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Your beauty is like an exquisite flower Growing ontop of the highest mountain Peaking at the very height of its power Your Beauty is like Art To where all may see in awe Entering my heart You have not a single flaw Your beauty flows like a river Following the way of the stream Glowing slightest glimmer Only seen in our dreams Your beauty shines bright From whom we cannot wait Glistening in the moon light Meeting you was considered fate Your beauty makes us speechless Unable to say a word When we are with you, we are sleepless While we try to talk, it comes out slurred Your beauty cannot be described Words couldn't touch the surface This love I feel inside Never can I stop being nervous You are gorgeous in every single way Loving you will be my duty Unable to be kept away This... is... the... power... of... Your Beauty
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
*Your Beauty*
happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with. its about living with no regrets And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you. Happiness is taking a risk and it pays off and even if it doesnt another oppurtunity presents itself. happiness is staying up all night with your frends. happiness is water fights on late summer evenings. happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right. happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies. happiness is no homework happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds happiness is doing wat you want to do happiness is helping one another happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return happiness is being able to speak your mind happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down happiness is confidence happiness is working hard for something happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie happiness is finding out who you are happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite? happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them happiness is feeling safe happiness is feeling wanted happiness is feeling at peace with yourself happiness is feeling that someone always has your back happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world. this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed. happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey i cant explain this happiness
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Happiness
happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with. its about living with no regrets And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you. Happiness is taking a risk and it pays off and even if it doesnt another oppurtunity presents itself. happiness is staying up all night with your frends. happiness is water fights on late summer evenings. happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right. happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies. happiness is no homework happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds happiness is doing wat you want to do happiness is helping one another happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return happiness is being able to speak your mind happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down happiness is confidence happiness is working hard for something happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie happiness is finding out who you are happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite? happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them happiness is feeling safe happiness is feeling wanted happiness is feeling at peace with yourself happiness is feeling that someone always has your back happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world. this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed. happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey i cant explain this happiness
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She knows exactly how I feel She swept me by me heel She stares into me charmed eyes She must be seeing paradise She holds my arm to feel me pulse She instead feels something else She sees a lad with much affection Feels fragile warmth that needs attention She holds me tenderly in her embrace She places my arm about her *** She raises hers and lowers me head She steals a bite of me lip instead She then whispers words like magic She probably senses me past is tragic She slides her arm 'neath me shirt She asks "was it so bad, the hurt " She has her reply before I give it She guides me through to her room She believes it beautiful I assume She starts for me lips soon as we sit She has her way with me and I obey She pauses for breath,eyes bright as a ray She holds me firm, can't keep me calm She sighs as I go above and on I turn She's a ****** afraid I might do her harm She obeys when I tell her it'll be a balm She sees it'll soothe as I take off her dress She shuts her eyes in honey grace She screams as I cut to the chess She sheds a tear, maybe she's badly hurt She clings on when I lose my hope She turns me down, she's now ontop She whispers, "started it, I'm the one to stop She's something from far outer space She takes me up on a slower pace She knows I'm her car,carefully she drives She's a good swimmer,how perfect she dives She then disappears soon as I'm on the crest She leaves me in the dark, can't stop the rest She's no Angel, I have to deal with the cream She's an illusion,they call it a wet dream She's just a nightmarish dream I honestly hate She leaves me cursing my pants,they're wet
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
THE ****** ILLUSION
She knows exactly how I feel She swept me by me heel She stares into me charmed eyes She must be seeing paradise She holds my arm to feel me pulse She instead feels something else She sees a lad with much affection Feels fragile warmth that needs attention She holds me tenderly in her embrace She places my arm about her *** She raises hers and lowers me head She steals a bite of me lip instead She then whispers words like magic She probably senses me past is tragic She slides her arm 'neath me shirt She asks "was it so bad, the hurt " She has her reply before I give it She guides me through to her room She believes it beautiful I assume She starts for me lips soon as we sit She has her way with me and I obey She pauses for breath,eyes bright as a ray She holds me firm, can't keep me calm She sighs as I go above and on I turn She's a ****** afraid I might do her harm She obeys when I tell her it'll be a balm She sees it'll soothe as I take off her dress She shuts her eyes in honey grace She screams as I cut to the chess She sheds a tear, maybe she's badly hurt She clings on when I lose my hope She turns me down, she's now ontop She whispers, "started it, I'm the one to stop She's something from far outer space She takes me up on a slower pace She knows I'm her car,carefully she drives She's a good swimmer,how perfect she dives She then disappears soon as I'm on the crest She leaves me in the dark, can't stop the rest She's no Angel, I have to deal with the cream She's an illusion,they call it a wet dream She's just a nightmarish dream I honestly hate She leaves me cursing my pants,they're wet
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What is artistic expression how do put my soul on a page How do I stroke my aura’s color if I can’t see it   How do paint my humor and intentions How do I draw my unbalanced chakras back to balanced and write the energies surging through channels How do I chalk out my thought process when I am reminded of you Walkie talkies hidden ontop my chalkie chakra blocked like telephone lines hit by drunk drivers or blackouts during storms Sunshine burning mustard seething weekend breeding burnouts coming out of retirement like My soul color bleeding rainbows with big blocks of grey in between Needing the contrast Needing the depth and blurred complications the world is not black and white we all bleed the same rainbow sparks into the same riverbeds breathing and exhaling with the time ticks of our existence of light reflected on the glitter trickled surface of the vibrations of our soul speaks ricocheting through galaxies for eternity. Can’t phrase anything right In come spiraling thoughts stories of me stories of we can’t help but trip I fall into thee mother Luna romanticizing the waves of the sea you rub my jaw with your hipster b Crown king we’re being free We’re trying queen Forgot the beauty in the cold Blackened hearts should walk boldly Frozen on mountaintops trying to keep our souls warm Broken and torn plastic bag in the wind escaping entities that block their flow Exhausted on faking Keep breaking from trying to make it Ain’t no fun to be around I keep all my words in my mouth The devils got my tongue I’m feeling numb All my existence is to *** I can’t get up out of the ******* ground Years go by I’m not feeling myself Tears come out of me like a leaking spout No drugs can bother me My head belongs in the clouds
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Aura’s color
What is artistic expression how do put my soul on a page How do I stroke my aura’s color if I can’t see it   How do paint my humor and intentions How do I draw my unbalanced chakras back to balanced and write the energies surging through channels How do I chalk out my thought process when I am reminded of you Walkie talkies hidden ontop my chalkie chakra blocked like telephone lines hit by drunk drivers or blackouts during storms Sunshine burning mustard seething weekend breeding burnouts coming out of retirement like My soul color bleeding rainbows with big blocks of grey in between Needing the contrast Needing the depth and blurred complications the world is not black and white we all bleed the same rainbow sparks into the same riverbeds breathing and exhaling with the time ticks of our existence of light reflected on the glitter trickled surface of the vibrations of our soul speaks ricocheting through galaxies for eternity. Can’t phrase anything right In come spiraling thoughts stories of me stories of we can’t help but trip I fall into thee mother Luna romanticizing the waves of the sea you rub my jaw with your hipster b Crown king we’re being free We’re trying queen Forgot the beauty in the cold Blackened hearts should walk boldly Frozen on mountaintops trying to keep our souls warm Broken and torn plastic bag in the wind escaping entities that block their flow Exhausted on faking Keep breaking from trying to make it Ain’t no fun to be around I keep all my words in my mouth The devils got my tongue I’m feeling numb All my existence is to *** I can’t get up out of the ******* ground Years go by I’m not feeling myself Tears come out of me like a leaking spout No drugs can bother me My head belongs in the clouds
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Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like **** water, ontop of her head is a big messy bun, on her body is a flowing skirt and a crop top. Her lips are full and her eyes are wide and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like cigarettes, once I let her go the smell lingers on my sweater and I love it because it reminds me of her. She had dark circles under her eyes, pine needles in her hair and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like roses, wide eyes and beautiful, quiet yet well spoken. She is a girl of many identities and shes lovely to me.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
She's lovely to me
There is a magic dragon  That my father and I know It circles me then glides back to him No matter where we go.  Inside this invisible little beast,  Part of my dad does stay Immortalized, by magic art please never go away. Upon these words dragon's wings hang ontop the lonley wind, supported- gliding endlessly Through life's chaos its spinned. With every spin circling back, To the begninng, till each end.... Each time another battlecry - This Heavy heart's hardened. May I be rendered, in truths light When deception's shadow's tall, & may that dragon help me find A way back through it all.
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
Puff
*A Door's Rusty Hinges Screeched As It Is Opened, Though The Outside Of This Hall Is Ugly, Paint Chipping, The Scars Of Screams Entwined In Eggshell Trim, The Room Which Lays On The Other Side, Is Full Of Beauty, Is Full Of Tubes Of Paint, Some Which Lay On The Floor, Which Kisses Oak Furnishings, Some Lay On An Abandon Easel, Next To A Canvas, Half Completed, Created By Shaky Hands* *Empty Vases Sit On A Window Pane, Which Await, For The Return Of Freshly Picked Wild Flowers, Awaiting The Return, Of The Soft Glow Of A Candle, A Lanturn Perches On A Bookshelf, Full Of Stained Pages And Ripped Covers, The Stale Scent Of Memories Cling To Each Chapter, A Small Handcrafted Stool, Sits In This Ancient Home, In The Artist's Heart* *The Ancient Smell Of Paint, Is No More, Though The Stains Of Blues And Greens, Are Now Grey As Clay Upon The Floor, Yet Paintings Dwell On The Off-White Walls, Some Brilliant, Others A Hot Mess, Self Portraits, Redish Hair Cascading Like A Waterfall, Down A Slim Collarbone, Some Of Them The Women Smiles, Others She Frowns, Landscapes Of Rolling Hills, And The Moonlight Leaking Through Coniffer Forests, Are Stacked Ontop Of Eachother, And A Mirror Which Stared At The Artist's Face, And Who Saw Her Take Her Last Breath, Climbs Motionlessly On The Wall* *If You Looked Close Enough, You Could See Perfectly Preserved Fingerprints, On The Cracked Glass Of The Window, As If She Were Longing To Be Free, As If She Were A Prisoner, In A Colorful Cell, A Prisoner In Lockless Cage, A Prisoner With Flushed Cheeks, Yet A Face Still Pale, One Who Longed To Express Herself, To The Monarchy, Imprisoned For Creativity, She Lay In This Room, Breathed This Air, Painted These Pictures, Yet Where Is She Now?*
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
A Room In My Soul
*A Door's Rusty Hinges Screeched As It Is Opened, Though The Outside Of This Hall Is Ugly, Paint Chipping, The Scars Of Screams Entwined In Eggshell Trim, The Room Which Lays On The Other Side, Is Full Of Beauty, Is Full Of Tubes Of Paint, Some Which Lay On The Floor, Which Kisses Oak Furnishings, Some Lay On An Abandon Easel, Next To A Canvas, Half Completed, Created By Shaky Hands* *Empty Vases Sit On A Window Pane, Which Await, For The Return Of Freshly Picked Wild Flowers, Awaiting The Return, Of The Soft Glow Of A Candle, A Lanturn Perches On A Bookshelf, Full Of Stained Pages And Ripped Covers, The Stale Scent Of Memories Cling To Each Chapter, A Small Handcrafted Stool, Sits In This Ancient Home, In The Artist's Heart* *The Ancient Smell Of Paint, Is No More, Though The Stains Of Blues And Greens, Are Now Grey As Clay Upon The Floor, Yet Paintings Dwell On The Off-White Walls, Some Brilliant, Others A Hot Mess, Self Portraits, Redish Hair Cascading Like A Waterfall, Down A Slim Collarbone, Some Of Them The Women Smiles, Others She Frowns, Landscapes Of Rolling Hills, And The Moonlight Leaking Through Coniffer Forests, Are Stacked Ontop Of Eachother, And A Mirror Which Stared At The Artist's Face, And Who Saw Her Take Her Last Breath, Climbs Motionlessly On The Wall* *If You Looked Close Enough, You Could See Perfectly Preserved Fingerprints, On The Cracked Glass Of The Window, As If She Were Longing To Be Free, As If She Were A Prisoner, In A Colorful Cell, A Prisoner In Lockless Cage, A Prisoner With Flushed Cheeks, Yet A Face Still Pale, One Who Longed To Express Herself, To The Monarchy, Imprisoned For Creativity, She Lay In This Room, Breathed This Air, Painted These Pictures, Yet Where Is She Now?*
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Golden Silverware, Sits Ontop Of Broken Shards Of Fine China, A Candle Stick Lays On The Floor, The Wood Stained With Misery, Because She Passed, War Broke Out, Hearts Being Punctured With Stakes, The String Of Sanity Starting To Break, A Rose Picked From The Universe's Garden, Then Set In A Vase With No Water, A Watch Ticked Like A Metronome, Conducting Life's Organized Chaos, Every Heart Break Orchestrated, And Every Death A Crescendo, The Subjects Attacked Without Looking Back, Taking The Shapeshifter's Life, Because They Needed To Have An Excuse, Other Than Being Misuderstood, To Distroy Her, More And More Innocent Lives Were Taken, Just Out Of Fear, In Daft Decision, Most Of The Village Was Whiped Out, And One Of The 13 Left Out Of 350, Was The Queen's Killer
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
The Queen's Killer
I have a mental picture. It's what I dream of you. I know I've never met you and know that you're not real. Covered in a black veil, your outline showing through. Draped over the peak of your ******* to the revene between your thighs the more I try to focus my heart beats out of time. I watch you touch your body, fingertips at first, moving slow and rhythmic your mind is somewhere else. I move to kiss your lips the veil is In between, I run my hands  to yours and touch your inner being. I feel my fingers wet your swollen lips invite me, your mouth is open wide. You're beconing to kiss you and slide myself inside. I pull the veil away my head between your thighs, I want to make you ****** and make you feel alive. I feel your legs aside me, nylon clad In black, I want to be inside you, legs wrapped around my back. Two become one as we ****** and writhe, our fingers entangled you stare into my eyes. You push me to the side and roll ontop of me, you sense we are close where one from two will be. You pin my arms down my fingers twisted tight riding there above me holding me inside. You feel my body shaking as you begin to rise, then both of  us are lost and hold each other tight. So if you are that woman with lips of ruby red I hope tonight in dreams you take me to your bed.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
One shade of passion, not 50 shades of filth. The Karma of words
I went hunting with my dad once Around August or September I was younger but old enough to remember Windhowls of the deep forests Sounded like owls everywhere Straying from our camper - I didn't dare It didn't take long    It was almost too soon Anticlimactic & too simple to be true Just planted ontop of the weeds Just a few feet into the brush Lay a pile of stuff Disshevled and unkempt Motionless and covered in burrs Save for the sleight of a gust to weave thru its fur The bones weren't white or polished The cartoons had misled It sat there in pieces & browning, instead Skeletal, like random things tossed together A velcro roadkill tumbleweed Dried out and unable to bleed. My dad told me it was a coyote    I thought, There's no way that was a coyote - a coyote? It's just a pile of stuff
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Aglaia
Fistfulls of dark hair in darker water the expression is not beautiful or ugly just pure survival. When hands do what they're meant to do and you wanna tell him "I just want to drown" and you wanna tell him "I just want to burn out" but he manages to throw your cigarettes away hide every sharp insrument in a drawer flush the xanax down the toilet he says blue is such a lonely color, so he repaints your walls and you scream at him to stop as the sun shines through mirrored curtains. When you are broken you expect everything around you to  be broken. White sheets replace black ones and he traces your footsteps back to the bathroom tiles, smiles says; "let the light in babe" mistakes the fear in your eyes for sadness you have no more room left for sadness and he has no room left for empathy running on caffeine and sympathy. youll take what you can get so the nighttime doesnt have to be darker without him hope he finds your notebook you place strategically ontop of a kitchen counter because surely if he could read that he could understand there are days darker than the ones when you chose to let the light in it will shine on all your rotting parts on your cracked canvases and too-full-dams it will bring sight to the stink that is inside you he will see and if he cannot understand the terrror of that then he is not human
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
There are days darker than the ones when you chose to let the light in.
Body language, it must be her body language I catch myself staring at her confidence, sorry girl if I can't explain this You see your aura shows gold and your passion shines bright Your heart beats fast because of your sleepless, nervous nights Of the thought that a man may actually know how to treat ya, greet ya, and hell maybe show honest affection He may actually just wanna lay with you and hear you speak without any degrating corrections You're a star. Beyond that in this abstract world where you and I are As we lay ontop of the car and I point out the Little Dipper you show me the idea of comfortable love by tomorrow Midnight kisses, sensation from my misses It's the opportunities in life's that we should cherish that's my mission Tear drops coming from a broken mask as we bash and I pour my stubborn heart into her empty glass To find something that can forever last No matter what the sceptics say Girl, I don't listen to chatters I listen to only what my mind will say. Follow me. I wanna guide you. I wanna show you. I know I didn't allow myself to feel the grasps of a good woman But I held on I never released. I believe in the chance of us...can you believe in the idea of me?
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
"Hey, girl"
My most peaceful moments have been when I was alone. In my secret hiding spots, the brush behind a pond or miles down an empty beach. At night when everyone else is asleep, ontop of the roof, Watching the sunrise watching the stars. My most peaceful moments have been when I am lost in my own thoughts. when I have time to think about life when beauty and silence combine and create peace in my heart and peace of my mind.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
Where I Find
she has taken a long term parking spot in my heart she is tye-dye in a three peice suit world she is a grip of smiles in a stash box that looks like a naked girl dancing in the rain she leaves footprints everywhere cause she hates shoes she has never owned a bra and she will be glad to show you shes not wearing one she just showed me...my oh my shes carnival fun and summer camp happy she saved my life when I had a heart attack and has a longterm parking spot in this old geezers heart she is a robust thinker and a deep ocean of stars when she is romancing she has a love in her for everyone and such high hopes for the coming days shes a grip of smiles in a long term parking spot is this old geezers hairy old malfunctioning heart *she bounces into my hospital room and jumps up ontop of me infront of four medical students grind grind grind woman is gonna make sure I go with a smile on*
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
long term parking
Mental health is not a choice It becomes a defect It's visible Yet everyone remains Convinced of this new fashion statement Was my elect And unstableness Is my preference Except here I am Screaming on the inside For normal functions And a stable mindset I am at constant endurance For the hurricanes roaring in my head Crashing into my thoughts Telling me what is rotting   Destroying my homes, Drowning my sanity Even as I rebuild I find myself Falling into the gust of Cycles that ruin me Leaving me in defeat In my decomposing, suffocated brain Handling paranoia speaking into your ear Constant talking You never see But only feel Above your shoulder Then the depression of suicide Filled with emptiness and questioning With nothing being real And you left being numb Only what follows that Is the high of a life Putting you ontop of it Dangling your feet But threats of dropping Start pumping in your blood Shaking, Scared of it all And uncontrollable worries Make your sorry You even went high Gloom in the chase, Death makes you quiet Shelter and safe You escape Until you are bored and furious Lashing out with whips Against your loves Screaming mindlessly Wrecking your things And hurting endlessly Understand how Your constant neglect For the ill minded And ignorance for the defected Telling us to **** it up And how it's our select Is slowly slaughtering our self worth In reality You are the murderer   Telling us We are the romantically damaged Except you omit the hideous pumping chemicals They feed us To satisfy Your false perception Of who is sane And who is to blame Making us even more crazed Day in my life You wouldn't last a second Try to understand This cycle never ceases But will only increase With your toxins And my decay There is no cure And I am left Being adhered to this madness And curving my life With complicated composure Of trying to survive Vicious thoughts And even more Blood thirsty people
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
Mental health
Mental health is not a choice It becomes a defect It's visible Yet everyone remains Convinced of this new fashion statement Was my elect And unstableness Is my preference Except here I am Screaming on the inside For normal functions And a stable mindset I am at constant endurance For the hurricanes roaring in my head Crashing into my thoughts Telling me what is rotting   Destroying my homes, Drowning my sanity Even as I rebuild I find myself Falling into the gust of Cycles that ruin me Leaving me in defeat In my decomposing, suffocated brain Handling paranoia speaking into your ear Constant talking You never see But only feel Above your shoulder Then the depression of suicide Filled with emptiness and questioning With nothing being real And you left being numb Only what follows that Is the high of a life Putting you ontop of it Dangling your feet But threats of dropping Start pumping in your blood Shaking, Scared of it all And uncontrollable worries Make your sorry You even went high Gloom in the chase, Death makes you quiet Shelter and safe You escape Until you are bored and furious Lashing out with whips Against your loves Screaming mindlessly Wrecking your things And hurting endlessly Understand how Your constant neglect For the ill minded And ignorance for the defected Telling us to **** it up And how it's our select Is slowly slaughtering our self worth In reality You are the murderer   Telling us We are the romantically damaged Except you omit the hideous pumping chemicals They feed us To satisfy Your false perception Of who is sane And who is to blame Making us even more crazed Day in my life You wouldn't last a second Try to understand This cycle never ceases But will only increase With your toxins And my decay There is no cure And I am left Being adhered to this madness And curving my life With complicated composure Of trying to survive Vicious thoughts And even more Blood thirsty people
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I’m straining my arms and I’m pulling my shoulders, from pushing each line and carrying our shared boulders. And my hands are burned and skin’s scraped, knuckles cracked and broken fingertips, a few careless words escaped and I wished to push them back behind my lips. I’ve got the motor warm and running, and the waves have settled as they should, I write down just how I find you stunning, I would voice it if I only could. You ask if I’m confident and I tell you I don’t know, can I make an impossible jump, oh holy Holly, I don’t think so. I’m no Henry, no Fonz, no Winkler, I’m not a stunt performer on T.V, I barely run through the sprinkler, I sure as hell will find death in the sea. The rope’s as tight as a fresh noose, and my ski’s barely fit my bottom soles, my hands are clenched just too loose, I would prefer to be sleeping on coals. The crowd’s cheers become a lashing, blood dissolved into the water and salt, an angry tail’s now thrashing, my situation is entirely my own fault. I’m jumping the shark, without a trial run. Leaving an infamous mark, just before it’s all done. I’m jumping the shark, it’s the end to my character arc. I’m jumping the shark, desperation has never stood so stark. I’ve glimpsed shadowed empty sets and walked among great ruins, I’m tired of swimming in regrets, pretty please, can I hide in your flesh wounds? I’ve been taking theatre classes to act like I’m not terribly bothered, but every beach goer casually passes, my body that’s been brutally slaughtered. I want to feel the water the way that I once did, with carefree wonder like when I was a kid. But I always hated the sand, and the way that it encased my toes, but they’re calling me to set to stand, to see how this final shot goes. The hoop is placed ontop of a mild wave, I wish that they engulfed it first in flame, they praise me for being so brave but it’s I, not the shark, that is tame. They’re calling out the term “action” and I look for my highlighted script, I only read a small fraction before I thought it best to rip. I’m jumping the shark, without a trial run. Leaving an infamous mark, just before it’s all done. I’m jumping the shark, it’s the end to my character arc. I’m jumping the shark, cut camera and roll credits in the dark.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
Jumping The Shark
I’m straining my arms and I’m pulling my shoulders, from pushing each line and carrying our shared boulders. And my hands are burned and skin’s scraped, knuckles cracked and broken fingertips, a few careless words escaped and I wished to push them back behind my lips. I’ve got the motor warm and running, and the waves have settled as they should, I write down just how I find you stunning, I would voice it if I only could. You ask if I’m confident and I tell you I don’t know, can I make an impossible jump, oh holy Holly, I don’t think so. I’m no Henry, no Fonz, no Winkler, I’m not a stunt performer on T.V, I barely run through the sprinkler, I sure as hell will find death in the sea. The rope’s as tight as a fresh noose, and my ski’s barely fit my bottom soles, my hands are clenched just too loose, I would prefer to be sleeping on coals. The crowd’s cheers become a lashing, blood dissolved into the water and salt, an angry tail’s now thrashing, my situation is entirely my own fault. I’m jumping the shark, without a trial run. Leaving an infamous mark, just before it’s all done. I’m jumping the shark, it’s the end to my character arc. I’m jumping the shark, desperation has never stood so stark. I’ve glimpsed shadowed empty sets and walked among great ruins, I’m tired of swimming in regrets, pretty please, can I hide in your flesh wounds? I’ve been taking theatre classes to act like I’m not terribly bothered, but every beach goer casually passes, my body that’s been brutally slaughtered. I want to feel the water the way that I once did, with carefree wonder like when I was a kid. But I always hated the sand, and the way that it encased my toes, but they’re calling me to set to stand, to see how this final shot goes. The hoop is placed ontop of a mild wave, I wish that they engulfed it first in flame, they praise me for being so brave but it’s I, not the shark, that is tame. They’re calling out the term “action” and I look for my highlighted script, I only read a small fraction before I thought it best to rip. I’m jumping the shark, without a trial run. Leaving an infamous mark, just before it’s all done. I’m jumping the shark, it’s the end to my character arc. I’m jumping the shark, cut camera and roll credits in the dark.
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Sense of self-worth is something, yet I don't know who I am supposed to be, Say something I could understand and promise me to leave me alone, I don't understand why I have no money and I am obsessed with an image of someone that I can never be, I really want to write the things I could never say and I am affraid to say what I want to write, This is out of my dictionary and the right words never come and I lose the meaning of it all, I am an imitator and a parrot, my feelings frustrate me to no end and precisely everyting bothers me, to be honest, what do I need to do when I smile and grin at the same time? Something is horribly wrong with me and I cannot make sense of my surroundings, this... this is what I wanted to do! Yeah!! Oh, and ontop of that, I'm somehow consuming more than I could chew; there is nothing wrong with me in a way and I care about what happens when I die, Yes, I'm angry all the time and it all starts from one simple word that I did not understand and it goes out to show that I'm scared to be alone and I do want to say so to someone who cares, life itself confuses me so there's no point to even trying, I lie and scream all the time for no reason except when I want to say something .. then I keep quiet, my mind is way too confusing for people to understand so there's no point in even trying to speak, the end is where I begin and in the void I shall end!
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC
Who really cares
In the dark in the room Whistles faintly echo Up to my room "Who's in this house?" And the dread settles in A bag full of lead I can't move And for some reason I think the whistling can see me in here Skritch-scratch under the door Total paralysis still - Maybe, I shall pretend to snore? Two red jewel eyes Materialize At the foot of this bed This Is absurd! I can't even mouth a word! Climbing ontop of me The mare opens his jaws To a dead TV channel That sounds like bee-wings Just about suffocated by fright Then it all ends  Hard heavy anvil feelings And all I keep with me is the dread
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May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Tailypo
Inhale and exhale 46664 times... My heart spent 27 years behind bars of my skinny ribs; I remember every inch of her Tibia and Fibula... The Cold air from our long distance formed cracks inside my heart, luckily these cracks never developed large enough for you to escape. And if you did escape; I'd go standing in the Kalahari desert tracing your every step back to the exact tile where the first syllables from our mother tongue has made the Click. "QuQuQaQa" what if our past was written on stone by feathers of an ostrich? The same ostrich who ate the seeds from our forefathers now growing inside his stomach...    #My bare feet are standing ontop of shining stones similar to the ones found in Kimberley: Kimberley the place where untold stories are buried beneath the Soil of guilt... So, Can you DIG it, Sucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
When Khoi had a Son®
From the beginning I trusted you, but in end I rejected you Because the demons inside shined bright in the night Sadly, we only hung out at night... When your world was already dizzy Mine was too busy to understand the reasons why So my mind decided that a marathon was stunning I only thought of you but it managaed to keep running In this case 28 k but seemed like 28 days Becuase as you know you just dont run the race Theres many days of planning and exercise just in case Now, my heart beats out of rythem Becuase of the precision of your desicion Your words seemed kind but in my mind I knew that they hurt Like you grabbed my heart, played with it, put it back and left it in parts Since then my left atrium doesnt work Its like a inncoent whale that was left to die in the beach dirt And i was simply that... innocent dirt What had I done previous to this that made you act outrageous? But now I know your contagious A disease that brings you one step closer death But now im just once step closer to home I guess Home. A intanglment of feeling like the fibers in my sheets I thought it was a place of love but then relized its just a place to meet My mother was a weird one. Often pressing burdens on her son A seperated family with nothing in commom is definatly more common then Nostradomeous To say I love quotes would be close but theres some that make me simply choke Remember when "like father like son" was an inpiration quote but for me its what kept me a float On the sea of hatred with the destination of dope Becuase of the words my mother chose, addiction would be my affliction A state of pain my mother, father, sister and brother could not feel Yes, this is the shittest deal, but look at me now A person ontop with the world as my partner, Ambition like a morning light because I had the will to fight Only you can make a change your life, not your mother, drugs and neither your wife.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
A State Of Pain
From the beginning I trusted you, but in end I rejected you Because the demons inside shined bright in the night Sadly, we only hung out at night... When your world was already dizzy Mine was too busy to understand the reasons why So my mind decided that a marathon was stunning I only thought of you but it managaed to keep running In this case 28 k but seemed like 28 days Becuase as you know you just dont run the race Theres many days of planning and exercise just in case Now, my heart beats out of rythem Becuase of the precision of your desicion Your words seemed kind but in my mind I knew that they hurt Like you grabbed my heart, played with it, put it back and left it in parts Since then my left atrium doesnt work Its like a inncoent whale that was left to die in the beach dirt And i was simply that... innocent dirt What had I done previous to this that made you act outrageous? But now I know your contagious A disease that brings you one step closer death But now im just once step closer to home I guess Home. A intanglment of feeling like the fibers in my sheets I thought it was a place of love but then relized its just a place to meet My mother was a weird one. Often pressing burdens on her son A seperated family with nothing in commom is definatly more common then Nostradomeous To say I love quotes would be close but theres some that make me simply choke Remember when "like father like son" was an inpiration quote but for me its what kept me a float On the sea of hatred with the destination of dope Becuase of the words my mother chose, addiction would be my affliction A state of pain my mother, father, sister and brother could not feel Yes, this is the shittest deal, but look at me now A person ontop with the world as my partner, Ambition like a morning light because I had the will to fight Only you can make a change your life, not your mother, drugs and neither your wife.
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It's coming up from under Grappling me pulling heartstrings Yanking me down to Dance, dance baby! C'mon lets go crazy, it's our night tonight! Put your hands in the air In the air It's coming up to tear into my guts I can feel its eyes on me A scarlet beam of light lined up on my Throw your hands in the air! Drank, drank drank drank drank Pour it up Ooh c'mon baby Errybody. Come and look Errybody. It's gettin hot in this club Errybody. Grab a body get jumpin'! Errybody. Don't stop grindin' Heavy mechanical breathing It's so close I'm It's got a hold on me This dancefloor is a romantic dream Let's keep the party goin'! Tonight is still livin' Tonight is still livin' Tonight Snarling fangs out now It's ontop of
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
ERRYBODY
Use me, Abuse me, Don't look at me, Just through me. Force yourself Ontop of me, Then let me grieve Quietly. I lay there crying, Soaking the sheet, The uneasiness within me Starts to repeat. Hit me, Quit me, Don't love me, Don't lust me. Break me, Shake me, For God's sake, Heartbreak me. Tell me when it's over, Tell me when you're done, And as long as I'm crying, Just know that you have won. My body's weak; You make it weaker, But you keep taking, You push deeper. And then at once, You're up and gone, They ask for a description, I tell them, *"the Devil's spawn".
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
The Devil's Spawn
A Ghostly Moon Climbed, Over A Thick Tree Line, The Ground Was Covered With Mud, Adreniline Swam Inside Churning Blood, A Lip Was Being Bitten, To Block Back A Scream, A Story Was Being Written, Even Though It Was A Dream Green Eyes Turned To Gold, Ontop Of Wood, That Was Rotting, It Was So Old, Talons Ripped Through The Moss, Her Heart Was Being Tossed, Around In Her Chest, She Wasn't Human Then, But She Was At Her Best A Sly Silhouette, Crossed Her Path, She Was Playing Russian Roulette, But She Faced The Wrath, She Layed On Her Back, To Ask For Trust, Piercing Her Neck, Teeth Felt Like Tacks, It Was Hard To Stay Calm But It Was A Must The Shadow Realeased Thy Grip, But It Didnt Let Her Leave Without Blood Drip, A Cut On Her Sholder, Left A Scar, One She Gained Underneath The Stars She Woke With A Fright, In The Early Morning Light, Blankets At The End Of Her Bed, A Red Hot Pounding In Her Head, She Looked Down, And What Did She See? The Wound On Her Shoulder, She Had Recived
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:50 PM UTC
Shape Shifter