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TrustTrust.Hard to gain. But easily lost.The effects will always remain. Unless we pay the cost.Instead of abiding by the same
ParanoiaParanoia.I don't want to be this way.But I can't help but feel this way.No matter what you doOr what comforting words you say.My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.And that's why no matter how much I love you.For some reason I will always feel cheated.So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.There are only so many false accusations you can take.There are only so many false promises I can make.There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?How long will it take for me to completely trust you?Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.There are only so many times I can say "I a
ProfaneFlames running over my body,burning vividly my skin.Your devilish hands and tonguecovering my whole being with sin.In vain, I attempt some resistance...How can your touch be so profane?I surrender to your treacheries, andlike a prayer, repeat your name.There's no longer any purity in me,and corruption becomes my elation,Still, every time we're close like thisis when I really believe in salvation.
Fruitful DecayIn a long-forgotten groveWhere the fruits of folly grow free,Flowing with the juices of lustAnd self-indulgent vanity.The trunks are crimson-stain'dBy bloodshed of wars gone pastThat left the kingdoms desolateAt the hands of relentless wrath.Twisted by ambition and greedTheir arrogant wills bore envy's seedAnd when their plots finally floweredThey were consumed in those final hoursAnd as the nations fell to ruin,The heavens too began to rot away;Leaves descend onto the forsaken world,Trapped in the birthplace of moral decay.
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:So here, sit down, get down;Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,Everyone in the house just sit and roll;Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead MonkYeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.Eight dee six damage added through and through,'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...So I sit in a tavern restin' up,While the DM fills his restin' gut.And his mom comes in the f'in room,"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!""Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?""Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!""But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?""Yeah I'll have some mom ju
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetswho tattoo their stanzas into my fleshwith ghostly, typewriter fingers.I live and breathe their worldly disasterslike a nicotine addiction I've never had.Drowning in their scribblesI kiss their shoreline romances,envy their Annabel Lee's,& carry their hearts in my heart.I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:a half drunk, hungover limerickwaiting to happen.I am jealousy:nothing more than weak words,& a tongue-tied cliche-but death becomes me.
St. Valentine's DayHe left today.The fourteenth of February.A celebration of love turned sourThe roses wilting on the pathAround your numb bare feetAs you sit, trembling, disbelievingClutching at your heart.How did it end like this?Disagreement, anger and tearsAnd an indigo bruise upon your armMind flicking through the memoriesThat he just stole away.Your paper dreams in tattersTorn butterflies on the breezeSodden with the sky's cold tearsBeating out their harsh melodyUpon your fragile roof. Drip, drop. Time stops.
Forever EyesIn another lifetimeYou once told me;'Forever has green eyes
'That felt '
like a gentle breezelike breath along skin.' - I countered in disagreement--No. I believe in contrary;'Forever has dark eyesThat burn like coals into history'Behind unfamiliar faces--The flame of forever soulsCandles in the darkest age. 'Remember love--A breeze can extinguishThe spark of a candle.' 'Perhaps
But a gust of the wind,Can fan an entire forest fire.' Our moments,Familiar heartbeatsSimply sighs in time.
(nothing)Sitting on this bus,I know that I am distinctlyseparate.I am the absence of this bus,and the other passengersas well.There is some sortof truth to this;some sort of credencethat I can'tplace my hands on.(I am not the paper, only the foldsmade by my fingers.I am not the blankets,only the indent left behind.I am not the rain,only the dry spotsmarking the pavement.)Even when I'm standing still,I am not the air.(I can only hold it in.)
Darling DaughterI often wonder what she would've looked likeI know it was gonna be a girlI've always wanted two girls and one boyThe boy being the youngestPerhaps I'm being foolishDreaming about the futureBut you already made this future happenWe made this future happenYou and meShe would have your eyesYour magnificent green eyesAnd strawberry blond hairHer dimples would be faintAnd her smile would be perfectShe would've been tallNot too tall, but not too short eitherReading would've been her favourite hobbyShe would've loved everything we loveShe would've been just like usThere would've only been one differenceOur daughter would've had friendsHer open and friendly personality would've been cherishedNot just by usBut by everyoneEveryone would've loved our little girlShe would've loved everyoneShe would never have a reason to feel sadShe would always be happyHappy because we loved herShe was so excited to meet usAnd I herShe would've been so beautifulShe would've
Tomorrow won't be remembered.Some days I just want to write.Write but no words come out.Those jumbled thoughts won't make it to words.How am I supposed to explain myselfwhen all I can give is silence and stutters.Other times I just want to scream.Scream from the frustration of the wordsstuck in my already cluttered head.Sometimes it makes me want to fall.Fall away to another world where onlymade up dreams come alive andthose words are forever forgotten.Or maybe even disappearbecause sometimes invisible peoplehave lives to live too.They say I'm crazy.because these fucking words don't make sense.and to me, that's okay.I'll just dream away my life anyways.Tomorrow will not be remembered.We are only made up words stuck inside our heads.Only sometimes do they come out.
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsare about you. allof my intrinsic, righteous habitsare a closed off vesselof God’s deduction of you. seveneighths of my dayare earned and spent by thefraction, misusingmy imagination over your silence.dear stranger,you have stumbled on to a path notdestined for you to take. youare turning circular tables, neverchanging, do you notsee the irony in that?i imagine you walkingmy unfamiliar, light-devoidroad of the void in my experienceas a human being. you see, i am stillsuckling and gigglinghalf-God at the idiots in weed schooland mediocrity is my forte, i’vebeen told; i know only,how to walk the earth lightly, hownever to hint at your dismissaland existential uprooting.i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your bodyhigh. her sighing wakes you up; in her armsi imagine you feelingthinner and so,so naked, just like me shell-shocking youwith my acute, unbeardedwisdom.you deserve a poem, you need
It's Just Us and the Birdswe are as pious asbaby birds,screaming in cathedrals and witches' chimneys alike becausewho's to tell us that they're not the same,dear? we can only hope to beinnocent enough for the chimney sweeps;for we aren't in the safety of the tree branchesany longer.our swift-beating hearts framed inskeletal promises are fragileas summer flowers aftera hailstorm;caught up inthe embodiment of inconviction-we will always be torn betweenup and down [yes and no right or wrong?]and forever try toreconcile that.despite us beingtwo long stomachs foreating and shitting,we've still embraced ourselvesin down-that's a miracle that can't be bought at any pricewhilewe're alive, butwhose bullet flies faster, theirs or ours?we just don't have the required muscle to survive in the coldso find a way to make i
so i never went back.ilately, the curve of your shoulderbladeshas been tattooed on the insides of my eyelids,and the weight of your heart has settled alongside minein my chest, like it's found a home.your eyes would fly if they could,just grey enough to make you think pigeonand just blue enough to make you think bluebird.if my feet were lighter and i weren't weighed down by the chainsof sorrow and tiredness and scars,i would follow you into the sky.iii made you a dreamcatcher with bluejay feathers on it.a gold (not really, but it looks pretty) key charm hangs from it,flanked by beads and feathers and fluttering ribbons.its intricate design reminds me of you,and now- funny thing-i can't bear to let it go,because i feel that to give it to youwould be to lose a piece of you.iiiin the four a.m. darkness,i think i hear you whispering to me,but that's impossible.we are separated by miles and milesand by people that will never understand us.sort of like a modern-day r
Husband and Wife Supposed To For LifeIf there is a place where you know you will goKeep some seat for meLike the flowers you bring homeKeep me a seat--And don't let it go.If God wants to grab youSnatch you out of my lifeI guess He can have youHe's more than your wifeBut if you have any sayIn the matter of dyingPlease ask Him to leave youAnd please keep on tryingIf the doctor is guardingYour heart beat and soulTell her to stay thereDon't let her let you goAnd if you have any personalStake in staying with mePlease love, come give itLet us just beIf something else snatchesYou out of the darkRail hard against itLike fire from a sparkLover don't leave meI can't take goodbyeFrom the person I cling toOn whose shoulder I cryMake time, God make timeDoctoryou tooDon't take my love from meDo whatever you doTo keep lovers safeSafe, not apartGod, doctor, youDon't tear us apart.Husband and wifeSupposed to for life.
The Celestial Indigo Travelleri.he swore off vengeance,instead seeking solace in the stars.awash in a robe of fiery colour,he flewto the moon and back.ii.i convinced myselfthat the orbits of Neptunus andUranus were yet aligned.iii. i don't believe in gravity,he said,it’s a conspiracyto make us all believethat we will stay groundedwhen one day we will spiralout of control.iv.i spoke to the watersand sung with the sky.v.he gave me cheese fromthe moon and an elephant’s tusk.vi.i traded with the forest fairiescheese from the moon fora lock and 3-D glasses.vii.he gave me a key anda cup of teaspread your wings,he said,it’s time for you to stop holdingonto what cannot be fixed;and fly with me to the moon.viii.i said,what use is it to soar throughthe skies, pretending a life ofgreat fantasy and pleasure?what use is it to live with yourhead on cloud ten?ix.he spoke to me with a batedbreath, mixing fumes of stardus
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfA pretty doll in a shopShe sits and waits for her time to comeUntil her loneliness stopsShe waits and waits, full of false hopeThat someone will come take her homeBut when all the other dolls have been boughtShe wonders why she's still aloneShe spends her time thinking aboutHer imaginary faultsAssuming that she's ugly becauseWhy else has she not been sold?And to this day, she's wanted to sayWhy am I the only doll that's still here?She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waitingFor something she once had that disappearedEmilie sits upon the shelfA pretty doll in a shopShe sits and waits for her time to comeBut her loneliness never stopsShe's so fed up that she's stopped tryingTo be the perfect oneBecause deep down she already knowsHer perfect one has been and gone