
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
The Rise and the Fall