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Don't Ever Take Me Seriously.
Tonight the pen is my pistol. Cock it and put it to my temple, but I don't really want to die; no, not yet.Instead I write as if I can ink away the pain. The bullets are my words, meant for cutting and carving out chasms… -
Dead End Road for a Dead End Girl
"I thought that you were sleeping When I found you there in bed I found you there in bed When I touched you you were freezing It turned out that you were dead" ~Alkaline Trio: Dead End RoadTonight I'll curl up in bed alo… -
The Best Part of BELIEVE is the 'LIE'.
They gather at the church every Sunday for reassurance that god loves them. They have to believe that or they'd feel so alone, and no one wants to be lonely. So they gather at the same time on the same day of the week an… -
FreeForm, my only lover in the end.
You've got to turn back farther, glances over your shoulder don't count. You're not looking far enough; See past the horizon, see into space. Go on, look harder, see whats out there...waiting; waiting for the wind to cha… -
~~~City Streets When I Dream~~~
Standing under this circle of streetlight, Standing alone, I fought the good fight, But I'm falling like the snow of the season, Falling faster and faster without reason.I remember cold city streets late into the night,… -
Lost in the Shadows
I blend in so well here, but isn't this what I love? Camouflage at it's best. Douse this dense forest in fog and blackness then drop me off and leave me wandering. I can stumble through the darkness forever, never k… -
First emotion-driven poem I've written in a while...is it evident?
Running from the things I fear, running from the things in the mirror; demon's I won't ever outrun, and the fighting's never done. Glance back, hold in a scream, carrying with me sanity frayed at the seam. Sanity's threa… -
No Expression, No Emotion, but the Words come anyway...[where's the passion?]
~~~Killing Time~~~ "And so the years pass..." ~Stephen King: Lisey's Story.Hours are infinite in this desolate place, There's no expression upon my face. I can feel the clock ticking in my veins, Put the knife to my wris…
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