Death is to familiar,  I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.

Simple feelings repetitive at most,
of
lovely circumstance, something that we boast.
The pleasure is mine the pleasure is yours,
a
lucky group we are, our biggest hindrance is chores.
I'm not a fan friends, a lot of people make me sick.
I'm not really into family, but I don't knock it if it's thick.
Yet today of everyday people swear to me that they,
remembered this occasion, without Facebook displayed.

A bleeding tongue rubbed raw with repetition.
Butterflies drawn from your description
and
Moths mutter my name while munching calmly.
X marks the day I began my quest wide eyed and cheery
but
Y rings, bounces and boils over until I respond sadly.

I called out for you
I received nothing.

To hear your voice     To touch your skin     To die as an us
                                         I will Persevere

Relaxation of your muscles
Many Jumbled thoughts
Caught by your skulls
Concentration.

A leaf falls, calls to the tree
A sad scream of sorrow
A dream of tomorrow

I am but a wilting flower
A tree thats needs its rest
How glad a boy like me could be to revive instead of die, as foliage powered by the sky.

If life is just a destiny,
a fate that was pre-made for me,
then whats the sense in expending all my energy.
Water follows sense returns to the ocean basin,
a fate that cant be said of me,
if life is just an agony.

What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down?
    They hold you down when you try to excel.
         They treat you rudely in the face of kindness.
              They even remember the day you fell and almost became headless.              
              Friends keep your soul shackled when everything seems to be tugging.
         Friends remind you that living isn't such a hassle.
    Friends keep you happy and that's a lot.
What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down.

People crowd my bubble like braces invade personal teeth space.
Solely little objects with thin frames no lace.
Simply little objects with small hearts, some grace.
All in all were nothing special,
just men and women rotting for a root canal.

I ought to spare the time
I ought to spare the grief
I should just skip a rhyme
I should just burn the leaf
Monotony strengthens its grip
and i pucker up my lip.

Emptying containers filled with collectables and such.
Things I'd rather keep invisible
collectively ask to much.
The body is a home.
The heart an attic
and
the brain is just a basement, filled with good intent.

Warriors count bodies like insomniacs count sheep.
Hundreds must be severed to complete this long endeavor.
Sleep is used to cower cannot conquer witching hours
while souls can make you stronger
for seemingly so
cheap.

I AM NOT A VILLAIN.
Yet I am equally as evil.
The deed is deadly
and
acceptance is permission.
I AM....the door man?

Water ripples and metal clangs,
against my stones throw.
The rock can weather me? Oh what an ironic chunk of destiny.
But if I remain to dampen my roots,
two boots in size they'll grow.

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I­ fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.
I regret all that I recall, total Arnold overall.
I sense the presence of history presents.
I foresee the foreshadow its silly,
and I do want to save *****.
In the end I'm more important find my solace in a crevice.
I fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.

The burgundy and crimson
trickle down into a spiral.
Flashes of topology, geography
and more.
Amber visions old and new collected and
restored.
The truth is far and fetched
the cords are played to follow score.
The visage of a sun and moon
battle for attention.
Images of white and black
take refuge in the floor.
Store the rest in attic space, a car
or in the plaster.
The process is consistent and
the data all secure.

I've never been to fond of anything really,
especially coated in chocolate.
However ill gladly dance around and around after I've eaten the sugar a bit.

Collect knowledge.
Obtain the power.
Go to college get degrees,
2 or 3 to beat competitors.
Collect surroundings.
Obtain the name, me.
Go to hell, maybe heaven
1 or 2 the choices, poison.

With deep decaying grievous withdraw,
i stand a withering wall of dust and straw.
Passing moments, brutal wasting.
Apparent from the start but intangible to the  heart.
Ticking and tocking the baby asleep rocking, the bird in a tree
and the bee in a flower. To soon
I remember when smells lost their taste
and
when April showers brought May's waste. To June

Forget about yourself.
Forget about herself.
Forget about her.
You just aren't good enough.

Crystal eyed warrior, jaded heart *****,
the toad and all his brothers die,
they bequeath a rancid stench.
The wilderness is pretty
lots of animals and such,
things that are carnivorous
things with talons sharp to touch.
Poison all to prevalent,
find it deep within the filament
so it's really not surprising how
some really can't catch the sentiment.

Crystal skinned warrior, jaded soul *****,
they cleaned and buried fallen arms
who's souls shall warm the bench.
Existence is a cry from good,
it really is, this **** is wack.
Animals in human skin,
with rainbow brains
and souls of black.

Crystal Blade Warrior
and the
Jaded Crown Prince,
juxtapose scenarios
until your
lines
begin
to bleed.
As scabs and scuffs,
we seeds and tuff,
chase dreams of gold
and platinum touch.
Humans are a joyous bunch
a ***** diamond, in the rough.

In the distant looming meadow
vultures buzz, mosquitoes wallow.
Trees of leaves and bark and blood
touch horizon, grow from mud.
Pyres blaze with fire and fury
deep within the matted and murky
waters which hold more tar than a street
like memories of, special bell peppers, and beef....

Yesterday i wanted to fly a kite in the sunlight strong and bright.
Tonight i was unaware of the demons daring glare.
Tomorrow has yet to be so its meaning still alludes me,
but Forever is a long time to leave up to my destiny.

Terror tends
to
take its time

seeping slowly
into
sadness

Sleeping is a waste of time, something we arent given much of.
So i starve my sheets of skin a dastardly sin.
Sleeping is not for me, in fact, i neglect it quite frequently.
So i sit and tear myself apart, bit by boring bit.
Healthy.
Most Likely.
At Least I Think So.

women are terrible.
women are the worst.
women are the anti christ
and
women are a miracle

The choices are limited like the toys at mcdonalds.
However,
whats the limit on a company who's money is infinite?
Is time the only factor?
The only thing worth its matter?
Personally death is luxury, Eternity torture.
Our lives are mighty limited but I've got it good.
The worst for me apparently is gettin shot in the hood.

Apples appeal to people
with a preference
to not
peel

They run.
They walk.
They drive.
They drown.
They complete numerous complexities to gather numbers for statistics that record your wonderful records.
I frown.

When the sky begins to blacken,
my soul is quenched with blue.
Stricken from the place of birth,
accept the nearest view.
A million little critters drifting
slowly through the goo,
await the day that sun returns
with lightly faded hue.

When the stars forget their twinkle,
lords of chaos gape and grin.
Stricken from the world as twine,
to wrap and close the gin.
A bunch of pollen sightless,
so the eyes they cannot pin.
Await the final movements
with grenade that lacks,
the,
skin? ****.

When we were all just kids,
what wishes we wished and did.
When we were all just children,
what did we really want to happen?

When i was just a boy and even to this day,
when i wished for anything,
I'd always have to say,
I wanna be a robot at least, take my heart away.

Because beautiful basically banks on the sight of pseudo skin

Ten silly words
arranged in
an
even
sillier
fashion.     Right?

A Fish from the river, much dapper, much do,
came to the city, he's looking for you.
I saw him I did,
that Fish, with a Squid.
Dog, I'll Ditch that. Did you, wanna grab a brew?
Cool.

Sometimes I dont sleep and see the sun set twice.
Other days I tend to die.
Regardless pain is always present,
so somedays its nice to cry.

To inhale or to sit.
No internet no Soul
No one around to make me whole.
To smoke or to Die.
To Die...**** it.

You are the mother earth and i am your loving moon.  
I illuminate our fate as my light continues to pry.
Many branches sway to meet my gaze in crescent or full bloom.
Your eyes like oceans spill blue,
a reflection of the morning sky.