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#sundayrepost Morning!. Mourned your dreams, Dreaming in sins. Sincerely win, Winters icy dawn. Adorn your outfit, Outfox Queen or King. Kingdoms slaves, Slaved in minds. Minding you lose.
SHe lets me listen, when she moves me, Words are not like other words She takes me, from under my arms She plants me, in a distant cloud And the black rain in my eyes Falls in torrents, torrents She...
When you touch me, planets in sweet collision, * quietly violent. * When you hold me, bullets in conversation, * violently quiet. When you know me, poetry in ecstatic creation, intricately simple.
You are the beautiful silky piece of ribbon holding me together Keeping me sane Fear of losing you, of you unraveling and making me fall apart causes things to spill left and right as I feel you...
#bestofopuss I just like this one.
The coming and going , The rust lamp shades showing in which way the wind is blowing So I'll keep my spirit , like river Flowing Until corpse crow starts Cawing This maw needs sawing Mind...
it's not me. it's you. I've got my shit together. I'm ready to go. been at it for years. you're going slow. If we were engines. I'd be your gear. turning and turning. facing fears. you'd be a gear.
"He who has lost his shoes does not forget how to walk, the man who looses his house does not loose his home and it does not take a man who shovels manure for a living to recognise bullshit when he...
8 months ago - Dull. Grey, lifeless, boring, so utterly dull. There was no point in looking outside of my bubble. Then this streak of colour cracked my bubble piece by piece.
What's the sound of heartbreak. Is it quiet or is it loud. Does your percussionist vacate When no further love's allowed.
Love is the name For this heartache game I fold my cards Let down my guards Losing another hand Slowly I stand Can't hold a poker face But I still leave with grace Love is the name For this lonely...
Some use words as though they're knives, They'll slice the air and ruin lives, Cut the mood then fear arrives, Move through your veins in swooping dives.
Breathing is something many people take for granted. But there are people who realize that the 'catch in your breath' and the word 'breathless' are all very real statements.
The sky turns black with anger, The sea, a well of pain, Sulphuric tears and bitter years, Acrylic in the rain.
My eyes cradle my tears until they can fly from their nest. Once flown out on their first journey, their existence becomes suppressed. Their birth was not a easy one, it was only though my admittance.
The gentle drip drip, Running down every drain. The heavy pound pound, Cascading, thick rain. The sad splash splash, Unwanted tears of disdain. The merry pitter patter, Someone's sentimental gain.
Your smile goes off Like a gunshot In a crowded room, Silencing all The critics with their shit, Shouting down those Who verbally undress, Oppress, Society and normality Are meaningless, Starting my...
These are our final moments. I would have liked to stay. You laid too many tripwires. That just got in the way. It's like a mental minefield. Too painful to traverse. Be careful where to step.
My name is purple. But I am not. I like to paint the town red. And let my mother see red. I like to attend a black-tie event. And see my friends get green with envy.
16+ Bad words A voice lost in a never ending chatter Words discarded like pieces of fecal matter A stream of pish that deserves to be flushed So many thoughts that need to be...
Words flow like blood from a wounded heart on a cold, cloudless day. Words pour like wine from a paper cup in a vague, meaningless way.
My Madame Butterfly Will she fly from me. Or will she stay with me.
Envy - is when someone walks around with a pocket full of *that should've been me* Hate - is what happens when you put a shotgun to the face of understanding and it cowers in the corner Truth - is...