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Disaster Child Dec 2013
You say “gross” but I see yum
Even when you feel undone
You will never be tasteless to me
My dear, you add so much flavor you see,
Sugar and spice, those things can be nice
But you are more, nothing else will suffice
After tasting your infectious personality
Nothing else tastes of such quality
You glowing, vibrant, radiant heart
What better place to start?
Adds flavor, and color to my life too
I hope you know, I hope you see it true
Your lovely eyes that sparkle and gleam
So pretty, nothing ever as nice will be seen
Your little nose, cuter than any button
[ignore this line, nothing rhymes with button]
Your gently mouth; your lush lips
That joyful smile, when the corner tips
Just slightly up, stretching, reaching
All this to say, my dear sweet Darling,
Even when you feel it to be
You say “gross” but I see yum
Even when you feel undone
this is really bad, but all i've got.
Disaster Child Feb 2014
The wind's a haunting whisper
On this foul cold day
Oh! the visions of her
****** by the way
A little aside pertaining to reminiscing A Chill Mourn
Disaster Child Jun 2014
Can I just die?
I'm sick of this ******* ******* heart
And this ******* head
I need to get out
Be better off dead
Disaster Child Nov 2013
Suppose you were to give someone everything
Possibly you had to give, mentally, physically and
Emotionally, and after you feel as though
Nothing of your own is left to you, it’s not a bad sense but
Tis frightening…and you need to know you lay in a safe environment…
Disaster Child Jun 2014
I'm not one to let myself be victimized
But it cannot be any other way once realized
I am also my captor
Disaster Child Jun 2014
Have you ever reached out
Only to scratch the surface?
The underside of the wave
The riptide of the ocean
Tumbling deeper and faster
The water pulling you down
Tossed about; where is up or down?
Scratch the surface with your hands
never to taste the air again
Disaster Child May 2014
I used to have a button
Held in place by thread
But now the button's missing
I hope that he's not dead!

A thread is prone to wear,
A moment we dread and wait
But why would the thread let go,
Of such a ***** mate?

I hope to find my button;
For he was my friend too
And tie him down with a thread
Forever strong and true
Just having fun cause I lost a button.
Disaster Child Jan 2014
I see a lot more than you think I do
I told you I notice everything
Every breath you take every glance you make
I promise my love, I wasn’t lying
I knew they were gone, and you looked so fine
Lovely and bare; precious and all you
Then you put everything back how it was; hiding yourself; covered up
I see a lot more than you think I do
Disaster Child Nov 2013
I want to write but cannot find the words to craft a line
The tales of hurt, or beauty, love, of how one day you’ll be mine
The rhymes have all been done before, originality’s dead
Another overinflated art, a hideous beast we’ve fed

Perhaps if I
Changed the rhyme
Each time the stanza changed
Then maybe I
Could buy some time
With this plan so feigned

Why do I continue? God only knows
I have no story to tell
No tales of encounters with angels
Nor trips through fiery hell

I have a love, who greatly inspires me
But the way my heart sings forth
Is not in verse; it is quite plainly

I can write a poem that get’s on everybody’s nerves
Nothing new here; just reused words
I can write a poem that we’ve already heard
And that’s all I can do
Disaster Child Feb 2014
Are the monsters without
Or the monsters within?
MY head is polluted with sin
Indeed not only is my own
But it is the sole for which I claim
Responsibility; am I even sane?
So if everyone outside is to me,
Why therefore am I not too?
A monster to everyone’s view
Are the zombies them or am I
Festering feuding tearing at the walls of my head
Wanting food, craving blood, needing to be fed
Just for fun. Moderately reflective. Nothing serious.

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