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D on't deny your lust, A ll that will do, is hurt you. R elinquish all your trust, K iller instincts. turn to. S ituations dark and grim, E ncased beneath the scenes. C hanging degrees of sin.
#acrostic #justabitoffun. (M)arvellous miraculous, magnificent to boot. (E)ach and every part of me escapes the wraths of truth. (M)aniacally mischievous and maddening I'm sure.
I am in Barracuda Mood, Breaking free of shoals, hunting bigger Fish than me, craving today a Delicacy, raw, delicious fresh, Sushi from the city.
I've found while trying to recollect my early years some of the memories aren't mine. And now I think I know why.
Windows to the Soul Unto the eyes I look and see The soul of the wretched, catastrophe Revealing its lies to you and me Of chaos and greed, true belief Terrible lies of death and grief Horrible...
Who am I. I'll never tell.
#acrostic H ow can you stand it.
So I'm a maniac. Doesn't matter because. So are you. I run through the nights a full speed. I run through my life at full speed. Oozing cravings. Drinking wants and needs. You are the same as me.
Mirror mirror. On the wall. Will you catch me. if I fall. Or will you simply look away. Waiting for my price unpaid. Mirror mirror. What is it now. Can't you hear my bloody howls.
#acrostic. Darkness provides the backdrop. Reality ends, conscious stopped. Entering a world of pure fantasy. A world where emotions control what we see. Memories sometimes twisted and shown.
Light burns through bruised blackness, its purple indigo scars fading, healing. The golden color washing it all away with graceful, elegant strokes. I'm caught in between.
i was being dragged down by these pricks. utter pricks. i ran my fingers through the wet paint as soon as they let me go, leaving me to discover. my cuts were cold and fading. i want that razor.
How do you know when you are in the dark. I knew I was but not because the room was dark but because I felt darkness inside.
I woke up one day feeling not the same, whats going on.
The rain, the storms, the showers... They last for hours and hours I lay in the dark In fear of my thoughts You see it's from them that I cower The rain, the storm, the showers...
To me they are always kind Really, I should pay no mind Unless I'm being stabbed in the back Still, I'm not; so why do I feel attacked. That hasn't happened in a long time.
Kind of a song... Kind of a poem... Enjoy.
You're amazing You're great You really are the best.
#acrostic C an't you see she's struggling. H ow can you not see the pain. A ll these lies, fake alibis, L oop ropes around her brain. L iving is a burden, E ven she can't cope.
Close your eyes against the light, The orange, blue and blazing white, The flashing sirens in the night, The city that won't sleep tonight.
Battle of the dog and the wire. Neither of them will tire. The dog has your arm. Tonight he's very calm. But the wire wraps around. It's like you're pinned to the ground.
I walk these halls. Frightened. Anyone could be in here. I wouldn't even know it. People could be watching me. I could be murdered. But nothing ever happens. I just scare myself.
I know I said I'd stop it, Just one more go, I swear, It helps me at the best of times, A comfort: cause it's there.
#opussweeklychallenge Most days through my window, I watch her as she passes by. She's four now and attends the local primary school just at the end of my street. I was it seems going out of my...