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 Nov 2014 Artaxerxes
Lone Wolf
Another year older,
Should feel special,
Should feel sweet
But instead, it feels like any other day
I wore slightly more comfy clothes
And that's all that marks it
Besides a few close friends
Saying happy birthday to me
The big 18th year of life
Should feel special
Should feel sweet
But instead, it's lost in the monotony
The melancholy of my life
Repetitious routine
The every day pattern of my days
As they drag on, ever so slowly
Losing me in the monotonous melancholy
Should be special
Should be sweet
But instead, it's just me
Happy birthday to me. Yay. (Sarcasm)
I really just want today to end. But I don't want tomorrow to start. **** I'm so tired of the routine of my life...
 Nov 2014 Artaxerxes
Lone Wolf
I've made it 4 hours without my iPod
And I'm proud of myself
I haven't spilled blood yet
But you're pushing it darling
Without Metallica to calm me down
Your words take on a new sound
I have no Marylyn Manson right now
So you might want to ******* or bow
I might just break something
On you maybe, or myself
I'm not a violent person see?
So my angers turned inward on me
And the blade becomes my friend again
This dreadful off and on relationship
Drawing me in and spitting me out
And I honestly hate everything about
Everything that the blade touches
Evry thing it represents
But I just can't help it
It's already under my skin
Already a part of me
As I make a new line,
I tell myself just this last time
But we both know,
This blade and me,
We both know
I can't help myself
The school took my iPod this morning... I get it back before I leave but holy **** they're lucky that I'm not the type to get in fights bc I would've ****** someone up. Instead... My anger turned inward on myself
 Nov 2014 Artaxerxes
terra nova
sometimes in the dead of night i
wonder if you ever fight
the demons that i sometimes do-
if they have ever come for you

and sometimes i think, "no, you can't"
because you never scream or rant
because you're smiling all the time
and fit life like the perfect rhyme-

but then i leave my thinking place
and scrutinise my own pale face
and smile into the looking glass
-a cheerful mask, a happy farce-

i do not know you very well
because i don't think i can tell
when your smile's real,
and when it's not
(and when it's really all you've got)
 Nov 2014 Artaxerxes
terra nova
i love it when the
night comes and ugly things
are beautiful- the horrid concrete building
is a stack of squared golden lights and there's
red and blue and green and yellow
in the grey-day worn-out town
like a surprise-

the moon is flat and pale and glowing,
thumb-sized, and there's
swinging lights like waves when cars
go by and shadows flitting
shades across the pavement
and the air's clear and cold and a
dog barks, into the inky blue lit-clouds sky
where other lights shine,
blinking spinning satellites and stars that
no longer exist
because they're so far away,
so far removed from
us.
 Nov 2014 Artaxerxes
terra nova
Forever in the shadow
of their hearts; they keep
the things that hold them
back from sleep.
The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.
Alas, I am two poets,
Trapped inside one mind.
Living separate lives, entwined;
Mirrored souls of each other.

Created out of insecurity,
Places the darkened times lay.
Released but I was never free,
Never meant to see existence.

In confusion, I hurt maidens fair,
Broke their hearts and took their souls.
But I knew who I really could be,
I was a shattered facade of crystal.

Suicide soon beckoned me, so near,
My mind collided and I escaped.
Once again I feel into darkness,
Lost in the depths of imagination.

My story is still to be told, released,
For a phantom still dwells inside.
When least he thought me long gone,
Will be the time for me to return, once more.
Unintentionally
Sweet to the taste
Her fingertips crumble
And she melts away
After just one storm
Dissovled in the rain

Inevitably
Hard to swallow
The flavor on your tongue
Masks the pain
Of chewing on broken glass
Until there is nothing left of her
But a few
Sugar crusted shards
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