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Freedom is VanityHey everyone, look at me!
So independant, fun loving, free.
I do what I want and I'll hurt who I will.
You're only alive if your willing to
Who's love stands in your way
Wont accept you because
Are far to immature... So fuck 'em.
It's not like I try to be vain
Ugly people just hurt my brain.
So what if the mirror is my only friend?
How can you expect me to
Who's love stands in my way
Wont accept me because
Are far too insecure... so Fuck 'em.
So fuck 'em I say.
Aspiration of an Oceanic TrunkTwisters in an oceanic trunk
Crinkle a tapestry of pores
By five digits aspiring
To consume as ten-thousand.
Running heeds unwilling tremble
By siege of counted counterparts
Bloom inverted lip filled sails
Arched intrepid axal spine.
Opals crossed by snakes of hair,
Jaw tight with slacked position ,
Here accelerates spindled toes
curled against intoxication.
Hole Spackled Toxic TorsoSliding bars and simple stalks
Grind across a metal floor
Where crates filled with broken glass
Incinerate a static mesh,
All this atop an oil freighter
Is poured down my strip strep throat
While I beg to cure and cater
To keep indebted psych afloat.
Jar of pickled relative past
Fouls spring-loaded rusting horse
Stamp it through a cerebral shell
force hole spackled toxic torso.
Incarcerating first note
Stave menial inquisition
No textbook bypass wrote.
Melodramatic CataclysmSwallowed to the hilt
Of melodramatic cataclysm
Embalming feral tapestry.
Trepedate with non-admittance
for failure to adhere
To a bruised digested fruit.
Hunger to a paste.
Foreclose the wailing ignorant.
Soapbox muffling delirious
Nourishing template of suffix fuse
Grappling elder swallows
You bruise the bound to shackled one
Find the ominously misplaced
Relocated a trampled pause
Asphyxiate viral nuisance
For non-existent future cause.
Taint all that I am, I beg you.
Turn me inside out until I have
Nothing left to offer.
Convert these boyish missgivings.
Entangle me in your web of
Splendor and Disaray.
I long for my brokeness
Sevor my resolve.
I demand my emptiness
Shatter my everything.
You come as beautiful as the wind
Then pelt me with your hail,
And though I know to cast you out
I submit and let you bruise my flesh.
You can have me
Break me as you will
Abuse me as you see fit.
You can't have me
Take your hand from me
You're worth less then spit.
Sex in a CanMy pants want off!
My hips want free!
Only then may I,
Proclame my love to thee!
I'm bursting with love
Of the purest kind.
So what if love
Wishes to grind?
I be a "he"
And thou art a "she"
It was written in the stars.
It was meant to be.
I knew when I first
Set eyes on your face
Which is above your breasts
And your dangerous place.
It was love at first sight
Or so it would seem
By the way my shorts
Are soiled with cream
For what is this "love"
But a pelvic glee?
If achieved at first sight
How deep can it be?
Man chases woman
Woman chases man
The world needs a life
and sex in a can.
Parasitic MemoryPurest phantom from a thousand yesternights
Send me to your alter so that I may pray
And give penance to the savior of my desire.
One more breath to satisfy
This parasitic memory.
Overcome my will,
One more touch to clarify
Your bitter deliverance.
Crashing self denial
Grows beneath a crooked whim.
But ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
And ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
Wicked CrutchI must
Attempt to consume and devour.
Alleviate this weakness
That leaves me shattered disorient.
Destroy and break free from the
Consuming flames of my
Wicked crutch, my
That wish to drag me
Down into this relentless hollow,
Down into this bitter winter
Of your gravity that's consuming me.
Sweet intoxication, bleed not
The anger of my guilt, of my greed
Of my faithless desire for your
DoorsThere is a scratching, rapping... a gentle tapping on the doors. My heart jumps, my pulse
quickens. I can feel the energy surging through my veins as I lay my head and close my eyes. I'm
running through the coradors of my psyche, hoping desperately not to lose that seducing glow.
Dashing in and out, out and in. I see a line, a second, a third. Now a face is etched into my
mind, lines exagerating a bold jaw line, face twisted and contorted. The feelings well up within
me and burn into my hands until I can no longer help but take up my pencil. First the eyes, deep
and dark... then the arms, twisted, bound. I cannot Hear the words spoken around me, nor see the
people passing by, for my entire consciousness is consumed by this precious object before me. The
presence beyond the door that once gave me its gentle beckoning now demands my answer with a
resounding boom echoing each sparatic beat of my heart. Biting my lip, I tap into the bitter
sweet feeling that longs to connect me. The door b
Would you love me if...Would you love me if I told you 'bout my past and wayward ways?
Will you love me when the past returns and haunts my nights and days?
Would you love me if I then confessed about the way I snore?
Will you love me still or will you then show this boy to the door?
Would you love me if you learned about the girl whose heart I crushed?
Will you love me even though I'm shy and sometimes even blush?
Would you love me once its been made known I quit school in ninth grade?
Will you love me knowing that my life 'til now's been a charade?
Would you love me even though my family name is barely known?
Will you love me when I'm old and gray or will I be alone?
Would you love me if you knew I once lived 'neath the Brooklyn bridge?
Will you love me if it seems I live my life close to the edge?
Would you love me if I got down on my knees and held your hand?
Will you love me if I give to you this shiny wedding band?
Would you love me if I worshiped you and gave you gifts of gold?
Will you love me and ma
DesiresI want to be
The poem you love
Your gorgeous eyes.
I want to be
A star in the sky
To give you light
In the darkest time.
I want to be
Who your fantasy
I want to be
The heart that feels
Your endless hug.
The sweet wind
I want to be
To touch your cheeks
I want to be
When our souls
Will sleep together.
Will be your pillow
During the whole night
I will kiss you.
The secretThe moon
A veil of clouds
A path under its light
A warm embrace
Hidden from all sight
Stars all around
Oh so very bright
And meet again
Every single night
Eres muy especial para mi: cap 9B: "la besa de nuevo" amo tus labios amor
B: jaja me haces reir!, eres muy tierna e inocente
C: no lo soy!
B: claro que si! en este momento estas haciendo puchero como niña pequeña!
C: ash! "se enoja un poquito"
B: jaja ven aquí! "la toma y la jala hacia el besándola nuevamente"
Desafortunadamente en ese momento entraron Mordecai y Rigby a la oficina, descubriéndolos así besándose, a lo que ambos respondieron con una cara de sorpresa y boquiabiertos.
M: l-los dejamos solos?
R: WTF!!!??? no sabia que eran pareja
M: ahora entiendo por que esos apodos tan cursis
B: wow, wow wow! esperen un momento! no estamos saliendo ni somos pareja
R: a no? no mientas Benson! te descubrimos con las manos en la masa!
M: o en Camila?
R: quedo mejor
Mordecai y Rigby se ríen.
B: BASTA! SALGAN DE MI OFICINA AHORA MISMO!!!
R: ah claro....quiere privacidad ¬w¬
M: jaja entonces los dejaremos solos ¬w¬
Mordecai y Rigby se retiran de
There might be usYou might take take a walk with him by the river.
Yeah, he might just take you for a walk.
And you might admire blooming cherry slivers.
And he might take your hand and even sweet talk.
You might go to movies with him, once in a while.
Yeah, he might just take you to movies sometimes.
He might make you laugh, you might make him smile.
And he might even kiss you when the hall dimes.
You might sit and talk to him for hours.
Yeah, he might just listen to you talk.
You might bake him cookies, he might buy you flowers.
You might even feel safe when he kisses you goodnight.
You might share a week with him; or a month, or two.
Yeah, he might just let you stay around.
You might even think you can make him love you.
He might even let you believe you are right.
To give him your whole world, you might even dare.
Yeah, he might just say 'I love you' a couple of times.
For some time, he might even pretend he cares.
For some time, you might even believe he does.
Better ForgottenYou keep asking me questions
But you're holding my breath
All I want is a rescue
But I'm drowning in death
All the flowers are wilting
As the dark grows around
Thought the ice might be melting
But it just fell to the ground
Had your own misconceptions
Of what this might be like
With so many directions
How could we both find the light
All the sweetness has rotten
And it's bitter and tough
It's all better forgotten
Than forced on for this love
thief of wordsyour piercing silence stabs my head
the eyes that I loved are closed forever
now our moments are flowing in the paper
but my literature needs more words
so I write yours like if they were mine
to fill the blank parts of my soul
that is the destiny of the broken poets
A letter to KaosuEveryday and every night I think of you...
Everyday I always ask myself will I see you again...?
But at least I know he loves me...
No matter what I'm doing or where I am I always this of you...
You, my love...
Even if I'm not alone I still think of you...
Even when I'm in a birthday party I always tell myself "if only you were here..."
I never felt for someone this way before~
Mort D'eteClosed to the lights
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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