vincent-de-roeck - Hello Poetry

And all the plastic girls with their placebo lives Your lipstick dripped cheaply on the ground I like this place, it keeps my away from your make-up stories Home is nice, everything stays the same Your mouth should be locked down I kissed you falling on the ground

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Jul 14, 2011

Jul 14, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC

Plastic Girls

And all the plastic girls with their placebo lives Your lipstick dripped cheaply on the ground I like this place, it keeps my away from your make-up stories Home is nice, everything stays the same Your mouth should be locked down I kissed you falling on the ground

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In the sweet ashes of the morning sun your crescent body on my eyes tomorrow is here, today never dies my lady sat upon her chair fixing with her deep brown eyes she imprisons me in a cobra way all my shells become undone you and I are one

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Jul 14, 2011

Jul 14, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC

Lady in chair

In the sweet ashes of the morning sun your crescent body on my eyes tomorrow is here, today never dies my lady sat upon her chair fixing with her deep brown eyes she imprisons me in a cobra way all my shells become undone you and I are one

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Something special, is what I felt that day the air I ****** into my lungs was heavy and loud the cigarettes we smoked were thinner than air Suddenly we realized that the world had gone grey than purple in yellow clouds became threatening and beautiful at the same time "Time is the same when we walk this way! " she shouted and echoes sprung off the wall, capturing my memory all alone I was in this bubble, feeding me & myself gently whispering in lies Dark red waves came swirling on her as if she was dancing with god himself and I as my witness Because I couldn’t think of what was now, and of whom came those strange vibrations shivering across my spine cold like ice, pennies were dancing on the ground flawless soaked in happiness

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC

The Night The World Died

Something special, is what I felt that day the air I ****** into my lungs was heavy and loud the cigarettes we smoked were thinner than air Suddenly we realized that the world had gone grey than purple in yellow clouds became threatening and beautiful at the same time "Time is the same when we walk this way! " she shouted and echoes sprung off the wall, capturing my memory all alone I was in this bubble, feeding me & myself gently whispering in lies Dark red waves came swirling on her as if she was dancing with god himself and I as my witness Because I couldn’t think of what was now, and of whom came those strange vibrations shivering across my spine cold like ice, pennies were dancing on the ground flawless soaked in happiness

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In the past where the flowers grow somebody like you and me would know In the time of now with today as a frown someone somehow will bring you down In the future far & further the decay struggling & sobbing walking on astray

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC

Pre-Current-Postivity

In the past where the flowers grow somebody like you and me would know In the time of now with today as a frown someone somehow will bring you down In the future far & further the decay struggling & sobbing walking on astray

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You lived alone in your quiet house upon the hill My words were creeping up like razors scraping through your pale little skin Our lips now daily recieve kisses from eachother They don't know us

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC

You + Me = Fun

You lived alone in your quiet house upon the hill My words were creeping up like razors scraping through your pale little skin Our lips now daily recieve kisses from eachother They don't know us

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The ******* One // The Jesus Son // The Holy Martyr The Eyeless One // 'till Kingdom come // Why should We bother The Death It brings // Like Music it sings // We're revealing Our Father The Outcast's past // In deafening Silence // Chasing back Our Steps In the Trail of Fear // We'll reappear // Happy after All

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC

Religiflection

The ******* One // The Jesus Son // The Holy Martyr The Eyeless One // 'till Kingdom come // Why should We bother The Death It brings // Like Music it sings // We're revealing Our Father The Outcast's past // In deafening Silence // Chasing back Our Steps In the Trail of Fear // We'll reappear // Happy after All

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Seek help Don't know why Dyin' on your kitchenfloor Sayin' goodbye

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC

Kitchengoodbyes

Seek help Don't know why Dyin' on your kitchenfloor Sayin' goodbye

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I can't tell if I'm strange or make my words rearrange|When I'm living in the night We shall become joyfully in this blasphemy full of hippocracy| this time is not your future just the beginning

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC

Contrapost

I can't tell if I'm strange or make my words rearrange|When I'm living in the night We shall become joyfully in this blasphemy full of hippocracy| this time is not your future just the beginning

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" Do you like it here ? " he murmured > " This is not what I call refined architecture. " she spat with venom " Oh, I guess you're right. " he replied > The Cat goes dancing in the fire The Old Man sits in the shower

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:19 AM UTC

The Old Man & The Cat

" Do you like it here ? " he murmured > " This is not what I call refined architecture. " she spat with venom " Oh, I guess you're right. " he replied > The Cat goes dancing in the fire The Old Man sits in the shower

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The wind is blowing my mind away Yet stories of strangers never go astray The ashes, the pavement, the parked cars Shakin' and upset grievin' in our final hours

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC

The Wind in our Final Hours

The wind is blowing my mind away Yet stories of strangers never go astray The ashes, the pavement, the parked cars Shakin' and upset grievin' in our final hours

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