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  Feb 2018 Creep
Sam
And he set the world on fire...
A futile attempt to revive her long deceased smile
His eyes more manic, more frantic, as the flames grew higher
Embers danced through the sky to the song of the crackling orange and yellow hues
Yet, as more and more ash filled the sky,
Her pale, porcelain, face remained blank
Her eyes remained in the same melancholy, empty, gaze
For her smile perished long ago
His fruitless efforts could never bring it back to life
Creep Feb 2018
i dont understand why i feel the way i do
why at a certain word,
or a certain picture
my heart will seize in my chest
hold my organs in,
bracing itself
only to go forth
and shake and tremble
and perpetually ache
like an old sore not healed

i wonder why i can't stop
digging graves for myself
despite being in a state of bliss
why when theres nothing wrong
i always expect the worst to be right around the corner
and instead of waiting for the worst to come
i make the worst

i guess i was never really patient in the first place
easily
by bruno major
Creep Feb 2018
Its been awhile
since the last words that left my pen
really meant something.

I study science to help me understand the world better,
but really,
Im just getting more and more confused the more I learn.

When will I learn
why I feel these irrational voids
of pitch-black anger and this
agony that eats me away, little by little?
waterfall
--from the undertale ost
  Nov 2017 Creep
Dead Rose One
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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


<>
11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
Creep Nov 2017
With a flourish,
It was gone.
The warm beating heart
slipped out of the slashed chest,
still simmering and bleeding,
and he held it in his palm.

With every beat,
it slowly withered and flustered,
unaccustomed to this
harsh brutality
and whimpered as it saw its lifeline,
its blood dripping down, down
down to the ground and as it left its corpse,
as the life slowly slip away from the body it left behind,
and nothing but
flesh and bone
hopes and dreams
tears and smiles
were left behind.

He gingerly kissed it.
Gave it a little rub.
Put it to his ear.
Heard it call out to its rightful owner.
Then put it in his pocket.

He walked away.
Keep your heart safe guys, keep it well and where it belongs-- with you.

Knee socks
by arctic monkeys
  Nov 2017 Creep
WickedHope
moon time
star shine
echoes in my bones
can't feel my toes
hearing your voice is a shot of adrenaline
and not the good kind
my body rattles through the silence
and meteors shower my soul
memories are too raw to call
but they come without beckoning
in flashes meteors tear through the atmosphere
and i lay immobile as they become a camera shutter
one flash... and there is your smile, a lopsided grin
I wrote this a month ago: 4/29/17
For JMS
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