even newer more new poems...
yay! I got my style back! these poems I didn't think about while I wrote them... which means... they're all random and subconcious and stuff... which is how I used to right... yay I got it back!
COME

crave liquid tears
clear drops of blood
come here, away
come near, far gone
one less sting
one more prick
on death I lay
on my will stay
my breath still
more trouble air
much disturbed
much offered, taken
each petal in your kiss
each drop of poison I miss
every tempting in your lips
every, yet to list

(who knows what I was thinking... I don't remember writing this...)
SOUR MIND

what's in your thoughts
that slows them down so
what have I brought
making you run down low
how could it be
that what's in me
mixes and lingers and twists
add another name to my list

and she says she needs some time
but she's only tasted lime
and the sweet is yet to come
cause it's only just begun

what's in your brain
I've left for a while
how could I be sane
with you in such denial
how could it be
that the scars so pretty
you hide beneath his touch
you can't miss me much

and she says she needs some time
but she's only tasted lime
and the sweet is yet to come
cause it's only just begun

what makes you think
that this red is unseen
water rises from cuts
and the color is lost

(meant to be a song... sung by a guy... and stuff....)
MISSING
let them come
I can take it
full blast
I'll have to fake it
and I won't scream out
for my fear
and I'll scream out
when you're not near
cause it's taking me over
my skin's all that's showing
two leaf clover
missing my other half
stripes on a shell
until you break it
let them come
I can take it
MISSING

and they come again
breathe through your lungs
they use your mind
and you think you're useless
they come again
lost so much
they take twice more
when will you say no
and they come again
lock your knees
and they bend them
then they leave
you forgive them
and they come again
ADMIT OR AWARE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.....

I'll admit I'm aware of it
stop abusing your head
I admit I'll be fine
and you're better off dead
I know of this feeling
want to lick lead
can't stop repeating
what's never been said
breath on my shoulder
this monster I've fed
fall over earth's surface
to land in my bed

the ink of my eyes
color in red
on a well beaten path
don't you follow the tread
when you reach a point
where needle meets thread
I'll admit I'll be fine
but you're better off dead
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