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#onionrings
It was perfect before I had a name I knew she was my wing-ridden angel the very moment my eyes were blessed she laughs when she wants to cry and her smile it only gets deeper she still holds the pieces of her broken halo... once again I talk about wolves because everyone has their problems yes I do and I've seen them circling fangs out when I closed my eyes and made my peace with god that moment that moment lasted forever and ever since I left it I am only trying to get back yes i do remember when darkness was so constant I forgot about light yes, I know how it changed me she was the only beautiful thing I've ever known Heaven sent me an angel that's the only way I wish I was holding her now I wish I could tell her I love her maybe I can once again we talk about wolves outside its raining I love the rain
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
ode to wolves
Its not so far away Man made nature Water colors Artificial suns Apartments The loving arms of hell I had forgotten the way the waves crash on the shore Of the outer banks I live in cities All the life around me Is only death I took a rorshak test And saw fire Armies marching Tinted windows Kevlar vest And bullet proof glass I want to go somewhere again Where the nature isn't addicted to chemicals Its not so far away Where I can watch the crane fly Over the most tranquil waters Of my mind
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
The Outer Banks
I aspire To nothing higher Than to bring light into your world A fire Out of control That keeps you warm I want to be your favorite song Because you know that I was written for you I become Not a strum from some guitar But chords in your mind I play with Sweet music I cannot help but create To let you know that you are loved I want you to be my biggest fan Because it matters if you sing along
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
your favorite song
Reality is pretty funny Between the strains and pains And hunger pangs And people who think bangs still look good When they never did Not even in the eighties I've just been looking for happiness And I found it in the most unlikeliest of places A morbid place of loss and sorrow Called Burger King I bought some onion rings And they were crispy enough!!!!! Still I lose Still I hold onto What I never held in the first place And I lose my faith And I lose my hope But I still find a place for humor I still laugh And I'm the king Who you want to be I'll have empty hands and empty pockets But everything is mine So grab those onion rings With both hands And let the crispness guide you
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Hahaha haha haha-haha
See it,           seize it Deal With the consequences Later.   Right Now For happiness Why wait until tomorrow?
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
Carpe
God is on the pavement It's a chalk outline that is drawn Around the city And from every corner of my mind The jaws of hell are closing in And I cannot help but wonder As I wander As my feet created in an image I never could attain Carry me from station to station God is love And where has all the love gone? It was replaced by parking lots Strip malls and strip mines God is in the nature Man destroys I am on the pavement Bleeding out Just like god did before me Sometimes you have to admit The battles lost Let the war still rage on
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Bleeding out
I speak a dead language to a shadow Spreading a disease like honor among thieves I use my hands to open doors Disguised as another man that's out of reach I'm out of time to read the stars My sister I don't ask for understanding Only this That you would hear my song I'm digging up fossils that time forgot Like the leader of a band of rogues Searching for answers buried in the past And should be left alone Picking at a wound so it can never heal My sister There are spirits on my side That only want That you would hear my song
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
My sister