EverydayEthereal leaves drift by her window in the deathly red of an autumn's glow, a setting sun, set to turn you blind, or maybe it's all just in her mind.Everyday
Ghosts of hands - caress her face -
of former lovers, and in their place, a dismal emptiness inside that no amount of smiles can hide.
There's nothing wrong, she'll still walk tall, she bears no thoughts to 'end it all', She wont die here, not this go-getter, but really now....is that better?
Trapped in happinessShe's beauty but I know she's cursed I love her but I'll come off worse, I couldn't leave today, but I wouldn't want to anyway.Trapped in happiness
There's kindness in her torture, and I can't help but watch her, I'm trapped here in this mess, but it brings me happiness.
Safety in numbersAnonymous faces are our Saving graces when pouring our hearts out or sharing our fears.Safety in numbers
Our private confession outspoke to the nation our secret seclusion includes All their ears.
A properly structured poemI wanted to write a circle, that starts and ends with the same line, I wanted to make a clever point, about the tidiness of time.A properly structured poem
I like the thought of symmetry, The way things work out elegantly, I like when poems rhyme for me, but also when they don't.
I like for there to be a start and a finish to my thoughts, a conclusion's always comforting, so:
i found you naked eating roseI found you naked eating rose petalsi found you naked eating rose
Being hungry one day,
and stranded with no food,
I decided to feast upon my heart.
The first bite was extreemly sweet,
and tickled my taste buds
as it danced around my mouth. The second bite was rather sour
and I was almost forced to spit it out.
Holding my heart in my hand,
with the bitter after taste of sour flesh,
I reazlized that my heart
was of no use to me any longer. I cast it aside and went forth
to new and better tastes,
the
Organ
backlog
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my war paint is sharpie ink
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Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you’ll be criticized anyway.
You’ll be damned if you do and damned if you don’t. - Eleanor Roosevelt
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I'm crazy
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You Don't Know What Love Is You Just Do As Your Told
R.B.R ~ Join The Russell Brand Revolution
Cheese Is A Type Of Meat, A Tasty Yellow Beef
Forever the Wolf In Me Will Desire The Sheep In You - Toumas Holopainen
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Still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets.
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You Don't Know What Love Is You Just Do As Your Told
R.B.R ~ Join The Russell Brand Revolution
Cheese Is A Type Of Meat, A Tasty Yellow Beef
Forever the Wolf In Me Will Desire The Sheep In You - Toumas Holopainen
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that is the difference between me and the rest of the world, happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand euphoria
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Dreams are journeys that take us far from familiar shores, strengthening the heart, empowering the soul
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