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david mitchell Apr 2017
With every piece of toast,
comes the death of bread.
I hope you know greek mythology enough to get this joke.
hint: thanatos
david mitchell Apr 2017
i'm getting tired of it,
waking up once a day,
feeling dead and forever unpleasant.
i love too much,
i'm not much pride to swallow.
let your roots grow into me,
feel yourself waste away.
we wept, sea between beds,
always but a dream never to be seized,
nothing is forever.
this topic was hell.
i genuinely dislike most of my poetry.
have a nice day.
david mitchell Apr 2017
Trust me, give me your seed,
I'll let your roots grow into me,
We can face our leaves towards the sea.
We could grow intertwined,
Into a lock without a key.
We could grow a color filled canopy,
That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty.
Let's let our sad hearts atrophy,
And together, become a tree,
Just you and me.
why was the topic tree? you made me write a happy prospecting poem, that was hard.
david mitchell Apr 2017
hope i die.
wish i might,
pass to soul,
and move to light.
toss my heart,
please don't cry.
don't give up on me,
before tonight.
bad
david mitchell Apr 2017
It helps me be.
It helps my think,
It helps me breathe.
It keeps me from my shrink.
And I'm so self destructive that,
I don't think I can handle what won't **** me.
david mitchell Apr 2017
I see a dull rainbow,
in the bright black sky.
I see your dying face,
with my crying mind's eye.
i'm a ball of madness
i'm a sad mess
i'm tactless
i'm hapless
i'm plastic
david mitchell Apr 2017
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with dark brown eyes,
you searched,
for someone,
for god,
for light.
with deep brown eyes,
you saw me.
in me you found,
cold hallways,
broken tiles,
but never light.

with tired green eyes,
i searched,
for someone,
for warmth,
for you.
with vacant green eyes,
i found nothing.
all i ever wanted,
was nothing.
in you i found,
something.

with boring, sad eyes,
we pondered.
on death,
on love,
on us.

with wide, bright eyes-

we awoke from our own dreams,
in messy sheets far from heaven.
we wept, sea between beds,
feeling dead and forever unpleasant,
from too many words and antidepressants.
i prefer death over inconvenience sometimes. it's unhealthy.
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