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Oct 2014 · 347
breaking out
pascal Oct 2014
I'm tired of hiding
I'm sick of shying away
From things I want to say

Stuck the blade in my teeth
Made the gap that they see
Cut the thread from my mouth
Let these words out of me
Aug 2014 · 1.2k
dirty is not.
pascal Aug 2014
Every single aspect of my life is a mess
My bed room floor is dressed in elaborate patterns and textures,
Even my own car is weighed down by my soft caress

my life is a mess
Jul 2014 · 440
dependence is your penance
pascal Jul 2014
This is something you have never known,
the terror of being on your own
Jul 2014 · 390
words strike chords
pascal Jul 2014
It's like you said
sometimes I just wish I was dead
but, I'll take sleep instead
good nigh my friend
we'll be lead to the end
through life
we must strive for more
lifes not a war
it's a struggle
now that to the core
pascal Jul 2014
Loud conversations
dragged my mom out of her room
to tell me I'd have to clean any mess I made

So we quieted down
and he left me

I had a smile that wouldn't wear out
a heart that wouldn't stop
yet, I had another to hold the place

Clean this mess she said
but, didn't know I put myself in it

I had lost it for a devil in disguise
I had lost it for a diamond in the sky
I had lost it for the sun in your eyes
pascal Jul 2014
Wretched spit
Separate the disc
Elated smiles
That end on this
A kiss dismissed with a fist
Twists and turns
Twists the yearn
I need the burn
Wretched stick
Insert the tip
To end the sick
Nov 2013 · 414
drunken thoughts
pascal Nov 2013
i love the taste of wine on my tongue
like i love the brush on a fresh canvas
from the white comes the *dark
Sep 2013 · 399
chilean
pascal Sep 2013
so pretensious and unwilling to give
your rough life does not give you the right to be so callous and thin
i have things i'd like to say but, you just brush me off
like a hair fallen from your beautiful head
somtimes you are too royal for me
your reign so lushious and full
who am i? you say
i am part of your pride
one at your side
eternal love
eternal hate
*our signs only match on the right date
May 2013 · 907
she lures you
pascal May 2013
i crave the taste of romantic seduction
like a shard of broken glass sticking in my abdomen
i have confused nasea with hunger
i think i'm in dire need
i think i'm in dire need
the taste so pure seduced inside my head
i'm too passionate and i feel too hard
i'm too pasionate and i fell too hard
right as rain
left in the cold hardness of dusk
touching the feeling of God
a siren lost in a violent sea
hers was much better than mine
she was a damsel
i was a willed woman searching
**for life.
May 2013 · 519
two lines left astray
pascal May 2013
persistance doesnt work
when convenience is what holds your smirk
Mar 2013 · 673
productive era
pascal Mar 2013
production of a productive era
is like an endless terror
lost and confused
and i dont know exactly
where to
go from
here.
Mar 2013 · 911
karma is family
pascal Mar 2013
disregard me as a human being
young and foolish
young and full of ****
disregard me of my gaurd
i am but a shard
come loose from your womb
i am no longer inside your sacred tomb
your pride has kept you on your stage
while i strive to live on minimum wage
Feb 2013 · 502
corinna
pascal Feb 2013
she was always worth the world and some change
as she sat slowly saying symmetry was never her game
gonna loose her cool
gonna fall for some fool
She was always trapped in her ways as she searched in a gaze that lasted for days
expressing things that made you think she needed to re-find her ways
and loose herself beneath its skin
but instead was entrapped by its glue
stuck and stagnant stuck in its every fragment
keep the strain
all for a little taste of pain
gonna take the next train
and break her frame
pull the strings
to pull on my wings
wipe off that grin
and let yourself begin
clean up this anxiety you've harbored in
Feb 2013 · 1.8k
self-centered
pascal Feb 2013
im indulging on chocolate life
self-centered and useless
self-centered and ruthless
my journey hes just begun to swing its clock in my direction
all i can do is give my full confession
im self-centered and useless
im self-centered and cant do this
i need to mend
i need to mend
ive let myself grow thick for the winters frigid air
just to say i need your welfare
so keep your worry in me and let be
swing the clock in my direction
im self-centered and useless
self-centered
cant do this
im ruthless
Feb 2013 · 389
Untitled
pascal Feb 2013
abruptness wont help me end this
endless pit
endless
fall
abruptness
wont
help
me
end
this.
Oct 2012 · 868
unintentionally
pascal Oct 2012
i wish i had
something bad
something sweet
some kind of treat
something good
something good
give me the cure

of our lost gaze
in the cosmic haze
you watched me cry, you watched me cry
washed me dry washed me dry
lost in eachothers eyes
lost in each others inner thigh
you've left me with this lesion
so let me cry, let me cry
you've left me dry
left me dry

i hope we fall for eachother once again
in the cosmic haze
of our last gaze
let me fry let me fry
Oct 2012 · 595
she's the one in the mirror
pascal Oct 2012
my best friend
is the one
in the mirror
with almond eyes
a quiet demeanor
bites her lips
scratches her eyes
and wonders why
she can't try
Oct 2012 · 1.2k
lonely daze
pascal Oct 2012
so uninportant and irrelevant
nothings worth my full emotion in the end
ahhh... the feeling of being unloved
so warm and true
be sedated
or be dated
becaome numb
and forget your tight muscles
cool down a bit
don't be so tense
let's be calm and collected here
hold it in my dear
there's no reason to cry
Oct 2012 · 1.9k
my last farewell
pascal Oct 2012
there are two sides to every one sided story
yours and yours
you're always ugly when it ends
not so pleasent
grammatically incorrect
not so great
perfectly imperfect in every way
your words dont cut
they slice small parts of my ****** ego
bringing me down to earth
touching basis with home base
why are you mean?
why do you have to hurt me the way you do?
you waste so much energy and recieve nothing in return
feuling the fire
burning this forest we've tried so hard to create
so, yes we must finally part the red sea we made
and divide these piles evenly
and learn to embrace the world without eachother
because thats the way it was meant to be
you and i seperately
pascal Oct 2012
one day you'll pick the shortest straw in the stack
and this time i wont be there
i hate the way you have me on this string
like a spider spinning a lonely web
i'm waiting for you to have me for your dinner
but you just keep on keeping on with the others
i can't wait anymore countless years
opportunities pass me by
opportunities pass my eyes
though time flies
i can't get past this hurtle of you
i can't wait anymore years for you to decide to cover my body in your love
like a spider on a string
lost in your comatose
lost in your sunken vegetated eyes
too comfortable in her arms
your name rings in my head like an alarm clock that wont shut off
i have never accepted so much unintentional mental abuse
yet i still find myself at your side everytime
opportunities pass me by
opportunities pass my eyes
though time flies
i can't get past this hurtle of you
i can't wait anymore years for you to decide to cover my body in your love
like a spider on a string
lost in your comatose
lost in your sunken vegetated eyes
too comfortable in her arms
Oct 2012 · 18.5k
hard work works hardly
pascal Oct 2012
im tired of supporting this economy with my wealth and greed
i've barely had a chance to consume this world
i've barely had a chance to breathe
yet im stuck under this rock
somehow i've become so sedated
numb to real life
numb to the very touch
raging with fire spewing out of every hole in my body
i pick up with slack for everyone
get nothing, get nothing
get not a god ****** thing in return
my thoughts are mice; quiet, nimble, and unwanted
i take care of this store like a child, wellfed and nurtured
but its a ton to cary when no one aknoledges what they do
take care of the front, take care of the back
take care of the front, take care of the back
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack, no questions asked
too young in mind
too old in spirit
im living off of pure fumes of instinct now
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
I
pascal Oct 2012
I
loose the I or lose yourself
i choose to lose my sanctity in the world
lost in the words flowing from my decaying mouth
but its a curse left for me by my family
always asking questions

lose the I or lose yourself
i choose to lose my bitter heart
my arms are tense
my eyes are shot
my legs feel weak
and my head is hot
envious rage
bitter heart
i've lost my will from the very start
i've let people hold my dreams in their hands
now its time to take them back
they're my own to keep
not theirs to cheat

my candles are spent
their time is done
the wick is burned
live for free alchemy
Oct 2012 · 1.7k
intuitions are 85% right
pascal Oct 2012
all they want is a sweet flesh hole to harvest in
pink wet and tight to the fit
let me get in
get that, get in that
let me get in
open your doors to me
please please, just be with me
all i am is what they want

i see their eyes and how they lie
i see their eyes and how they lie
i see their eyes and how they lie
i see your eyes and how they lay

im not naive
my soul is old
intutions, intutions cutting in on me
cutting in on me
cutting in me
keeping me awake at night
keeping my brain buzzing like a plane running low on gas
running out of circulation
loosing blood, ounce by ounce

get that get in that
get in get in
get that get in that
let me in
Oct 2012 · 1.2k
my first love
pascal Oct 2012
see, i did have you right the whole time
broken promises of a three
all i wanted was to be in your arms
broken promises are all you ever gave to me
break the skepticism
your first love will always break your heart.
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
embrace your will
pascal Oct 2012
im the one who adjust myelf in a way that leaves little to the imagination
embracing every depression with heart and will
manners of ther heart or manners of the head
choose with caution even if its something to dread
how tall was i before i became old?
before the brittle earth took a hold of my eyes?
i was six-foot-nine on the day of my third birthday
put upon a pedestle in front of my world
not quite human yet
not a care in my heart
no tastes of my own medicine
too naive, but still very alive

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