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Terms Oct. 2nd, 2015 @ 11:09 am
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What are men compared to dreams Oct. 2nd, 2015 @ 02:53 pm
I create men out of lies.

Did I really fabricate these ties? Is this bond I think you and I have, solely alive in my head? And what about me and him?

Leaving is tearing me apart inside. As would staying do. So where do I really belong?

What should I do? 

Masochism. (Poem) Sep. 25th, 2015 @ 05:30 pm
I've got dead skin from scars
And thats a metaphor you can see
Flowers are fragrant,but these thorns sting
You gave me band-aids but only stitches cab help me
My skin is a plain canvas
How boring must that be?
"Art is madness"
I say as this blood splatters all over me.
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
Current Music: Escape The Fate - Ungrateful

Sep. 21st, 2015 @ 09:13 am
Swingin’ soul from nevermore
Holy sinner outlaw
Drinkin’ crazy
Angel lazy
Once again before no more

Soulin’ swinger down’n’down
Screamin’ uper under ground
Motley thief who stole the crown

Mad breakdanser on the roof
Runner quickly without move
Easy rider
Crafty spider
Don’t  make sure – do not  prove

Mirror Aug. 28th, 2015 @ 10:28 pm
I find you distasteful to look at,
and cannot bear the sound of your voice.
I would never have elected to be here
had I even been given a choice,
a choice of where I would like to be,
of who I would like to have been with.

You disgust me.

I know every little secret,
every filthy lie you have told,
and I am not above sharing it,
telling everyone you have known.
What made you think they would go away?
How did you expect to be normal?

You fill me with outrage.

There is nothing you could ever say,
nothing that could convince me that you,
you the pathetic, simpering fool,
are worth more than the dirt on my shoe.
Stop lying to yourself, like you do,
and accept that you don't belong here.

I pity you.

Do you think that you can prove me wrong?
I don't think so, and neither do you.
If you did, then you would be out there,
keeping a hold on what you can lose.
But you're not, you're just in here with me,
and I'm everything you deserve.

I hate you.

a silly poem Jul. 20th, 2015 @ 09:21 pm
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ALL OF IT Jul. 17th, 2015 @ 10:12 pm
i want to be your man
catch you by the hand
roll in the sand
naked all day
crazy in love
forget where we are
lose track of the clock
feel your pulse beating
sweat in the light
run wild all night
swim in your water
dive deep into you
i want to live
fast as I can
hot as a pistol
tight as a wire
burn on the outside
rage on the inside
break every rule
defy every law
hear every note
i’m going to die
as high as a fly
in the blink of an eye
in a blaze of glory
be a shooting star
a shower of sparks
a fountain of gold
on fire and alive
if you come with me
we'll be Bonnie and Clyde
taking that ride
but if you stay
make sure to say
i went with a bang
no trace of a whimper

Rigor Mortis Jul. 12th, 2015 @ 08:36 pm

She was beautiful, like how the sky kissed the sea;
and how the sea embraced the sand.

She was beautiful like all the other things that were meant to be.

She was beautiful; perfectly imperfect.
Like the calluses on your fingers and the scratches on your skin.
They hurt a little, but somehow they felt different.
And different was good.

She was beautiful as she closed her eyes for the last time..
And there was I, slowly becoming a memory to such wonderful piece of creation.

Even her death was beautiful. Even her coldness was lovely.

No More Candy Man Jul. 8th, 2015 @ 06:59 pm
so that’s how it ends
not a bang, but a whimper

the logical conclusion
mutually agreed upon
coolly checking myself in
a day I never dreamt of

it’s a cold day in July
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love you forever

nineteen eighty 4 Jul. 8th, 2015 @ 02:46 pm
Will I see the end of this world
Arnold and Willis and the rest
of the testosterone crowd
going their thing
big guns and bigger punches
right on the kisser
yippee kai ay mother fucker
those broken faces and decapitated heads
bringing in the big bucks
mad is Max is mad
as Ripley screams maternal fury
towards some xenophobic roach
with sharp teeth and a bad attitude
a space punk rocker
eating brains to the timeless tunes
of the Sex Pistols zombies
or Metallica mosh pits
Ronald Ray Gun
Mick A Leo
Gore Ba Shove
is that a new dance?
I don't know
My mind is rattled addled
with base and crack and pot
luck sucks
these are the words of the day
just say know
do you no
that is
what's the time
Hammer time oh oh
40 ounce
malt liquor
broken glass
public enemy
that's me
Mr. Ballantine
green bottles line the wall
where the bricks once lay
but now I do
I'll be back.
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