"baby,let's have ***"* To reply,what comes next? I want to talk deep about me and you and trust, About marriage children,hopes and dreams and us. To taste your skin would be bliss, But to be entirely open?I want this. Just me and you with no boundaries, And because of this I'm glad you found me.
Adam was black Eve was black too Its hard too swallow But I need to tell you It wasn't until the fallen fell That I met a skin colour like you Its not like you can believe But a realization you come to. A third fell and white vision forewarn And a brotherhood created was torn From that to son of Noah Ham was born And from that moment pigment each way was scorn.
We are one,I'm sorry we cannot coexist for we are one in all of creation.
The burn on my lungs from the smoke The numbness on the back of my tongue and gums from the coke Baby,its no joke I'm going to drink myself to death,I'm broke
A single phalange bringing her to greater moments in a lesser time than she as a solo could achieve. Ego swells,"I'm doing it",as I work out the the correct rhythms to the perfect woman. I define this as intimate success.
Why does having a child make one fear for all life on earth? Are our offspring plugs to the "great what is" A shift in perspective Allowing us to care for all life. The dark side of this glorious awakening is... ...we had to have something too precious to lose to see it.
I am but a creep in shadows living Plagued by sorrows caused yet still forgiven I'd like to stop yet I keep breathing A life desired that's worth living
My insides hurt from troubles past I'd like to think that the time elapsed To move forward and its the last Yet knowing self pain will be back
I could run and hide Across rivers far and wide But no matter how I tried There'll still be feelings left inside
You Are etched on the tablet of my heart The muse of each line of art And there is no thing more painful than to be apart I have loved you from the start
I traded cuts in flesh for the needle & ink It still hurts it still marks my skin I now have marks that make me think Rather than memories of self destructive sin
No longer do I get looks of disgust But remarks on the pretty images No more acts of distrust No more strangers and stitches
I do miss the danger the claret and pain I feel like a stranger Without a blade in a vien
We are little more than a collection of previous experience Thus choices made day to day should be relatively imperious Lest we be left beaten by waves of fears leaving us delirious Not to say that some aspects aren't magical and mysterious
Stitch by stitch I built a sacdsack replica of you So that little creepy has someone to hold on to And baby I can't stand to lose you its true Because each day together I feel brand new
While in the deepest depression id ever had (about six years ago) I was living on a friends sofa and being heavily self destructive. I would drink from wake to sleep,it lasted for two years. During this time I made many friends and I also built a sadsack and named him little creepy,since then he's gone everywhere with me,my constant and silent companion. My partner asked me to make her a little Daisy and of course I said yes. Now for the first time little creepy will have a girlfriend and I can't wait for them to meet. (As childish as that sounds,but I don't mind,I am a big kid.)
A few licks in the skin, I love the feeling. Mindframe that I'm in, So it's my way of dealing. Old ones have made it, To latter stage healing. Can't hold myself back, It's just too appealing.
He slams his **** In a proverbial door What did he do it for? He's not so sure He sits and thinks And drinks And sinks The pain Reaching so deep inside Because he lied He promised himself He wouldn't slam that door On his **** What did he do that for? He's not so sure Clutching at that Blood soaked swell Even ice doesn't help His hell All others see and can tell He shut his own **** in the door
Washing machine whirrrrr And its obscene that I'm obscured I did what I did As I do what I do I hid what I hid Now what am I gunna do? It taste like it felt,so good When they find out,trout pout,I wish they would Say something more than nothing Amount to something Maybe a few more words Like birds Flying Lying dying Any more than eating alone At home They come And take it away My way My day Without asking if I'm grey
I'm struggling really hard, With all the thoughts in my head. From the untruths about me, To wishing I was dead. Id like to think its fine, With no affect by what's been said. But I know no good will come, From the lies that you've been fed.
So I stayed awake, And think thoughts of you. Who would be dishonest?, And come between us two. I'm fading faster than the sun at dusk, Will I rise again brand new. The ins and outs of what is, I hope we can pull through.
Thoughts got me stone cold Am I old? Am I bold? My soul,have I sold?
Is it supposed to be this hard? Have I average yard? Was I deserving to get pard? Why is my emotional state easily scared?
So what's the ******* issues? Aside from poetry I misuse? Because I can't use a box of tissues? I'd rather drink and hear the king blues
I'd rather be a well dressed ***** Not quite right and kinda thick Work hard and get the stick For not ******* blood like a tick
But do I want a tie for a noose? A wife that's scumbag loose With a face just like a moose And the temper of a ****** off goose
Well maybe I'm better of here Sit and drink more beer At least my own life I can steer And early mornings absent of fear
That's obviously apart from nightmares I have real issues with those scares I'm not talking being mauled by wild bears I mean being nailed into funeral wares
Lowered into the ground No exit can be found Why cant I make a sound? Oh that's right,previously I drowned
Fukit I'm just worm food A self taught learned dude More than enough years I've brewed Its pretty clear from here I'm *******
Finding words to convey Hear me if you may I'd love you to stay Given its A sad cliche But if I had my way I'd display & say "You are perfect every day" Lest you stray & stay away Forsake us for foul play All we had left in decay As falling petals from dead bouquet
Hello brain,I see you're having trouble,how can I help? I see,you'd like me to drink enough white cider to dull off that intolerable pain in the chest. Will that help you work through all these thoughts? Oh,it will still you also. Well in that case I'd be happy to feel numb for a while. No,no,don't thank me,its my pleasure.
Things seen,cannot be unseen Things said,cannot be unsaid Stitch by stitch it comes undone Just like the stuffed toy flung into a box to be forgotten I'll undo my own stitches from now on
They say,time heals all wounds But aging also makes you weak and frail Falling apart,lost and alone Enjoy each moment before Chronos makes a fool of you As he does us all
Paint a picture so dark that it resembles the night sky without stars.so deep if you fell it would be forever.it ***** the oxygen from your lungs and breaks your bones with pressure.scared with nowhere to hide it feeds on you,you make no sound but only because there is no point.you cannot fight with a picture but it can fight with you,terrify you,break you.anyone else can see its just a picture but they aren't consumed by it,they haven't tasted its venom or felt its bite.the wanting to cut out your own heart or bash your own skull in with a hammer just to make it stop but yeah,they're right its just a picture. Picturing depression is so much simpler than living with it.
"I can't do it" "what do I do?" "I can't do it!" "what do I do?!" Six days of these words being murmered from my mouth Asking nobody really but myself. I know there is no answer to my question, Its a neurotic state of desperation I feel And I have no guide to show me the way out of the darkness that is consuming me. It will get worse no matter what happens Such is the abyss that I'm relapsing into, the joy of the stinging. I will not stop until I've cut out the sickness But I often feel as though I'm trying to bail water from a sinking ship. A good captain always goes down with his ship I'm just not ready to accept that I'll drown. I want to be indifferent to the issue but I can't, so I'll just keep bailing until I submerge beyond reprise. *there is no reprieve here
I don't really know what to do anymore I'm not sure I was right when I walked out her door I just couldn't take that look she wore So I walked,head slumped,stared at the floor
Got on my bus and rubbed print off my ticket If there was a moment to feel it I would not have picked it Heart broke in the midst of this **** All talking did was make her want to quit
There's only so long I could give my all And I'll tell you now it took all of my Gaul Spending so much time staring at a wall So now I'll wait instead for her to call
I gave her everything she asked of me Would she do the same? Let's wait and see I want this to work,perfect as can be But I think she may quit,delete,and then flee
Having a competent conversation with nobody is a lot less fun than slurring to the cat. If you wonder why I'm saying this,its because its basically what point I'm at.
Tormented,I could no longer bide Rips in the flesh,I peer inside With lesions of despair so wide That from it I cannot not hide
Deep wretched feeling burrows my soul Tears into the depths,I've set my goal Clawing out guts as I make each hole Sweet pain of torture shall take its toll
Today is the day inside I wish to die Though we don't always see eye to eye You must be sure I have my reasons why So good day to you feelings and goodbye