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The same routine falling into place. Trying to breathe but can't find the space. The inside of my mind is a whole different case. Running, giving it all. Still not winning this race.
You're life is on fire There's a blaze a mile high It's burning, it's twisting Smoke fills up the sky I'm screaming and shouting So why don't you hear.
A child was once concieved,. It started off extremely small. The child was full of hope and faith. And the power to conquer all. The child was simple to the eye,. But beautiful all the same.
In the jewelry box is all things beautiful. In the jewelry box is all things glittery. In the jewelry box is all things gold. In the jewelry box my necklace hides my childish secret.
Fields of concrete stretch before me, The fast hum of herded traffic making their own animal noises, Sounding both rough and grisly. Farms of humans breeding Both pedigree and mongrels share a pen.
#household. I wear my cover,. Like a coat,. To shield me from the rain,. Of prying eyes,. And wicked lies,. To stop you causing pain,. What you see now,. Is just a shell,.
#Household Inside, we move as clockwork. We know each other's ways. We could move as one, like this, For minutes, hours, days.
Cant you see Your floating right next to me Or am i blurred Just a fuzzy pixelation in the night Keep your eye On the north star while you fly And spread your wings And take to the sky I can see...
Embers in the fire, Not dead, but not a flame, Be careful, they're still hot, And they just aren't the same As a blazing hearth, Or a timid candle-light, They seem pretty useless, But if you touch...
Ahoy, first mate... We're off to get a 'fish'. So let's pull the anchors, And fulfil this wish. The weather maybe choppy, The seas maybe rough...
Click on the lightbulb, The light in the dark, Seeing past all your troubles, Lending you on your way.
Within this life there was a time, When on my soul this bitch did dine. She ate my heart with greedy haste, Not a morsel did she waste.
There's a dragon in my bedroom Stinking out the place, Huffing out its rotten breath In everybody's face. The family often wonder What it eats the night before.
. ICE WHITE PRISTINE BEAUTY. THIS PUBLIC FACE SCULPTED BY LIFE, IS BUT THE TIP OF MY EXISTENCE.
Pull your curtain Let me see The love you say You have for me Say it's good Say it's fine But you seem To draw a line We've been together For too long For me to simply play along To know that we are...
This crumbling shell needs a lick of paint A bright young thing it certainly ain't The years have been hard some would say unkind No point in dwelling, no way to rewind.
Tear at me selfishly, pull me about or toss me to the floor. You will not see me shed a single tear because I don't care any more. Treat me just like an old rag doll because I can't feel a thing.
#household Allotropes of carbon, A thousand different moulds, Each one of us a story. Nine months 'til we're told, Then we learn and we stumble Not only as infants Into a world So new and...
Tendrils of green lace the poetry walls. Leeching the blood of those she enthralls. Finding a crack she works her way in. To inject her poison, a glorified sin. Poisonous ivy looks coy at a glance.
When he's sad He paints the clouds grey. When he's angry He fills them with forks of lightning. When misery becomes too much He hides his tears Until they fall as rain.
Whenever you're down, or feeling sad. Read this story, and joy you will gain. At least I hope I can make you glad. Though my story is all about pain. Born to a miserable life, was I.
From the darkness of night, To the brightness of day, My eyes never see it, A path along my way.
I take little pleasure in being unkind. I don't particularly like being cruel. But one thing I like far less than both, is being taken for a fool.
If life was a ball of string, Unraveling as we go, A trail of a twisted, cotton thing, Everyday we'd see it grow.