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no titlehold our breath so we don't make a sound
figures of black creep into light
holding the heads of their enemies
up high in the air
shivers go up our broken spine
as the hues of red become visible
we long to scream and run away
but that's just how karma works
ash - collabthrough the window pane, through the dreary glass
from outside my window, the world turns to ash
the bright glow of fire, the smoky fog overhead
convince my subconscious that i'm better off dead
let the smoke fill up my lungs so i can no longer speak
'cause my words are so old they could be an antique
watch as it spreads through this ghost of a town
i don't give a fuck let it burn to the ground
a game of chance - collabbirds chirp from within my ribcage
playing the xylophone on my lungs
saints become sinners in a game of chance
with every breath, the clock ticks by
chance is fate, and fate controls chance
perjury keeps us a bay, but we're left asking why
why we feel alive when we're clearly dying
dying for the irony that was thrust upon us
as we make a mockery out of the stars
we're laughing, stuck, in-between the bars
screaming will get us nowhere,
silence will drive us insane
but deep inside, who's to blame?
glasswishing on shards of broken glass
that are cutting through my veins
famously adrift in my own train of thought
too bad it's crashing
cold air pirouettes on exposed skin
motionless in a sea of green
mixed with the rusty taste of red
overflowing into oblivion
back out.sell-out sitting in a blackout
you don't write for yourself anymore
you write for approval, renewal
but that's not good enough for me
schizophrenic menace"doctor, please cure me. I can't think for myself!"
(there's blood in the bathroom sink and jars of fingers on the shelf
fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me)
"doctor, there's something wrong. you must agree!"
"no there's nothing wrong, you seem to be fine.
if there was something I would surely see a sign."
(the living room is covered with plastic, so there will never be a stain
when he comes into the house and I shoot a bullet through his brain)
the truth is.you think you're a star on the rise
but the truth is you're plummeting to a
gone with the goners
we'll never know
you think your words bring joy
to the living and the dead
but the truth is you can't write
about feelings in MY head
losing it.and we both know
that the sun won't shine anymore
because we've made a deal with the dark
all that's left is vacancy signs to illuminate the night
and the lonely hearts will sing hallelujah
to forget the blacks and blues
painted over fragile skin
there is nothing left to lose
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
Not-so Idle ConversationYou are like the sky in so many ways.
Let's begin with the fact that you, as a person, you are so vast. I could spend years talking with you and still not know the workings of your mind.
For the most part, you live your life underappreciated. People take you for granted, thinking that you are too common-place for their notice, when really, you are just way over their heads.
Sometimes anger clouds your countenance and rage flashes behind your eyes, but never for selfish reasons, for you are always practical and thoughtful of those around you. I also see you on normal days, the times when nothing clouds my vision and I see the true blue of your personality. People don't know what they're missing.
Your words. You choose them ever so carefully, always gentle and unsure like rain on a windowpane or a breath of wind. How refreshing it is to listen to you!
When night calls, you don bold colors, alarming shades of pink or red like sunset, a facade. A mask that men call "beautiful."
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