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Adam Jones Oct 2014
My precious porcelain flower
Full chrysanthemum lips
Soft aster pillows, and cold smooth skin
Sapphire stones warm my bones
And sooth my aching core
My precious porcelain flower
Oh how I do adore
I love pretty girls
Adam Jones Oct 2014
Ashen leafs cling absently to sleepy trees
Hiding behind hues of asphodel and pink
Clouds danced across the morning sky
The enormous pillows slowly changing shape
Across the day they are loosely draped
With meaning in every morning
And all the varying shades of light
I marvel, what a sight
So sparkle! A state of fabulosity
My drunken heart beating crapulously
Oh all the colors of this world
Such a treasure to behold
More precious to me than diamond and cold
More sacred than any stone
My heart hopes this will not grow old
The magnificent light, oh behold!
Beautiful sunrise this morning. Watched it out the window on my way to school.
Adam Jones Oct 2014
Your eyes start swirling
The world turns grey
You're no longer curious
The enormity fades
With an open book, turn the page
With a closed mind, deny your rage
Spend a lifetime waiting to die
At the edge of the cliff, it's darkness you'll find
No glory, no sacred light
Only darkness when life leaves your eyes
my standpoint on narrow minded religious *******. i dont like ******* religion because then people stop thinking and stop questioning. It teaches us to be satisfied with our ignorance.
Adam Jones Oct 2014
Our golden world has a twisted spine
It's face is darkened with a shadowed mind
The fault in the stars of human kind
Manipulating each other time after time
Upon our children's corpses with greed we shall dine
When indifference wins, the corporations deny
Like an angered child shreaking "NEIN!"
Here stands the hooded mask of a darkened face
The familiar truth of our beautiful race
Passing slowly, painfully with time
Will go the golden world with the twisted spine
anarchy
Adam Jones Oct 2014
We are lavender mosaics
Made of broken glass
Our pain withered faces
Shine through pierced cracks
We’ve lived through cold days
Seen the light as it fades away
Looking upon a countenance
For a reason to stay
Time is shaping mosaics
Out of pieces of broken clay
All my friends have been emotionally damaged, but are the most beautiful people. Mosaics are made out of broken pieces, but they're still works of art.
Adam Jones Oct 2014
******* write a love poem
That's all your minds can do
Shed a tear and wonder why
Your poetry will never make me cry
What's the point of poetry
To only follow primitive tenancies
So write a ******* love poem
If that's the deepest you can be
Tell a tale and whine and wail
How your emotions are suffocating
***** and moan and disgustingly drone
About how your drowning in the deepest sea
Or please shut your hole and just go home
Don't want to hear your love poetry
All i ever see on this website is ****** love poetry. Where did the creativity go?
Adam Jones Oct 2014
Never again a sight of previous gold
Let go of the moments we so dearly hold
Remember the words whispered upon a many lips
Remember swimming within lovers deep kiss
Remember towers stacking into the sky
Rain showers, wishing we could fly
Remember the songs of the angels pain
Voices smooth like a milky dream
Be no more are the broken streets
Where lost souls wonder on ****** feet
Never again will the mother cry
Or the child be pushed to suicide
Remember the sound of whispered sighs
Exasperated over again, time after time
Exhaust waits in every sidewalk line
In every aching minute of human life
From the corpses bloodied body on which we dine
To cave paintings of a different time
And so no more will we hold
Precious moments framed in gold
And no one will be here to remember
The light leaving the very last dying ember
If the human race were to go extinct...
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