| 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...) |
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| 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....) |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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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