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In my headshe is beautiful
one of a kind...unkind
yet special in her own way.
hard to handle
but so easy to love and be around every single
she is the moon that lights up my darkest days
the star the guides me when i am lost
in the desert of my own madness
after walking astray.
she is the crown i wear
before a crowd that wishes
i were dead.
i am victorious although miserable
in my own head.
unintentionalson, i am the gun
and you are my bullet
that made your mom explode
and come undone like a puzzle.
we are one and the same
that is why we must both wear a muzzle,
but you are the only one to blame
which is why i must test my muscle on you...
it is the only way to undo
what i have done,
redemption for all except one...
the tumor we call an accident.
unintentional damage upon the one i love
i must amend.
In heavenIn heaven, all the small children
play in a field of daisies
made up of tissue paper...
In hell they play in a pit of fire
with pitch forks, knives and razor blades.
where are my shades?
i think i might be spending some time
in the latter.
Even the mad hatter,
wishes upon a shooting star
because fallen angels are the most attractive
centerpiece for any table no matter how sane you are.
Ill kill youit hurts daddy...(sobbing,) please stop i don't like it!!
you are the worst of all
the people around me.
i really thought you were here to protect me?
i guess i was wrong...maybe i was a bad kid
and needed some guiding all along
come punish me one way or another!!!
after all!!!!!you are my father and you must know what is right
i am too young too know anything at all!!!!
but why is it that i feel this anger and hatred inside me
i will someday kill you, slowly...with my own hands till i pop
one of your lungs...
emptiness is blueemptiness is feeling blue,
in a pink parade of happy faggots
where black and white get high on glue
and tiny pills that resemble maggots.
life has been beer and skittles
for way too long...
the same ol' tune and angry voice
playing back in my ol' favorite song.
"Rock 'n' Roll some stranger down the hill"
when we are drunk off our ass,
is a game that we play when sipping liquor
and smoking grass.
but its all the same,
nothing but fun and games
that have grown old way too quick.
don't know what else to do,
now that blue has turned
It's back on me making me sick?
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
a study in smilesyou don't like
the bitter taste of sugar
and I find the faces you make
you have my number, but
you never text me- I can
count the number of our messages
on my fingers
(but even your one-word texts are special to me)
you snapchat me instead
and I find that I don't mind
because I get to see your
face that way
you like showing me
pictures of your five-toed cat
sleeping in funny positions
and quotes scotch-taped
onto your bedroom door
and I love making your face
light up by telling you I watched
the YouTube link you sent me, because
I don't think you smile nearly
we're both a little messed up
and ripped up in the corners
but we fit together like
our hands interlock
and it might not be perfect
(perfect is too weak a word for what we might have)
but it still makes me smile.
It's Crazy, but I love you chapter. 1
(Paul X Edd)
It was a hot night and the two animators were doing voice acting of their episode. "It's just the sound of NO ONE CARING!" Paul shouted, into the microphone, Edd paused the tape and laughed, "That was a good one, Paul!" he said as he patted his friends back. Paul blushed a bit, "hehe yea..." Edd smiled. Oh god, whenever Edd smiles Paul's heart just skips a beat. It's been two months since Paul started to like Edd.....more then a friend. "well i should be leaving" Edd said grabbing his things. "Uh...Edd?" Paul asked, Edd turned around, "yeah?"
"er...." Paul begin, he started to blush madly and his brain kicking the hell out of him saying, 'Make the move!' Paul grabbed the microphone wire, "you forgot this" he said and gave it to Edd. Edd grabbed it, "oh....thanks" he said. "Night" Edd said and left. Paul smacked himself, he sat down and sighed. How was he going to do it? How was he going to ask Edd? Paul picked u
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
DADACherry-flavored liquid candy
Gave me many, many, many maybes but nothing certain.
Confused to the point of absurdity,
DADA is my forte.
Ride your hobby horse in the living room
Of your parent's home,
I am immoral but mortal so don't worry...just kill me.
I will love you more if you promise to break my bones
Because this abuse is just so normal.
Perfumed kisses make me Ill,
Nothing is real except for this growing desire
In me to seek and kill...
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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