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Jordan Dec 2013
letchor blood currdle like wild flowers melting in the mid day sun, let your fire dragon breath beneath the mess of leaves falling from a calm breeze.
Bring peace to a world where silence is comfort and passion is the tulip under the shade. Let the water trickle across your from and watch the skies turn from blue to grey.
The world is a heartache but a heart none the less, you needent suffer because suffering come from ones whose enlightenment leaves no mess.
Be a star in a sea of diamonds. croon for the howling of a dewwy morning.
Believe in a seed that can plant a whole world, never let the thoughts alter your disposition. Your true calling already exibits strength, quite lying to yourself, sleepless this and sinner with saints.
An enegmatic dissolusion of propriety and oath, formless and scouring we delve deeper into our shelf.
Cables and wires sing with praises of stables and liars, klu klux ****, peanut butter and jam, what a contravity of mystery and a hairless dogs epiphany. We told you once and we'll tell you again, your night stand secrets bar no weight in this land.

soldiers ships sail without a captian your ballroom gown looks like a tale unfathomed. please exsist in me as i believe in you. let your gaurd down and let me take the bow. please let my love pass through you like grasses ablaze, set my lingering sentient body free i have no more purple haze.

the morning will come and the night will shrink an exhaled body as yours dissapears in a blink. Together and forever a seemless reality, one blood runs through the oceans and cowers down the river stop breathe, you exist in moments like these

everybody sees you but no body nods, your a stupid little quip on someone elses radar. help yourself before you **** another be your best friend your mother your father your brother. let the ragsw turn to riches and the wine into the blind, let yourself ferment and **** the cat that explains your time. keep to yoursel fan dnever let them in, your a blind man with a stick and everyone else is screaming let me in. to each there own and to own a martyr is a shame, refrain from self obscurity and procrastinate your brain. Reach for the truth kept in a jar glass with the words mason like the illuminati keep in there car. your a vehicles for self enhilation a explosion of confusion, embrace this mess, it all you have to keep. like a safe bares a rope your only job is to escape..

brimming with hatred and filled up with angst your an emotional writer trying to die on the page.
**** yourself kindly and **** yourself well, your death will be celebrated like a child blowing out the candels at his birthday from hell. tears hit the icing and the presents all rott, something was a miss did his mother forget to love him not. the poor childs life went up in ruins the cycles of existance dug him into ruins bleeding and rotting a child life ion time be the future self that your chilhood friend can find. Be with your death like your beside your life. in the middle lies the truth betweent he lies of existing between pictures of books that no one took the time to read. death of a salesman the drowning of a rat, **** yourself with kindness eat your cake until your fat.

whats the problem with that? *******. you ****, you did it you ****! lol. :) ;) emote.

dying by numbers

illusions of granduer
life in a breath
**** the pitch man and take your breath

dont edit yourself absolve yourself

write for a feeling it is fleeting write for death and become alive
Josh Morter Apr 2013
Crack a smile, pucker your lips, show us a grin and be proud of it.
Let the world know you can smile like the rest
Let yourself show that you've not down trodden or depressed
But if you can't make it true

just fake a smile so as not to reveal
the depths of your despair
just pucker up and blow a kiss to someone whose not there.


Let others believe you're happy, so no questions here are asked
Hide your sorrow behind a jilted expression, which not long on your face shall last.
Emotions needent be obvious to every;
Tom, **** and Harry.
But if a bunch do show up  laugh as if your merry.
Laugh not bitterly as to show the sordid feelings held below.

just fake a smile so as not to reveal
the depths of your despair
just pucker up and blow a kiss to someone whose not there.


Lie with your face.
Lie with your eyes.
Put those morbid thoughts behind a disguise.
Lie with your words, lie through your teeth,
never reveal what lies beneath.
For if they ponder to say
"you don't look so well are you sure you're okay..."

Just nod with your head and lie with your smile
then they won't ask you again.
Well not for a while.
Then let yourself sink far far away
down to where the root of the troubles resides day to day.
Hidden, masked, disguised in the dark, shattered in pieces the remains of your heart.

Heartbroken from heartbreak thats the thing the heart can't take
But it's a hard thing to explain, as no one understands your pain.
It's personal to you after all, it is. your heart
but don't let anyone notice cause they too could tear it apart.

Tear it to pieces, break it some more.
So don't let any one know the score
hide your feelings, your emotions: Be smart.
don't let them know about your heart.

just fake a smile so as not to reveal
the depths of your despair
just pucker up and blow a kiss to someone whose not there


They're not there for a reason;
reason being they broke your heart
But to get away from this

crack a smile, pucker your lips, show us a grin and hide behind it.
2011 poem by Josh Morter ©

Nobody can really read what your face is saying. Can they?
Matalie Niller May 2012
Too tired to sleep too stubborn to fight
eyes resist both closing and capturing pictures
leaving one (Me) to be in a state of zombified negligence and grump.
Sleepy funk, like dreaming a boring black and white
film covers retinas and lenses
brain swirls in intoxication of running on E
and not even the fun kind
just the Empty kind that needs some juice
or nap
or maybe just some lovin' from a certain someone ****
though that's a stretch
and muscles are currently too ****** to reach that far
or scratch broken ribs of progress or even to
drink much of anything
just trying to be happy
though one needent need to try
just breathe and try not to wish for the night
because today may be the last or next to last
and the uncertainty just causes more anxiety
so the cycle of strife rains on its acid and placidity
until finally I'll crash
or implode, or cry
and it'll be great
because breakdowns are necessary for life and peace and tranquilizing.
Corkey Hawley Sep 2011
Don't you bury me
Don't you dare grieve
Celebrate my life with a party
Don't bury ME

I've had a good life all in all
I've done some things as I recall
I've lived my dreams
both BIG & small
And sowed some seeds
A piece of me installed

Don't you bury me
Don't even think  we agree
Not like some seedling tree
Don't you bury me

Take from me
what remains
turned to ash
like an old refrain

Don't you bury me
To take up space
That needent be
Don't you bury me
The very last thing I did in Two Thousand & Ten, Doc
Audrey Maday Jan 2015
I said "People always leave,"
And you said those were
silly people from our
silly, beat up town.
You said that I needent worry
Because we were so much more
than that,
But look at us now
You've left
And I'm still right here.
sds Jul 2017
She's like the wind shes like the sun what I imagine heaven up above no care in the world only my flame in the night we needent sleep for hearts we need not beat for its just our souls to keep
Im good now
Needent wait for later
Contently sound
With no runaround

Unsatifaction with yourself
Non sensible with lifes wo's
Blame society-  I suppose
The truth, deep down, now exposed

Im good now
Needn't wait for later
Contently sound with no runaround

Fingers point
They decide
Whether you are wrong or right
Filling holes with compromise
Meanwhile they are living lies

Im good now
Why wait for later
Contently sound with no runaround

Laughing, when most cry
Basic emotions, dissary
Knowing we should empathize
Moving fast and losing time

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