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 May 2015 pixelstar
Sam
Death sits atop his hill,
giving his lips a lick
looking for someone to ****
regretting forgetting his chapstick
Remember kids. Never lick your lips when they are dry.
 May 2015 pixelstar
Sam
Alright
 May 2015 pixelstar
Sam
When I was a kid I didn't know my right from left
so I always woke up on the right side of the bed.
But my innocence soon left and was replaced by pain
and all I want is to be all right once again
A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!
Brick by brick,
The walls have becometh mine lonliest of friends!!!
A slave just like me!
A slave indeed, bound to Plato structure!
Though painted white,
I see them in many colors!!!!

Not biased at all,
Brick by brick these walls even the ugliest,
Have turned into the greatest of all friends!!!!!

They speak indeed,
Just silently.....
 May 2015 pixelstar
NV
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 May 2015 pixelstar
NV
THE EXCUSE USED WAS THAT I HAD
WRITER'S BLOCK.

UNTIL I STARTED BEING HONEST
WITH MYSELF,

AND ADMITTED I WAS TERRIFIED
OF CREATING SOMETHING THAT
PEOPLE WOULDN'T LIKE.

I WAS TERRIFIED OF NOT BEING ENOUGH,

EVEN FOR MYSELF.
 May 2015 pixelstar
NV
girl, all drenched in bathroom floors, 3 o'clock in the morning and mascara stained face, smelling of liquor bottles and boys who will never remember her name.

boy, all drenched in bed sheet linen, 3 o'clock in the afternoon and lipstick stained t-shirt, smelling of air from empty pockets and girls who will never forget his name.
What if
we are all psychotic
but we just don't realize
because we are surrounded
by other psychotics...
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