Get the Hell Out Of Here.She smiles, death smiles, the miles are building. I'm swimming and choking for air at the surface. These buildings are paintings of my lonely life's dreams. She screams, death screams, we're wings on the altar.Get the Hell Out Of Here.
So soundless it's eerie, the night throes are yielding. I find that it's common to feel so damn worthless When this home is a prison with stark-white walls, The bedroom grows silent to hear me when I fall.
Someone once told me to live like I'm dying. "I'm trying." I scream by the breath will not spend. I see burning fast demons lining the easiest route. Shu
CookieThe night sky, they say, is the darkest blue But I find myself disinterested in hue. And I dream only of the stars shining through. The white, white longing to start over new.Cookie
This world, it is endless, but our time is short. We must place hands on the sick to do our part. And we can throw paint on paper and call it art As long as no one thinks to look back to the start.
Maybe we're lonesome, maybe we're banded. Or Maybe we're saints, or maybe we're bandits. Or maybe we're tasty and melt on the tongue. Or maybe we lie around until we melt in the sun.
Ruining PerfectionYou are nothing of the man who found me. Torn up and bleeding on the side of the road. The time you took was beautiful and I am strong. But with my strength I have grown boldRuining Perfection
So I ask. Who are you then?
The shivers that controlled me when I first saw you Have left with the warmth in your kisses. I feel remorse, but subtly and I do not cry. It is your fault you could not teach me, you are too pensive. So you dream. But who are you then?
You walk like you always have but I find no tact in it. I smile just like I always have so you won't see. But I know my eye
| I write because I'm bored. Or sad. Or angry. Or happy. Or someone asks me to. Or I want to feel special. |
A note.
I love your poetry
cause u smoke cigarettes like me?
well..?
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thank you, you touched me deeply...
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