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  Jan 2017 Dead Account
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my heart is a rebel to this world
like liquid overflowing
pouring over and clothing the exterior
my love leads the way
and this world follows.


- t.m
wrote this when planning "a weathered heart" with mcdonald tsiie
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
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Together, let's paint our future in blood,
And intertwine our veins.

Why are you turning back?
I have you now; I'm not letting you go away.

Feel my knife etching my initials in your skin
And gaze at the marks from my bites.

A perfect doll for my collection,
You are forever mine.

I'm not one to associate with jealousy,
I just decapitate anyone who glimpses your way.

Now, now; no need to worry,
There's nothing physically wrong with my brain.

It's just that your tormented shrills just turn me on,
That I'm addicted to indulging in your soul.

The way your eyes represent an abyss of fear,
Your skin loses warmth and turns frigid cold;

And the flow of crimson rivers cascading down your flesh
When the pain is more than you can endure,

Makes me want to keep you in my chamber,
With your limbs chained to the floor.
I just wanted to point out, no, I am not in a relationship and don't intend on being in one anytime soon. This is a made-up scenario (Though the world is strange so it could be real).
The sky is blue and so are you
The roses are all dead
She's probably off with some other toss
Giving lots of head
But don't you frown don't let me get you down
I know it's not too late
To gag her trap and stuff her gap
And put her on your plate
That girls a *** so roast her slow
Tenderize her well
Its not you to blame for her shame
She's going straight to hell
But wait a minute you're face first in it
And what is this you see?
In the womb of her ungrateful tomb
She's carried your baby
You take that child and hold him for a while
It's the blessing of a life
But you've used your fork you've used your knife you've murdered your loyal wife.
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Put my throat at the end of a knife,
Torture all your critics until they die,
Face the punishment in the afterlife,
All for you, accept my sacrifice.

Paint the walls crimson with my blood,
Decorate my skin with scars and cuts,
**** somebody with an accidental shove,
For you are the one I love.

Stick needles in my brain,
Even if it drives me insane,
Demolish the people in your way,
This untouched skin I want you to trace.

Somehow, I don't care if you don't do the same for me,
Just kiss me for a while until you leave;
You can't escape me anyway, honey,
Because I'll be stuck haunting in your dreams.
Inspired by the song "Love Ballad" by Tove Lo... Chop off my hands, chop off my feet. I'd do it for you; ain't love sweet? XD
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Bam!* Punches jumping on your gut,
An earthquake crack in your heart
Parents' protection is beginning to rust,
Exposing you to reality.

Internal conflict,
Emotions battling like a storm,
And there is no such thing as being
Friendly or warm.

Why can't this tyrant
Just leave you alone?
Nowhere to be safe,
Not even home.

They insist they understand,
Know what you're going through.
But in truth, they aren't aware
That he's out to get you.

Nobody can be
As sadistic as him;
Stretched and pulled your self-esteem
Until it's worn and thin.

Fragile like a china doll,
But this demon doesn't care if you break,
For all he wants to do
Is proclaim to you, "You're a mistake."

Every word that comes out
Are swords to your brain,
And you know inside that they are true
Even if they seem insane.
This was an assignment for my school, but it didn't sound too bad, so I decided, why not? By the way, no, I have not been bullied before, so sorry if the situation isn't accurate.
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