'I Wonder' Landcry a little more until the sunshine will retreat retrace it's steps out of my pores sink through the floor so I can sleep'I Wonder' Land
pure remorse and boredom
mix a cocktail called regret I've drank myself to death but it just hasn't hit me yet
I seize and smash my face and soon replace my tears with blood callous, much like alice hide in bottles, brave the flood
this rabbit hole may hold me but it scolds me 'til I wake to hide inside my mind, I find is just one more mistake
Fireworksthe day began with fireworks familiar unfriendly explosions exposed and unpredictable expiring in my peripheralFireworks
fragments that augment each August a chasm; which, in it's spasms fractures boundaries and love so boundless; a certain soundlessness
pounds on a door I'd meant to seal permitting you entry for centuries
when the sky lights up like a brilliant thought my stomach lurches a hurt so pertinent that curtains fall furious to bury us
They set fire to the sky and call it beautiful. If you recall our brutal fall
refuse
Concessionthough one day you said you could never be morose I saw the real you on days I saw you getting close it seems she's been your shield so I hope this never passes even though your love will always ward off my advances I used to say I love you but I'm forced to change the tenses though nothing in this world will ever bring me to my senses yet all I ever wantedConcession
was to be part of the crowd the only part that hurts me still
is that I'm not allowed
RavenousA raven stands in the park by the sea surrounded by friends, yet as tattered as me a shame to the public he sifts through the rubbish he eats pieces of it he takes what is free.Ravenous
Absorbing the sun brings him warmth in the day but there's cold in his heart as the sun fades away a heart scarcely beating his time always fleeting he flies, though he's bleeding he wants to be saved.
Each time I near him he flees to the side believing that he need avoid to survive his terror bereaves him those eyes still don't see him my sympathy's treason &
I love your poetry so much that you are on my "Devious Info"
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
I figured it'd be a crime to allow you to continue on with life thinking such things about your poetry. I think you should be damn proud.
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
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I guess winter is cold.. But it's that reason why i love it...
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.::Strangers When We Meet::.
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