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2018 Does it necessarily called sad even when there's no tears? Does it necessarily called scar even when there's no mark? Does it necessarily called pain, even when it doesn't show? Heart. Break. Heartbreak. I am used to hearing this word on a daily basis. Maybe a little too often, but my point here is, everyone knows someone 'utters' that they are in a heartbreak once in a while. So, what is heartbreak to you? "When someone can't keep their promises while they have the chance to." —Alessandra A. "Uncertainty." —Samuel Wijaya "Friends who leave." —Vivian Loo "Being a disappointment." —Ryon Regasa "When the butterflies are no longer there." —Calvina Izumi "Seeing him smile, but I'm not the reason." —Anonymous "When someone you love, has another name in his/her heart." —Evadne Richard "When an effort to love can't be seen anymore because it is sealed shut by a mistake." —David Halim "When you finally meet someone you love sincerely and somehow they start distancing themselves, and you don't even talk to them anymore and you don't even know why."—Natasha These are some opinions from my friends that probably represent some/most of your thoughts about a heartbreak, at least describe what comes first to your mind after hearing that word. And those opinions also described mine, and mostly represent some of the heartbreak(s) that had occured in my life. Now, concluding all the opinions above How would I myself define what heartbreak is? I would define it as an invisible yet irresistible pain. Headache is a type of pain. And heartbreak is also a type of pain. But we all know that both of them are completely different. When you're having a headache, you know exactly where it hurts. But when you're having a heartbreak, it just hurts. You don't know exactly where the pain came from, even when some referred to their chest ('cause it's where their heart is) or anywhere else, it's actually just the side effect of having a heartbreak itself. Just enough explanation to state that heartbreak is like a nowhere and everywhere type of pain. You can't see and you can't know where it hurts, but it's real. As if it was invisible as it is uncertain. Just because you can't really point out where it hurts, doesn't mean it's not there. And another thing about heartbreak is, you can't resist it. No matter how hard you try. There is no painkiller for your heartbreak, and even if you use something as a pain killer (such as alcohol?), it doesn't necessarily works as one. It doesn't make the pain go away, it just distracts you from what you're feeling, temporarily. It shifts your attention and feelings into something less noteworthy for a moment, and then the next day the pain is still going to be there. You can try to resist it, but only time that can make all of that fades. And even when it fades, it doesn't go away. It never will.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
Definition of a Heartbreak
2018 Does it necessarily called sad even when there's no tears? Does it necessarily called scar even when there's no mark? Does it necessarily called pain, even when it doesn't show? Heart. Break. Heartbreak. I am used to hearing this word on a daily basis. Maybe a little too often, but my point here is, everyone knows someone 'utters' that they are in a heartbreak once in a while. So, what is heartbreak to you? "When someone can't keep their promises while they have the chance to." —Alessandra A. "Uncertainty." —Samuel Wijaya "Friends who leave." —Vivian Loo "Being a disappointment." —Ryon Regasa "When the butterflies are no longer there." —Calvina Izumi "Seeing him smile, but I'm not the reason." —Anonymous "When someone you love, has another name in his/her heart." —Evadne Richard "When an effort to love can't be seen anymore because it is sealed shut by a mistake." —David Halim "When you finally meet someone you love sincerely and somehow they start distancing themselves, and you don't even talk to them anymore and you don't even know why."—Natasha These are some opinions from my friends that probably represent some/most of your thoughts about a heartbreak, at least describe what comes first to your mind after hearing that word. And those opinions also described mine, and mostly represent some of the heartbreak(s) that had occured in my life. Now, concluding all the opinions above How would I myself define what heartbreak is? I would define it as an invisible yet irresistible pain. Headache is a type of pain. And heartbreak is also a type of pain. But we all know that both of them are completely different. When you're having a headache, you know exactly where it hurts. But when you're having a heartbreak, it just hurts. You don't know exactly where the pain came from, even when some referred to their chest ('cause it's where their heart is) or anywhere else, it's actually just the side effect of having a heartbreak itself. Just enough explanation to state that heartbreak is like a nowhere and everywhere type of pain. You can't see and you can't know where it hurts, but it's real. As if it was invisible as it is uncertain. Just because you can't really point out where it hurts, doesn't mean it's not there. And another thing about heartbreak is, you can't resist it. No matter how hard you try. There is no painkiller for your heartbreak, and even if you use something as a pain killer (such as alcohol?), it doesn't necessarily works as one. It doesn't make the pain go away, it just distracts you from what you're feeling, temporarily. It shifts your attention and feelings into something less noteworthy for a moment, and then the next day the pain is still going to be there. You can try to resist it, but only time that can make all of that fades. And even when it fades, it doesn't go away. It never will.
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I am not feeling well does not just mean the temperature you see on that thermometer, it also means my body and it's burning desire to no longer be alive I am not feeling well does not just mean my head feels heavy and I want to sleep, it also means my heart is sinking to my feet and i physically feel it in my veins I am not feeling well does not just mean I need a painkiller to take away the pain, it also means i am dying to reach for the blade and tear my skin apart to feel something I am not feeling well does not just mean the food I ate is making me feel like throwing up, it also means my entire existence makes me sick to the point of death I am not feeling well does not just mean I will feel better after I take this nap, it also means i will take nap after nap after nap after nap hoping to feel alive again I am not feeling well does not just mean my joints hurt and I need to slow down it also means my body is tired of fighting a losing battle and i give up because some days, i wear my depression and some days, my depression wears me
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
I'm not feeling well
Here I am, leg in plaster Nurse with a needle, after me Forgot the brake, can't go faster Now all I get is woe and misery CHORUS I got those wheelchair blues Suffering those wheelchair blues Hear my wheelchair blues I'm singing those wheelchair blues Rushing to get that elevator again Going quick and my hands are sore I'm just too slow, because then I end up crashing into the closed door CHORUS I got those wheelchair blues Suffering those wheelchair blues Hear my wheelchair blues I'm singing those wheelchair blues Showing off and think I'm clever Should have taken my painkiller pill You won't stop and wish I never My fault for trying to go down hill CHORUS I got those wheelchair blues Suffering those wheelchair blues Hear my wheelchair blues I'm singing those wheelchair blues At last I can get out of the chair But things will never be the same Because now it just ain't fair They've given me a Zimmer Frame CHORUS I got those wheelchair blues Suffering those wheelchair blues Hear my wheelchair blues I'm singing those wheelchair blues I got those wheelchair blues Suffering those wheelchair blues Hear my wheelchair blues I'm singing those wheelchair blues copyright Chris Smith
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Nov 8, 2009
Nov 8, 2009 at 12:16 AM UTC
Wheelchair Blues
Your music is sensual, dark and languid Mysterious and **** hypnotic and sultry The slow tempo and rumbling bass drums are a heavenly mix I close my eyes and let the forlorn echoes immerse me In a sea of falsetto vocals and stuttering percussions Your music is enigmatic, puzzling and seductive Pacifying and troubling, calming and cinematic Your champagne crooning is a movie in itself Telling me the tales of a gloomy sex-infused hangover life And it connects to the depths of my soul Even though I've never experienced it Narcotized slow jams filled with samples of punk and rock Transports me to an actual dream world Your subtly crafted harmonies and beats are celestial And your lyrics a painkiller That numbs the wounds in my soul and takes me higher... Your voice is R&B; but your lyrics are ***** rap You take such vile words and turn them into something beautiful and I adore that.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Ode to The Weeknd
The same song looping over and over… The same suicidal thoughts torturing my sanity… Repeats accruing on infinite piles of ruble, Vigorously fighting these thoughts, These demons of mentality, A constant cartwheel of emotion… Always racing… Not ceasing for a mere second… Forcing the pill in my mouth, And then another, And another… The only mental painkiller is death… I feel numb, Darkness seeps into my vision… Blurring reality… The Pain is going away… I feel alive as I feel myself die… Emergency Medical Squads break the door down… I sit there, Watching them cycle electricity into my body as I blindly stare, Eyes not moving, Weak, You never came. I want to tell you I love you until it becomes white noise… Always knowing I love you, Never doubting yourself again… I want to make love until we are one… My body and yours… Sharing the night, and day… Filling senses with pleasure and love… I want to hold you until you are weightless… A feather in my arms… Carry you up to a safe place on a dark night… I want to love you forever… I want to love you till stone itself evaporates into the air as it boils underneath the red giant sun… I want to love you when the Universe rebirths or collapses… I want to love you when the bell tolls, The bell does not mark the end, It will never end, I will love you always, Forever, Not stopping even for a supernova… No matter how lovely, how vivid, how colorful the painting… Toxic fumes are given off, The closer you look the more cracks and flaws you’ll find… No matter how soft the wood, how elaborate the carving, You can’t even begin to feel all the splinters… All the cuts, The closer you get the deeper the grooves… This rusty drain has grown clogged of emotion and dust… Wonderful you say… But that is just for now, Today. My past is dark, dead, rotten, Who knows if the future will be any different. Today I have a moment of peace, You, A bright blue gem shining in the darkness, So pure it becomes it’s own light-source, Echoing beauty throughout the blackness, Illuminating me, True Commitment, Warm and sweet Love, Unquestionable Trust, Seraphic Beauty, Everything I need… I sit here questioning these words… Thinking of the purest way to put them, But emotion is not pure, It’s ***** rough, and raged, But when I talk to you that emotion turns into something different, It turns into satisfying warmth that runs through my body… The past evaporates into the air, Dispersing and losing its importance, You are my future, Not the past.
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Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
Three Five Minute Poems
The same song looping over and over… The same suicidal thoughts torturing my sanity… Repeats accruing on infinite piles of ruble, Vigorously fighting these thoughts, These demons of mentality, A constant cartwheel of emotion… Always racing… Not ceasing for a mere second… Forcing the pill in my mouth, And then another, And another… The only mental painkiller is death… I feel numb, Darkness seeps into my vision… Blurring reality… The Pain is going away… I feel alive as I feel myself die… Emergency Medical Squads break the door down… I sit there, Watching them cycle electricity into my body as I blindly stare, Eyes not moving, Weak, You never came. I want to tell you I love you until it becomes white noise… Always knowing I love you, Never doubting yourself again… I want to make love until we are one… My body and yours… Sharing the night, and day… Filling senses with pleasure and love… I want to hold you until you are weightless… A feather in my arms… Carry you up to a safe place on a dark night… I want to love you forever… I want to love you till stone itself evaporates into the air as it boils underneath the red giant sun… I want to love you when the Universe rebirths or collapses… I want to love you when the bell tolls, The bell does not mark the end, It will never end, I will love you always, Forever, Not stopping even for a supernova… No matter how lovely, how vivid, how colorful the painting… Toxic fumes are given off, The closer you look the more cracks and flaws you’ll find… No matter how soft the wood, how elaborate the carving, You can’t even begin to feel all the splinters… All the cuts, The closer you get the deeper the grooves… This rusty drain has grown clogged of emotion and dust… Wonderful you say… But that is just for now, Today. My past is dark, dead, rotten, Who knows if the future will be any different. Today I have a moment of peace, You, A bright blue gem shining in the darkness, So pure it becomes it’s own light-source, Echoing beauty throughout the blackness, Illuminating me, True Commitment, Warm and sweet Love, Unquestionable Trust, Seraphic Beauty, Everything I need… I sit here questioning these words… Thinking of the purest way to put them, But emotion is not pure, It’s ***** rough, and raged, But when I talk to you that emotion turns into something different, It turns into satisfying warmth that runs through my body… The past evaporates into the air, Dispersing and losing its importance, You are my future, Not the past.
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***What if I say, I am not like the others? Are you afraid of seeing my bloodshot eyes? It ain’t a delusion of your vision It ain’t a theory of your hostile mind Its just an authority to reveal high As you ****** up in the midnight. What if I declare, I like to be a pothead? It ain’t a crime of your filthy society It ain’t a ****** of your hypersexual beauty Its just a power to absorb black hole As you get dissolved in the infinity. What if we believe, we are united peace? Our intoxication could never be slayer as your humanity diminishes   Our immune could never be a flame as your democracy fire burns   Our dealing could never be an acrid as your judgments villainous Our indignation could never be a pretender as your sensibility veiled Our lonesome shadow could never be a congress of love as your realization mortifies And our congregation of morality must have been psychedelic painkiller. What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?     So, who are you crippling our bloodshot eyes, A Social featherbrain? Who are you to stop having "dopetherone" in the town, A godly crusader? Who are you to proclaim the rule against your mind, A phrenetic lawyer? What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?   What if we believe, we are united peace? We will keep walking with our head held high.*** April' 2015
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Cannabis Community
every sad thought the girl contained, she took it out on herself trying to find some "painkiller" she turned to self harm and never looked back l.c.b.
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
self harm
There’s that point Approaching ****** Reaching it Savoring it.... Where I’m absolutely certain I’d do anything for some real *** Or maybe even Just to ****** one more time... I suppose I’ve been in need Of some kind of painkiller And it’s clear now That natural ones may have to do
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
******
Aural sounds of delectation funk-fuel in fervent distillation undertones of jazz-swing in migration electronic clicks and blips for relaxation ambience is my one true occupation. The resonance of sound in rotation the initiation itself a radiation morphological alternation in isolation as the hubbub of voices echo respiration breath in, breath out, in elevation. No underlying obligation, only inspiration and celebration of collaboration revel in the pleasures of sensation like the first discovery of amplification and in its appreciation and stimulation embrace variation in all its illumination. Seek out new music from recommendation the gravitation towards transformation the re-education and regeneration this musical manifestation of civilisation saturated in complex contemplation adoration in meditation the simplest form of gratification the creative urge for diversification and technological intensity of electronic experimentation.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Music is My Painkiller
In your past, this past they weren't valued no one said they were members of the family what walks on four legs and is furry and cute is only to last as long as nature intended and then to be disposed of Veal calves in crates, taken from mothers on the day of their birth to make more milk for humans, horse slaughter for glue and foi gras, ducks and geese locked in a vice grip of their cages metal tubes rammed down their throats and force fed until a liver disease develops, painful, but given no respite and served as a delicacy and fur coats from animals skinned alive right here in America still when mink farms are outlawed in the Netherlands and two million dogs and cats skinned in China every year not to mention other horrors and no one cared or looked their way because they are only animals, and voiceless and helpless and no one cared to give them a voice or advocacy "that's why they're there, for our use, people still say" who profit from an industry of suffering And today, there are people who try to give them a voice and there are veterinarians who will try to help you with your member of the family, as he suffers, in his old age a bag of fluids hangs from my exercise bike, and intermixed with my medications is the painkiller and anti-nausea pills for my dear old friend whose pancreas is failing and father, this is foreign to you you pretend it is a crime silence is the only thing connecting us now I hope you enjoyed your last barrage of unkind words I think you did. The saddest thing I've learned about people like you is you feel better after such an attack, to see me reeling, bleeding on the ground and you feel better, calmer and purged. A kind of misbegotten peace settles over you an exploitive peace from another's tears and pain And yes, father, there were no agencies to give a voice to children when you were young no CPS, to aid my nine year old ***** friend as a code of silence enveloped her attacker to protect him, the one who destroyed her But today there is a small brigade of a modern kind of love to give a voice, protection, soothing to the ones who can only suffer at our hands and not protect themselves from our wrath and exploitation and it is a better world for that, father for my furry pancreatic friend and for any other nine year old **** victims here
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
A Modern Love
In your past, this past they weren't valued no one said they were members of the family what walks on four legs and is furry and cute is only to last as long as nature intended and then to be disposed of Veal calves in crates, taken from mothers on the day of their birth to make more milk for humans, horse slaughter for glue and foi gras, ducks and geese locked in a vice grip of their cages metal tubes rammed down their throats and force fed until a liver disease develops, painful, but given no respite and served as a delicacy and fur coats from animals skinned alive right here in America still when mink farms are outlawed in the Netherlands and two million dogs and cats skinned in China every year not to mention other horrors and no one cared or looked their way because they are only animals, and voiceless and helpless and no one cared to give them a voice or advocacy "that's why they're there, for our use, people still say" who profit from an industry of suffering And today, there are people who try to give them a voice and there are veterinarians who will try to help you with your member of the family, as he suffers, in his old age a bag of fluids hangs from my exercise bike, and intermixed with my medications is the painkiller and anti-nausea pills for my dear old friend whose pancreas is failing and father, this is foreign to you you pretend it is a crime silence is the only thing connecting us now I hope you enjoyed your last barrage of unkind words I think you did. The saddest thing I've learned about people like you is you feel better after such an attack, to see me reeling, bleeding on the ground and you feel better, calmer and purged. A kind of misbegotten peace settles over you an exploitive peace from another's tears and pain And yes, father, there were no agencies to give a voice to children when you were young no CPS, to aid my nine year old ***** friend as a code of silence enveloped her attacker to protect him, the one who destroyed her But today there is a small brigade of a modern kind of love to give a voice, protection, soothing to the ones who can only suffer at our hands and not protect themselves from our wrath and exploitation and it is a better world for that, father for my furry pancreatic friend and for any other nine year old **** victims here
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What is sadness for the mind of madness It might be odd to bear witness, but the mighty warrior who welds words like weapons With shield of indifference, will no yield under falling havens What hurts is that small tinker of needle Plucked from the rose we touched in haste What is sadness for the mind of madness It's saying take care instead of I love you It's saying goodnight instead of I miss you It's saying bye instead of stay But no, we'll not say… will not plead For the painkiller needs to be kept on the shelf Not be taken as a meal A toxic relief, Not something that they need to keep, note to self stitched in skin : keep away What's happiness to the mind of madness It's fear nothing else
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Fleeting
Let me laugh, Let me laugh when I want to, Let me laugh to forget you, Let me laugh. Ha ha ha, Yes, I am happy, Let me genuinely laugh, Let me laugh without thinking. Love, Make me smile, Make me want to feel it, But I can only laugh, So, please let me laugh. Indeed, laugh is my painkiller, Laugh is my medicine when in the crowd, Laugh is my friend when I feel alone, Laugh is my sun to my darkness, Please let me laugh.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Let me Laugh
Painkiller by Judas Priest (Glenn Tipton) and later covered by Death (Chuck Schuldiner) - Faster than a bullet Terrifying scream Enraged and full of anger, he's half man and half machine. Rides the metal monster, breathing smoke and fire, closing in with vengeance soaring high He is the Painkiller! This is the Painkiller! Planets devastated, mankind's on it's knees. A savior comes from out the skies in answer to their pleas. Through boiling clouds of thunder, blasting bolts of steel, evil's going under, deadly wheels! He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Faster than a laser bullet, louder than an atom bomb, chromium plated boiling metal, brighter than a thousand stars! Flying high on rapture Stronger free and brave, nevermore encaptured. They've been brought back from the grave With mankind ressurrected, forever to survive, returns from Armageddon to the skies! He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Wings of steel Painkiller Deadly wheels Painkiller
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Metal Appreciation (Painkiller)
life is rampant, and when suppressed, it can blossom into a violent flow of emotions that are stronger than any painkiller a doctor can prescribe.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
december thirteenth, two thousand fourteen
gnaw red your bone in the aliform of dream this allocation of my guts spreads lips onto stained paint buckets I never meant for us to be beautiful adding music to every line that came out your mouth— a moth-springing butterfly its wings no longer dusted but dried and wasteful. it was the paradox of doubt and I cried through painkiller night
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
In your flame I find respite
You were a drug to me, babe. You weren't the medicinal kind either. You weren't just a painkiller. You weren't an antidepressant. You weren't a Xanax. You weren't ****** You weren't even the good kind of drug. You weren't ****** or **** or ecstasy. You were the kind of drug that messed around with my heart and left my brain feeling clouded. You were the kind of drug that left me confused and feeling worse than before I took you. But I did. Again and again. I told myself I would break this vicious cycle of unscrewing your cap and hating myself for it afterwards. That I wouldn't draw back the plunger and force you into my veins anymore. But I didn't. Again and again. I told myself you would be the death of me. Every high you gave me left me feeling lost in the clouds. I might as well have been six feet deep.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
Clouded
We fight the fight for the hopeless romantic Love is a battlefield You never know when its going to hit you in the face Love is a painkiller You want the truth I believe that there is someone out there for everyone But once you got them Dont let them go You'll regret it Then you walk alone in the world Walk alone intoxicated with regret I stare at the foot prints of my life I think i lost my true love Love is Pain Pain if love
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Hopeless Romantic
How do you perceive the world A world as dark and happy, Suppressive and full of opportunity, As another headache or painkiller, Or as much of a heartbreak Or heart-filler? Where does one draw the line In the figurative dirt of Trust or mistrust, Of isolation and lust? How have you been conditioned to view this world? Through two windows to a compact machine Cogs and gears turning, calculating... What am I seeing?
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Windows of Opportunities
Freedom is the urge That breaks out inside of us that makes us want to run. An unseen Parkour of hands and feet. Covering the threshold of walls and windows. An key to an apartment Of untold potential. Seen as a window, A causal gaze. Things once seen as 3-D now seen  2-D. Coming to the realization of just who we really are. The desire of choosing to see things as brand new A stillness of sorts. A new brand of simple. Holding on to a rail debating on whether or not to jump or hold on for a moment longer. I. The infinite compliment of the heart. Choosing instead to run escaping, The unfortunate pleasure of being chained in schizophrenia. Gorillaz beating an untamed drum. A constant pound, hands and feet becoming the ultimate form of expression. The scuffle of feet over the sound of concrete. Lost somewhere in the city. Gorillaz beating an untamed drum. Holy **** my thumbs are up. Unpaused ****** expressions, Revealing perhaps way too much. A cup of cold noodles quietly waiting wholeheartedly. Next to the gorillaz loudly stating otherwise. Them. The painkiller to an over twisted wrist, Procrastination is a *****
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Gorillaz Lost In Boredom (Gorillaz tribute )
Swallowing pills                             again                                        &                                            again Trying my best to get high again on the feeling, drugging myself up to remember the feeling of your lips, your warm touch, and inhale your deodorant, that succulent scent. I want to be sleepless, and think in the night. And be happy, or sad, either one works But I guess I just want to remember I’m alive Happy,              Sad,                      Nostalgia that drains me, happy memories turning into sour nightly thoughts. I think of the dark night sky, and I thought there was once stars in your eyes, yes, maybe. You made me higher than I’d ever been, and I miss you my dear dear happy pill
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
Painkiller
Skin crawling silence, everytime we'd draw close. . she always knew how much she could wound me, what a devilish threat she posed. . we knew no language, but the one our eyes discovered every second, hour or day. . how she would jaunt her way through me and take away the words I'd try to say. . her eyes. oh, they taunted all that I ever had faith in, all that I ever believed. . I discovered devotion in them, there was nothing more I'd wanted to achieve. . and yet she must never know all that I want for her. all that I want us to be. cause, the rejection would be something no painkiller would ever heal.. - Aks, HeArt.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Painkillers & Heartbreaks.
Chains of heart strings locked away by fake queens Time behind a cell wall I wonder why love is a crime Punishment from something that my heart commits But my brain a bystander to an attack on beauty Witness to pain from someone meant to be a painkiller Your lying lips sounding like old movie scripts Bounding me to the cold corners of this mental cage Prison tattoos consisting of scarred arms Associates in romance and nothing more Holding hands just a misdemeanor You’re leaving me on parole.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Chains of heart strings
Ever untouched by prying eyes Your incandescence knows no price No quantity of gold could wager Your glimmering translucency For beauty sits through frosted glass It knows no mirror image In sunny spells it lights the way Just possible to distinguish At night it sits upon the lake Which ruminates inside your head To change you but remain unchanged To glow when couples wed You are the anthropomorphism Of waves on a summers day You are the moment two opposing Paths conjoin in harmony In the instance your cover’s blown Your reflection sits untampered For that instant your delicate soul Lies naked, conserved, unhampered For all of this I sit in awe As viscous silver streams Carve channels at your feet Ejecting precious molten metals Which ignite with scorching heat I find the strength to sit up Then rise up onto my knees Put out your hand and pull me up I feel so deeply of your beauty I cannot help but smile When I think of your gift to me It strikes me that time has passed Since the sun shone to illuminate Just how grateful I am to have an Opposing path through frosted glass A flower to my unkempt leaves.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Natural Painkiller
She took a Motrin And she immediately dissolved Because all she had was pain
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Painkiller
Anodyne eye's Narcotic lip's; Analgesic kisses Tranquilizer hip's. Soporific eyebrow's Lashes Heavensent; Skin anesthetic, Relieving me of Death. Morphine Amour', ***** bliss, Painkiller door's; to Thine soul I feedeth. Thy voice a sedative, Thine hair calmative, As thy nose maketh Me warm when I'm cold, As an expensive wine, or neuroleptic. I'm higher then The universe, inside of thy psyche; it's cozy there, none Place to compare, I'm at home, Simply: wherein all is right. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley (Filipino rose) dedication
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
Morphine amour', ***** bliss