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scripturiented Nov 2013
if i ate a
flower
seed,
they say
would i be
as beautiful
inside
as the flower
that grew
within me?*
they ask

and so i took
a flower seed,
popped it into
my mouth and
drank water to
moisturize it
everyday.

i felt it grow
and grow,
i felt a leaf
slipping
between the
hollows of
my ribcage.

i felt it
cradle my
lungs, a
perfect
description
of a hopeless
romantic tied
to its lover.

on one
unfortunate
day, however,
the vines
got hold
of my beating
heart too tightly.
i gasped
for air as the
flower ******
the life out of
me, but it
continued
to bloom
without a care
of my soul.

and there i lay,
motionless, dead
as the flower
blossomed
out of my opened
chest, making me
beautiful
inside out.
scripturiented Nov 2013
the heart that is pumping on your hand
is my heart, struggling to live
but as always, it will eventually die

the knife that you're holding in your other hand
is your knife, dipped in poison
and is ready to ****, to burn, to laugh

(your face shows confusion
but i know that you are lying)

"what am i
supposed
to do
with this?"
"**** it."
"why?"

(you understand now)

and you smile, you stab me
repeatedly, crimson littering your skin
blood spurts out of my mouth
and i grimace-smile


"wow, you really did it this time."
"i must say i am a really good actor."
scripturiented Jun 2013
the day we met
you seeped
inside my soul
and became
the substance
inside my veins
and arteries

(you became my blood
you are the only thing
that kept me
alive)

the day you left
you were still with me
but you became
the carbon dioxide
that flowed
inside my veins
and arteries

(you became my poison
you are the only thing
that kept me
dying)
scripturiented Jun 2013
and it's time
when the lights are shut off,
and you realize, that the show
has already ended

and then you sit down,
thinking
how did it end so fast?
why did it end so fast?


and after that
you start feeling scared
of the prospect of the future
that's full of the unknown danger

but please remember

darling,
the show's not ending,
the end
is only
the beginning
scripturiented Jun 2013
the exhilarating rush
i always feel
when i see your face
is no longer exhilarating

the smile
that automatically pops up
when you speak to me
is no longer automatic

(maybe now
i am finally done
with you using my love
as your own plaything)
scripturiented Jun 2013
i traveled
all the seven seas
just to find you,
just to find
my black pearl

the rushing tides
and the angry waves
would never make me
stop searching
for you

(you)
inspired by black pearl - exo.
scripturiented Jun 2013
first, if you're intoxicated,
   don't be surprised
      to see a lipstick stain
(that's still fresh red)
         on your cheeks.

second, if you're intoxicated,
   don't be confused
      about who is the owner
         of the number
            embedded in your palms.

lastly, if you're drunk with love,
   don't be surprised
      if you are knocked down


      with only one smile.
title from shinee's punch drunk love.

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