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 Sep 2012 Whitney
Senor Negativo
Only If I could collect lightning for you
And craft a throne in the air, then you would have a perch
Upon which you could survey the fields of prismatic flowers
Arranged in hypnotic patterns,
That swirl as they gently sway seducing the eye,
Which is the living embodiment
Of the way I feel about you.
 Sep 2012 Whitney
TDN
and it will flow like oil.

It will grip like a lion's jaw
sinking into the flesh of my neck.

Nothing's about to change.
The vicious cycle of
reminiscence to
recession to
unresponsiveness
is a gift that just keeps on ******' giving.

Until I have nothing left to give.

I'm finished.
 Sep 2012 Whitney
Key
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 Sep 2012 Whitney
Key
I got a lot on my mind
I'm dying to let it out.*
This relationship has gone sour
The sweet venom losing it's edge.

I'm opening my eyes to a new reality
How could hope fail me
I believed in you & I
It's ashame to watch it die.

Checkers, chess, hopscotch,
I played those games when I was 12.
You drag me around like a rag doll
A piece in a game I don't want to play

Love is faith
Love is hope
How can we overcome if you don't have both?
How will we survive when mine continue to die?

We're holding on by a thread
I see the splits
I see the rips
This is done for, no more bliss

Letting small things go
When they really continue to build up
Creating frustrations in me
I don't need to know.

My lover, my best friend, my everything.
That's what you're supposed to be
Yet, I feel like just your "*****"
And I'm not down with it, you see

Trust, trust, trust, and truth
Lying about small things
Why should I believe you?
Without trust, why should I love you?

Taking my innocence for granted
You'll rue that
Taking my heart and slamming it
What's wrong with you?

Acknowledging your love,
Well I'm still looking for it.
You're my karma.
I'm the one that got away.
 Sep 2012 Whitney
Kingafroninjaa
Why is it the gates of paradise are always out of reach from hands of sinners?
Do my tainted eyes not shed the same tears like those of predestined?
Do I not feel the same pain and pleasure like he who sits on top of his golden throne?
Why do they see nothing but a devil in disguise when I don't believe in their ancient yet flawed text?
Their prayers try to heal the impurity of my "broken" soul but they are quick to cast me aside as their judgmental eyes seek for ways to purge the darkness that I held dear.
Can you not see the pure perfection that my true form emits?
Is it so wrong to believe that this sinful vile form is what makes me perfect?
If I cannot enter the threshold to his kingdom than I shall see you in hell.
 Sep 2012 Whitney
Edgar Allan Poe
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
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