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Gabriel burnS Aug 2018
vanity is makeup-like, an airtight mask
eroding, alas, the skin underneath
brevity
liv grace Jul 2018
What came first? The flies or the act of flying? This is going nowhere.

You had teased me about eventually writing about this moment. This moment and every other moment. Cigarette in hand, pink blushing my cheeks “yeah right”. I could never grow tired of this. Feeling so incredibly close to somebody that you know there will never be room for regret. We are not two, we are one and I’m pretty certain I’ve loved you since you were born. Probably longer than that. The sun looked over her shoulder to say hello to us that day. Watched you run around the cement staircase and discuss your orbit around me.

What came first? Forgiveness or sin? This is going nowhere.

I think of you farthest from the boundaries of this existence. Like maybe you’ve always been a day dream. A lost thought. An open-ended question. You in your crinkled smiles and loud poetry hiding behind punk rock. You in your black coffee and sarcastic comments about my own soft words. You in your never-ending paradox. I don’t think we’ve ever apologized to each other. What is there to apologize for? I’m sorry for finally finding you? I’m sorry for becoming the person you would eventually love more than life itself?

What came first? The lovers or the love?

It's okay if this is going nowhere, so long as i end up there with you.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Vain in their minds
Hearts filled with lust for darkness
Not all tongues are wise

Temples not sacred
Turn the sweet into sour
Numb, enslaved to vice
Vanity. Pride. Narcissism.
The deadliest sin of all
And it rules our society, more so now than ever...
Sad that it's now our culture.
I'm not saying I'm perfect or anything - I'm human. I've ******* up,
but still...
Be back soon
Lyn ***
Stagger Lee Jun 2018
The bridled city of taboos has bright lights and sleepless nights, blood stained murderers alley, the den of thieves, illegitimate conceived *******, mischief and *** gorge the air, strange prostitution and troubled gamblers, the city burns angry with bright red ambers, whiskey stained carpets and icy malt liquor stares, thick cigars conceive children of ash, deranged eyes of supernatural madness like burning glass, the prowler, the stalker, audible mumbling outlined in chalk, 44 magnums, psychedelic cannibals, our bodies paint the street, screaming mothers cry, your sons buried 6 feet deep, pills and hash, crack rocks stuffed in socks, od's and priests, og's and freshly bleeding meat, the jungle cries, unimaginable struggles of our conceptual being, ignore the vice, schizophrenic minds, atomic clowns, drinking wine off the devils horn, incredulous depictions of murdering Christ, our sacrilegious hell, welcome to our life
Erica Garcia May 2018
Looking at you is like walking through an exquisite gallery full of the most beautiful paintings in existence
Fascinating, overwhelming, I cannot help but get lost in each brushstroke
Touching you is like the very first hit of the finest herbal medicine high up in the mountains
Rough, calming, I cannot help but inhale until you fill up my lungs and leave me dazed
Kissing you is like a taking long, slow drink from the most eloquent wine on a balcony in France
Sweet, sultry, I cannot help but pour another glass
Making love to you is like biting into a delicious meal seasoned to perfection cooked just right
Mouthwatering, satisfying, I cannot help but overindulge in my cravings for an extra helping
Jack May 2018
I seem so stressed, Im always looking at the positives and the best
It keeps me engaged while life is putting me to the test
If you asked what matters they write it on a check
Or you feel it in the sweat when you've fallen into ***

If dying is what it seems, then why does it always appear within my dreams
Trying to understand what the devil may be in
It works all the same everything feels like sin
Henny and Gin, always on one's mind
The truth is out there but it's so ******* hard to find
The grind of life causes us to choose vice
Whether its alchohol, tobacco, or maybe it's rolling dice
Nice is what you want to be but that won't happen
As long as you succumb to the evils that surround men
When we find our vices we give up on life
The evils of Lucifer causing us strife
Emmanuel Coker May 2018
I'd e'er wait for eternal rest,
Wearing my possible best,
Not knowing whether-
I've failed or passed the eternal-
Test.
                                      
Or maybe it's all an eternal jest
But who gets the last laugh?    
It's whose god, Me or him, I guess?
Adam Apr 2018
“Just pick a path,
and pick a vice”

Is what the old man said
when I asked for advice
BWriter Feb 2018
I can't remember the last time I a shed tear,
I just know it wasn't out of joy I felt despair,
Now the vice whispering in my ear,
Come here and take away all your fear,
When no one’s by your side the bottle will be,
Just one more pill to help you sleep,
Or be limitless and free,
Give you the ability to be everything you should be,
I know I'm not the man that I could be,
If I showed you who I really am,
Would you still love me?
Or would you just judge me?
Deep down I know I've got to do better,
I almost left my last words in a letter.

I've got to chase my vices,
Or they will be chasing me.
I've got to chase my vices.....
Corey Zornes Feb 2018
It's a one-hundred and eleven
yard walk to the gas station
for a fresh pack of Spirits and
a new lighter. Black this time.

I'm about fifteen miles away
from you in the literal sense
and separated from you for
roughly two months in mind.

People talk about my cigarettes
because they claim to be free
of fillers and additives. Sure.

I think the package is pretty
and they feel nice on my lips.

They burn pretty **** long
and they give me a hell of a buzz
but once I'm down to the filter,
I still have to move to a new one.
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