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brandon nagley May 2015
What miserable circumstances these are I must say,
All seriousness awaits every young mind,
Dust turns to dirt,
And thy dirt turns to slime!!!

Lying in the state of orient,
Thine place of buckeye hatched ****'s!!!
Thine place where flies stay nutritious,
And gamblers turn to yahzee!!!

Turnaround,
For pickaways thy decadent view,
Just as Shawshank there's no escape,
Just white t-shirts ,
Straps replace laces and mindrapists of me and you!!!

Such colorful words used in a slander!!!

Falcons to replace birds,
Snake's here to smell out every tasteful salamander!!

No dancers,
No lovers,
No swings,
No palliation!!!

No invitations to weddings,
No wedded rings!!!!

Constitutional rights,
Forgeteth them thou reader of ohian laws,
Thy bloodcells extend,
Muscles bend to flex thy own callibur to thine jaw!!!!

Miracles of dark and lighted angels appear in sequences,
No recommendations,
Just case workers to fill bus help stations!!!

Proverbs to psalms will open to eyes that have not yet seen,
Where pearlied gates are out on display,
No movie theaters,
No freak like scenes!!!

All reality, no aura in the Catacomb of unknown kilter!!!

Pacification leads me successfully with a peace of minds own capture,
Prevailing to Sentiment,
To Amour ever after!!!!!
entropiK Oct 2010
All you

Are an octave without lines

                                                                                     Synchronicity

A treble-clef tattooed upon

                                                                                     the skin of my heart

Notes like

                                                                                      bloodcells in my veins


                                          **I.Can.Never.Play.You
something i did, friday night. :)
afterward;

its kinda lame, and you probably wont understand, but thats okay too.
entropiK Nov 2010
Darling,

                                                                       our truth that we inhabit under
                                                                       its crystalised sky is
                                                                       masochistic
                                                                       undenying, tameless
                                                                       thriling  

                                                                      
                                                                      Shattering above us.



Don't*
                                                                       be afraid
                                                                       of the eyes that
                                                                       stare at us
                                                                       through fields
                                                                       - flowers of cruelty

  
                                                                     For tonight,

                                                                      
                                                                      I will take your
                                                                      mind
                                                                      tongue
                                                                      flesh
                                                                                                                



                                                                                                                                    all.


you
                                                                        are an octave without lines
                                                                        Synchronicity
                                                                        A treble-clef tattooed upon the skin of my
                                                                        heart
                                                                        Notes like bloodcells in my veins
                                                                                                                    
                        
                                                                                                                    I can never play you.  











lie                                      
                                                                           yourself inside
                                                                     and breathe inside
                                                                            what I am
                                                                            what I will become

                                                                                               neverending


                                                                          
           &n
four different poems, all added together, make thiss!!!!
no liee! ahaha! i love it!
Redshift Feb 2018
i have black makeup smeared around my eyelids
adding a nice value contrast
to the already present bags
and i know i look insane
and my sweatshirt sleeves are covered in teardrops
and my head ******* hurts

and coffee doesn't replace bloodcells
like i wish it would
coursing through my veins
perpetually awake
hiding from the nightmares
that have set up shop
behind my eyelids

and the moments leading up to success is pure torture
it's a lot of waiting
and quiet, violent, personal burning
effigies that i didn't even know existed
being sacrificed
coming to the slow realization
that i cannot exist as a cartoon character forever -

i must jump the page.

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