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dire moments, hands around your throat squeezing your heart to make it stop when someone wants you dead you know one chance is all it takes they foam at the mouth, spitting obscenities clentched fists, red in the face with black anger- taking a leap, to visit violence on the innocent.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
when someone wants you dead
I wish you were a better liar Because I'm able to see right through This half baked gaslight fire "It's not me, it's you" you spew Then sit back and admire The hell you put me through Knowing your favorite reaction's about to transpire A knee **** wish for an end I feel is past due Triggering thoughts that are dire And when I think I've reached peak punishment It's nothing new To be kicked when I'm down Pushing the bar ever higher ©2024
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Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC
~•§•~ Nothing New ~•§•~
This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher I know exactly what's about to transpire Yet I always make it worse, never better Like a water geyser to a grease fire I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire ©2024
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May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC
~•§•~ Like a Geyser to a Grease Fire ~•§•~
Forget her Don't suffer to remember just to suffer forever, sucker Lust safer Rub one out and see if the hunger doesn't expire a little quicker Cold fire Flip it 180 and record what's bound to transpire Loves quagmire Simple desire will always inspire but ensnare a liar Shifty empire Not strange to aspire to be a vicious, succubus, vampire Almost satire An enticing lure to offer for sure but unstable as brushfire Situation's dire Sooner than later fall victim to the inevitable backfire Flimsy tightwire An act in need of fools for hire, speaking to the choir ©2023
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Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 4:40 PM UTC
~•§•~ Brushfire ~•§•~
I think of you often maybe it was because of the way you looked at me, like I was something that was worth looking into. Now I am just longing for your eyes which I will never see. I long for the way you turn your head towards me those are the memories that I will remember and cherish as long as I walk this Earth. Loved you since we met. Lost you once when you died but I promise I will,... I Will find you! again!!! and I will Love you thence.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Longing for your Eyes
I Discomfit with salvo the bay and island with lifestyle yet desire nurtural arc of tournament here squire with her leg yet ingress indelible swoop on the page within the eye's link of Neverland
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Dire Day
I'd stink in pink till **** is dart only to start a fight nobody would win with the heart of severity when she may see their epitaph here would din and mire little hen
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
little hen
as dyne packed parch and hard in pettifog with hopes of his fine lore would evoke lavender oil then exhume reed with desire there longing Rembrandt but with gallivant now ripe with more gestalt
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
flue gas
a conscious stake was city of justice where grand duchy staved it from the dark and rubbed unions particularly swank then treaty millennia till Brexit left their reckoning with covert aspects of haute recovery
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
Luxembourg
a myriad dice with death that she expose gnaw to friends and catch flu with symptoms of abuse then the healing of this inertia in times like these that she was nigh
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
******
money machine was astride but direly enured any time but for treasury would still dilate his mind if togetherness was our kind when ritual finally was to field but wept and dined in spring
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
a deliberation
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness which near future prospect induces existential angst i confess. Today (end of rope rhyme rote approximately deux orbitz round the sun), i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly going gamesomely gra grave, de deum, and cymbal crash to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock or other deadly potion, whereby toothless mouth need not gnash boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of mortal freedoms renting psych *** under with purposelessness mine hash tag, which bout with suicide while n the edge of thirteen - Anorexia nervosa defeated - then as now experience 10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash lacerating, flagellating, and repeatedly rousing thoughts shin to circle back to why death be not proud when life on par with a mash up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring in step happy jollity, and levity attempt to make light of psychological me's mental illness rash whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years as chief garbage taster of trash hurled my way gnome matter the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash distance to inflict din er of dissonance targeted this mortal for'er abash as soon as he got expelled from the womb, his reddened ears did bash from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate a con ***** dancer, cuz ova this rude half re: that came a boot from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
Thee grim reaper as pedagogical savior. -
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness which near future prospect induces existential angst i confess. Today (end of rope rhyme rote approximately deux orbitz round the sun), i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly going gamesomely gra grave, de deum, and cymbal crash to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock or other deadly potion, whereby toothless mouth need not gnash boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of mortal freedoms renting psych *** under with purposelessness mine hash tag, which bout with suicide while n the edge of thirteen - Anorexia nervosa defeated - then as now experience 10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash lacerating, flagellating, and repeatedly rousing thoughts shin to circle back to why death be not proud when life on par with a mash up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring in step happy jollity, and levity attempt to make light of psychological me's mental illness rash whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years as chief garbage taster of trash hurled my way gnome matter the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash distance to inflict din er of dissonance targeted this mortal for'er abash as soon as he got expelled from the womb, his reddened ears did bash from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate a con ***** dancer, cuz ova this rude half re: that came a boot from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
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when skunk mull mandalay with graph only message there affront but companion right to convene in this courtyard with their music blue as sheltered cry which the world must hear on an october night
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
night in october
Once I loved my country Was filled up with pride That was before my country Suddenly fell over and died. It didn’t die spontaneously, My country was assassinated. Murdered by people who Lied, cheated and hated. The accomplices were folks Who stayed home and blamed And insisted that both parties Were essentially the same. Those people refused to verify What was fact from propaganda. Now half the citizens are facing A destructive national agenda. There were thousands of jokes About the unqualified guy who won. Some were funny, made us laugh, But what happened was not fun. The person who was trained lost. Now we have a bigot and a racist Who is eyeing the Constution And badly wants to replace it. The people on both sides now Have no idea what is coming. They thought they elected a good guy But he’s a rich kid who was slumming. They thought he would help to bring A national hoped-for change. They will be shocked to death To discover that man is so strange. For him it’s about the ass-kissers He keeps as his personal posse. Be prepared, this next four years Will be anything but glossy. We will witness blood and death And a crash of our economy Because Trump and his cohorts Believe in nothing but autonomy.
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
HARBINGER
But a really dire bitter resentment still stays, Languishing in my memory are those days, When she was directionless I guided her, When she felt loveless I pampered her, It was when she felt physically unfit, Then I instilled confidence in her, My social work's she is an heir.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Yes, I am definitely over her.
Pass me a torch, And watch me set the world on fire. Because I am a whole body full of gasoline. A human being made of fuel, just searching for love. A desperate lover with fire burning within, looking for a companion. A hopeless romantic filled to brim, hoping for someone to burn forever with. Because I am a whole body full of gasoline. And I'm just waiting for the perfect "match."
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Direproof
It doesn't make any sense how everything juxtaposes But i'm a model that makes no poses I don't want to be an impose Unless it's dire Unless someone is in danger Then i hope i'm not the Lone Ranger In my efforts and intentions I hope i get some help To perpetrate this evil off together We seem weak now but we can become menacingly powerful against our worst enemies This means war Paradise is meant to stay So try to come my way You're going to tussle with the wrong people We'll see the results at the end
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Juxtaposes
You act as if you hadn't a clue You act as if I hadn't talked to you You act as if I hadn't tried till in the face I was blue I did, I tried I did, but you only sighed I did,rivers of tears I cried Why are you such a ******** Why is your agony dispread Why did you not listen and ended up mislead I beckoned you to come near I beckoned you so I could make it clear I beckoned you but you only looked at me with that sneer So I let you do it your own way So I let you become the prey So I let you crumble in just mere days Now i'll just set and watch Now I'll just set while all of it you botch Now I'll just set as you make another notch If only you had not just listened but heard If only you hadn't let things get so blurred If only you hadn't acted so absurd I sat and I watched you expire I sat and I watched as your situation got dire I sat and I watched as you set yourself on fire
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
As You Set Yourself On Fire
Who I took to be my saviour, Was the very one that killed me, When I felt really terrorized. Nuke of loneliness imploded, Not caring it was not the time, Night now feels as if eternal. Contained is this explosion, Tears haven't fallen since long, Of dire loneliness it's a gift.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Emotionally Nagasaki
Fire is inside you, Inside me, Little one, Born at the bon fires at night, Born of greed; greedy lust. They all took me here, Took your mother away, Flung her sweet face to dirt, Where she tasted the moss, And felt the fire; Pain; pleasure rain. I used to fear, you'd born dire, Like, The cleft lip that marks a sad life, Like, Being born with no legs! How I feel now, legless, For I am unable to move, Except for a little cringe, As fiery rods were forced inside me. But I must confess, That I started to like the way that felt, But that was before, Before the last of the cuts opened within me, And a gore and blood mixture drained. But my sweet child, You were also born to the sweet scents of night-woods, Born of the moon and stars; dark and light. And your cries made me regret, No! No! Never did I regret you; my life, I regretted my thoughts, Those of penetrating myself with cold, steel rod, A real one, mind you, And I attempted to pierce your developing heart, To **** you and end my fears, I feared in my mind you would be born with the features of sin, But lo! It is not so, my sweet, sweet baby. I was not impregnated by those men, I was not impregnated by the weak trickle of life, That spews from their desire-rods. My dear boy, I was impregnated by the lovely night! Sweet, sweet night......
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Sweet Child Of Night
I am who whispers to the stars, For the little stream, I cried to replenish everything now down-wind. Many saw me, Playing sweet lyre, my fingers blue, Under pale moon, my hair silver. They all stood a ways away, watching, All seemed lifeless statues, grey in the moonlight, Solemn and austere, blue and unyielding. The cold never seemed to bother them, Standing there shell-shocked, eyes-locked, Lo the wonder in their eyes. I now slowly begin to enjoy myself. 'Twas easy to pluck the strings of their hearts, I'd give them a gentle caress, Then suddenly a catatonic strum. But as it always turns out, I am the one truly shell-shocked. It's just the way the indifference mingles with increasing fear, As if this is all okay, but there is something wrong, Something sneaky and dangerous, And that their minds are nearing th'inevitable conclusion, To near-see truth behind their mindless crave, The truth of how beauty creates such awe, And leaves them all in such dire, treacherous need. -MoonFirefly
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Dire Lady
We stayed up all night, Drinking wine, listening to Dire Straits. I told you I loved you like Romeo loved Juliet You told me to get more creative, So I said it again, in French.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
In French