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genetic poetic Sep 2014
I hear the birds around me shriek,
     To reciprocate they seek,
  Escaping what made them weak,
   Spoken words leave discreet,
   They make me feel complete.
    At peace, in a daze it seems,
  A crazy night of broken dreams,
       A paradise he deemed,
   Thats what he said before he                                
         drowned in morphine.
genetic poetic Sep 2014
Moon-lit night

The day is gone, the moon shines bright,
Raining down upon this moon-lit night,
Though the future dawns a present fright,
A mutual calm, a merciful fight.
Not feeling right, mentally ill,
Take another pill, I know you will,
To feed your spite, to fuel the thrill,
To reach the height, to hone the skill.
Hard standing still, Im not the same,
The strength of will, but who's to blame,
There's time to ****, I feel insane,
I feel a chill, Im in pain.

A summer rain, a lonesome place,
A stunner gain, a wholesome space,
A youth profane, to see your face,
Out my window pane, I get a taste.
Such a waste is this moon lit night,
Lost in space, lost tonight
genetic poetic Sep 2014
Love is all he knows,
Like doves, he reeps what he cannot sow,
Completely seeping where you cannot go,
Secretly creeping on his toes,
And there it goes,

Waking up a stranger to the morning sun,.
After shaking from danger,

He cannot live without her his heart speaks out in anger,
She's the last out, to give what they were, from back in the start, for' she sneaked around,
Turned his whole world upside down,
He grabs the gun and preys his last prayers, she stabbed his heart, and it teared and teared,
Life's not fair life's not fair, the underkeeper gloomed,
The gun killed today, and a love much steeper bloomed.
genetic poetic Sep 2014
Listen close, hear the queens cries?
I wonder why I despise her blue eyes?
Rise and shine my wonderful bride,
Today's the big day,
Today you will die inside, so try to hide,
It cuts like a knife through everyday of your life,
I wonder why the king has no wife,
Cross the moat, buried remorse
My heart won't float, couldn't get any worse.

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