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  Apr 2015 Oleander Micheal Osiris
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
**** your beautiful lies
**** your perfect smile
**** your bleach blonde hair
**** all of your denial
**** your adorable awkwardness
**** your enticing body
**** your continuous niceness
****  your amazing personality

**** my love for you...
I still want him when I have someone else </3
©LogenMichel copyright 2015
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to safe life
Deadline to take food
Deadline to drink water
Deadline to  breathe air!
Now dead line entrapped!
Deadline to recharge vitality
Deadline to recharge vanity
Deadline to recharge - cover-up felony!
Now deadline entrapped!  
Deadline to makeover
Deadline to sprawl
Deadline to crawl
Deadline to growl
Deadline to  haul!
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to  behold toxicity
Deadline to amuse atrocity
Deadline to submit buoyancy
Deadline to ****** and welcome grief I
It is the deadline for post modern reformation!
:)
I pretended to be fine
But two nights without my meds made me see
I was not okay
Only e
            m
               p
             t
          y
I'm slowly fading
To the beat of your heart
You promised me...
'Til death do us part

I'm pretty **** sure
That is was apart of a plan
Or something else I would imagine
But right I don't know if I even can

I just moved on to distract myself
But even then I felt like
I was betraying the heart that you left again
Stranded to be ran over by a car or bike

You know that I already can't stand myself
And this doesn't make it any better
That you listened to her
And now I'm under the weather.

I need you
And I want you
But I guess you don't care
Do you?
YOUR
The
Knife
Never
Ignorant
Fu*ker
Evil
  that struck through
   My heart
       It keeps bleeding but
   I cant tell that
  Mar 2015 Oleander Micheal Osiris
ryn
Hues of violet
As the azure meets the reddened sun
Sparse deflated clouds
Floated quiet as into each other, the colours run

Lavender streaks
Trail far into the horizon
Tracking the sunset
As the hour struck seven

Purple gladioluses
Bowed to the evening sea breeze
As if mourning the departure
Of the day's warmth with silent pleas

The orb finally sank
Beyond my sight could reach
Disappeared from here
But rising over someone else's beach

Last dregs of light
Slowly swallowed, giving birth to indigo
This night would last long
Before the first rays of tomorrow...
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