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Death-throws Mar 2015
I like to look up
not down
when i look down i see the curves of my toes
those bent beams called bones
and the scars on my hips nestled against the soft mink of your sleeping bag but looking up..
twinkling softly above me
fairy lights in a Christmas store,
sprinkles on my donuts
white beacons to space pirates
the stars shine
bleating there twinkling beams like butterfly's kisses on my cheek
their glow is not lost against my skin
warmer then the sun i find them,
especially with you pulled so tightly against me
the warmth of your chest against my *******
your thigh pressed between mine
my scars fade in the dull light,
my toes dont feel so crooked
and when i lie under the back-lit-black-backed canopy of our stars
i can carve your name between the constilations
and even though the light has shone for thousands of miles
and my heart lies in the sky
when i crawl into your sleeping bag.
you bring the universe to my thoughts
and fish my heart back from the moon
*LG
i wrote this for a special friend :3 have a wonderful evening beautiful x
Death-throws Mar 2015
goodbye mission control; thank you for trying
it means *so
much
that  you tried to be there
and yell commands through the head set,
when tears clouded my vision
and my head was swimming with tension
you pressed the buttons for me
so thank you mission control,
but its time to look out the window

and see me as a shooting star

salute me as i fall
Death-throws Mar 2015
something about those little pills
the yeild
the thrill
they fill
they ****
a million brain cells
Death-throws Mar 2015
tequila Sundays
***** Mondays
broke pub Tuesdays
and bottom barrel Wednesdays
pay day Bacardi Thursdays,
broke back corona Fridays
angry fix Saturdays
you think I'm dependent on you?
to that i grin
and open another bottle
*LG
Death-throws Mar 2015
come mister space man
Dance for me,
I'm so much higher then you-ll ever be
my fingers reach
the ******* stars
i am a man of vision,  and my visions are of you being torn apart
my grins made of quicksilver
my tongue forged from wit
demoiselle come dance with me
my skin is covered in ecstasy
my eyes are vacant as the black holes i skit around
I'm more then sky high  watch me rebound
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I bet you cant, not without a rant 700 pages thick,
to long at the **** I've sat chooking bringing clouds of happiness
perfect bliss and complete crash
theirs no clean come down when I'm around ,ill warp your vision
ill distort your mind step closer demoiselle i dare you
it will be your endearment I've warned you
I'm insane, I'm addicted to flesh and ill claw at you to get my fix
your playing in the broken jaws of a lion
who still knows how to raw
so walk carefully now child, dance between my teeth
and watch me lick my lips

*LG
im drug maddning-maddning drugs
Death-throws Mar 2015
come on sweet heart
chin up, don't tear yourself apart,
stand tall,
even though your 5'6'
disregard that , wear your six inch heals and strut with  brutish animosity
your a lion whose collar brandishes six inch spikes facing inwards now take of your leather back straps and show them what you've been working on
let the sun glint of your scars and make dam sure they know  how you earnt them

*LG
Death-throws Mar 2015
The end of the world, will always look different
through somebody elses eyes
*LG
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