CupidCupid,You sadistic cherubAudacious impToying daringly with emotionAs if a pious godA visageOf that petit frameHanging on a wallCarved of stained glassSneering and leeringYou rain arrows of hot[pink] deathHoming towards A throbbing heartVictimized unfairlyNot arrows Bolts, which first crushStriking the heartStruck suddenlyLove-struckAfter the armeggedonYour quiver always emptyAnd I findThe bolt which pierced my heartHas no twin
A Prison of TextStareAt this worldI suggestedNotice every breathAnd blinkYour self-conscious selfThose blinksFlashed shutting and locked eyesAgainBody relaxedRead - Black textListen - My voice in the headOnwardAllow your eyes To Follow These WordsFollow them D These O Steps
More or LessShe, part of something smallerTying knot with cherry stemFragile likeHe, part of something largerGnawing on fingernailsFragile likeShe, a mother's childHe, a bastard childFragile likeFragileAvalanchingMetamorphosing Fragile likeSitting next toHe, a strange man withOut of benefit of doubt onA nightshift subway carSomething smallerSomething largerLike a passenger of saidSubway carSitting next toShe, twisting a cherry stem
Ssakcaj ot arettel aI'm sorry. I truly am incredibly sorry. I know this isn't the place to be saying it and I'd prefer to say this in a less formal way. I also know that it doesn't compare to what you have already felt and what pain had been inflicted, but it is the only thing that I can do.To clarify, . It was a joke a play upon Groucho Marx's quote, "I wouldn't want to belong to a club that would have me as a member." I did not mean to direct that towards you as a person. Granted it was a jest.. If I knew what I know now I definitely wouldn't have said anything remotely close to what I said.The fact is, the reason why you were hurt is my fault. You aren't
TypoHow do I convey what I feel for youWhen everything is a letter awayWhere the real distance is only between the correctly punched keysLocked between a hasty future and the temptation to erase every mistakeIn the language of societal pedants, it is considered a mistakeBut.. I gladly keep this one, incorrect as it maybeI will not rewrite what I really meanI speak not in the tongue of man but of the language of heartLove is blind except for that certain feelingThe feeling we feel when I sayU Kicw Tiy
FullLove is a tank full of gas.It is the 1 dollar 90 cents that allows passage across the state boarder.Love has always been the subway metro card that is filled the hopes and dreams of a reoccurring future.It is the first step through the gates, the one which is in rhythm of the heartbeat and knowledge of being closer to "that specific someone".That first face-to-face encounter.Love is another tank full of gas. It is the 1 dollar 90 cents that allows passage across the state boarder. It is the metro card that is filled not only with currency, but still with the invested hopes and dreams of a reoccurring future.Love is the secondi
Pope of the StreetsDo you see that man? The one with three socks and a untied boot.He is the same man that walks on the left returning to his cardboard shanty.As he walks with a limping pace, the thoughts in his mind churn inwards like a vortex and up past the clouds his two eyes gaze.Often, such as now his eyes will be averted to the concrete way of which he walks, forced brutally out of the daydream. His two eyes which catch his muddied sock and tarnished boot, suddenly realizes that not even those are his.And though his life seems to conflict with his wisdom that he mutters silently, "you can't lose what ya' don't got."So he walks onward, to the ri
Mental JunkyardMy mind is a junkyardFilled with useless silenceTowering foundations of thoughtsCluttered with anxiety and fearBut, this is my mind..The labyrinth of contradictions Puzzling, spiraling, calamityDimly lit and trapped with vanityPride, self-righteousness, laziness, and lustAnd this is my mind! A junkyard.Clouds high above made of sootSelf-conscious paths that jag with anglesGhosts of past and apparitions of futureWhere the only way to tire is to not travelThe finite boundaries of pre-conceived notionsAnd still, this is my mind.At the paradoxical heart of this junkyardA lone flower in the darkBattered by shout
My Face She left in a manner fitting her personality -- sudden and without much of a scene. The last words that she spoke to me still echo in my mind, her warm breath ticking my ear as she whispered, "Remember, I love you. Got it?" My tears that day was a silent response meaning "I don't understand". That memory... A fading silhouette of that girl, the shadow which extended outward as her strides became a flicker in the horizon. When I heard of her inevitable departure my reality spun, blurred, and twisted. I was paralyzed as part of my soul shattered. Everything she has done for me, the things she taught me seemed less important now that she was go
Da Sleet Ghostda sleet ghost. paralyzin you wit da blood chillin stare.you cant hurt it ya cant kill it ya cant kill it!ya cant hide from it so run niggaz as fast as you can. da sleet ghost makes ya wish you could diebut you run as fast as you can.just remember it will find ya and end your respiration an blood circulation.da sleet ghost cant die fortunately fo you,you can
An AngelMy angel, Come ComeTo MeMy angel would call me sanctuaryMy angel, with an ardent embraceMy angel, Entrancing meF R E E I N G meWe, would be so happyWe, with a profound loveWe, wanting usLoving usBut...I, would shut her awayI, with a cold stareI, selfish[K|e|e|p|i|n|g] herSo, my angelFlyInto the jugging light of a purple translucent skyScatter your tears away from hereSeek anotherWarm your heartSmile again not of love, but joyMy angel, Fly
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Girl-Next-DoorHer sweet creamy voice exhales smoothly in the ear.Behind lax petit lips she giggles which refreshes the heart with fluttering.Her eyes are softly lit with the wonders of the world; they are scries into her soul.Silk-esque twines of hair glisten while revealed in the sun.She is full of innocence and cheer.Who can captivate this fanciful creature?Her heart and soul free as nature itself.It cannot be bound.Watch her delicate stride of cheer.Fantasize, step into her mind.And wonder about her when she disappears.
BeatsIt's like the hum of the bass line at first, can you feel it? The vibes floods into your ears, chains along your spine, and tickles your feet. What is this sensation? You've even paused your fast paced walk to listen. When you think the blend of vocalized patterns terminates, you look down defeated... But, wait... There's more! Streaming to you live, a clan of riffs that escorts the melody safely to your soul. The quickened pace of flourished strumming, captivated by the sublime wave of music, your heart beats rapidly. Realizing that it is beating a bit too loud, as if anyone could hear it. Acrescendo of miraculous beat, a rhythmic clapping o
UntitledThe star carnivalBelow lunar lightThe hushed affectionBoth eyes stareThe calamity kissWith perfect pairThe blissful reliefA rushing right
Good by -the Pen-I am shadowy hand lusting For vocal symbols churning minds Words Sweet, tangy, possessing submissive frothChillRefreshingTingling all sensesConjuring the figure With creamy voice Expressing perfect articulations Bubbling forth Bursting to little light sparksLusting For the perfect person Uttering the perfect wordsAgain without pen Knowing Married to tugging certaintyAll words will be lost NowIt has Damned...
The Family My family, if I had to describe it best in one word I guess it would be "magnetic". I know, it probably isn't your typical response to this sort of question, not your usual "fun", "loving", "happy", "unique" but "magnetic", yes, that is the word that I feel connects with my family the most. Let me explain: my mom is possibly the most kind person ever. Her cheery outlook, that soulful smile... The tone of her voice conveys a slight pensive selection of words and unease, but as she speaks, it is apparent that her fear drains away leaving a radiating smile -- confident and sure of what she said was the right articulation, in which, it usually i
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