In the room of relief
where
dreams are caught
and
nested on the rim of
the seat
before flushing them
with the rest
of your appetite

Be brazen. Be bold. Be blunt. Because things coated in sugar was never healthy for people anyways.

Ich wünschte, die Leute nur wissen konnte, warum ich darüber schreiben, was ich tue.

Ich wünschte, die Leute könnten verstehen, wer ich bin, und was ich erlitten haben .

Ich scheint, wie wenn ich zum Vergnügen zu schreiben , ist es immer noch so sinnlos empfindet .
Sie meine Geschichte hören , so wird es nicht wieder passieren
von ,
Bluten- Diamanten

indeed, my fellow poet.
It is time to exist in reality.
Its time to let go of the fairy tails.
Its time to pick up our lives and make something...anything.
If you expect me to sensor myself...
well...
how's this?
*******?
Am i fulfilling expectations?
AM i existing to your standards?
Because i am DONE.
D
O
N
E
!!!
See, you don't get it.
You can't live in a castle forever.
Eventually, evil will strike.
If you can't see your problems.
They WILL consume you.
And the **** you find hard now,
will seem like NOTHING
compared to what's next
if you dont step it the **** up

A fire of desire lays behind the smile
Your fist prominent with lost miles
Tasteless passion that oscillate piles

A cold flame embodies the draught
Torn embers that glows and downs
Faded colours that distract and frown

A blunted clarity try and blow itself
Dismay adorned to encrust destitution
Distractions paraded in devolved arrays

Thinkin' bout you is all that I really do, my mind in a spiral.
Twistin' and turnin', every second I'm learning.
As my eyes get red I keep the blunt potent with your love.
Anyway you see me soaking I'm floating in these magical words that my ***** said, keepin life in balance is all the he really did.
Now he's dead, killing himself over the riches and wealth.
I wanna keep this poem on one topic, but my mind is flowing, its goin'.
Like the late Cap $**** said, "Who wouldn't want a girl with elegance, intelligence and a cute way of presentin' it?"

Smooth, sweet smoke curls over your lips,
Sticky with resin.
Sticky with lust.
You taste like blunts,
Blunt.
That's what you are.
Blunt force trauma.
Your energy is a blow to the gut.
Blow by blow by blow,
*******,
Please?
Make me fall to my knees.
I will succumb to your tease.
Dangerous...
That's what you are.