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5.1k · Aug 2016
Suicide at tea time
Come with me darling
Let's leave this place behind
Let's pack up everything and go
It's just a little cliché I know.
So let's leave without our sanity.  
And swallow cyanide at afternoon tea.
1.2k · Aug 2016
My human diary.
take the words right out of me.
Suffer through my thoughts so easily.
Engrave my words into your skin for an eternity.
Listen to my somber stories bordering on insanity.
Understand me when I've lost faith in humanity.
Forever close to me.
My human diary.
1.1k · Aug 2016
Days Dirty
I spend my days *****
Ink running from my fingertips.
Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you.

Can you withstand my words
Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster
tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes.
Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.
779 · Sep 2016
Dying trees
I will whisper words in the wind
And pray that they are carried to you on the backs of autumn leaves.
I will whisper words in the wind
And pray that you'd be reminded of me whenever you see these dying trees.
747 · Aug 2016
Saviour with a scythe
I'm running out of lullaby's darling
I can't silence these screams anymore.
I can't stop these terrors.
These everlasting horrors.
Screeching, scratching, clawing at your door
Desperate to drag you into hell forever more

Your blankets aren't barbed darling.
Don't use them for safety
Peek over those caring covers...
Accept your dance with death
For tonight you both become lovers

Tip toe through the reaper's mist darling
Walk through the splintered trail of those before you
Leave your story on blood stained wooden floors
The black veiled saviour with a scythe
Who saved you from your horrid life.
344 · Oct 2016
You are poetry
Two things can become one to create a whole so vastly beautiful it's almost beyond comprehension.
To me
That's you and poetry.
Simply so extravagant and lovely that all things pale in comparison.
You are poetry
Skin like gossamer
Eyes like sapphires
Lips like autumn roses refusing to wilt and bend to winters will.
Each part of you is a word compiled to create the perfect poem.  
With you my writers heart is home.
Love poem writer
328 · Aug 2016
Chains
What combination of words equals beauty.
What poem or sonnet could change the world we see.
If imagination is endless and we are truly free.
Why can't I break the chains that bind me.

Deep into that darkness peering
Long I'll stand wondering but never fearing.
My mouth will not be a prison for words that my mind has condemned
My hand will not be stayed or swayed to withhold the writing that refuses to be said

My statements will be bold and my questions will go unanswered.
Unanswered yet people will know they have been asked as if political correctness was murdered.
I will be charged and found guilty
But I will break the chains that bind me
328 · Aug 2016
Spring
You are the living embodiment of spring, bringing to life what winter took away.

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