They told me love woulddwindleThey told me love would dwindle spiral down into the hopelessness of all the other lost and found boxes that were filled with cheap motel room keys and homemade cards the recievers couldn't bring themselves to use to feed the fires.They told me love woulddwindle
when i looked towards the root of your madness oh i already knew - already knew my words had played the major role
I threw away my key in guilt, but i knew, too late wrapped up in dark basements a prisoner of your deep sickness my actions were merely a minor.
I could have sold the cradle..A baby is something that you must shape and mold into a someone.I could have sold the cradle..
I could say it started one night in the month of may, but really, it all began in a hospital bed nine months later, as I screamed like something inhuman, sweat pouring down my face. Most importantly, as my contractions hit a minute apart, and as I choked dangerous but useless threats at the shitty lover who had put me in this mess in the first place. Suddenly you arrived, bloody and bawling, and everthing was quiet despite our presence; two females shrieking for some sort of justice that wouldn't come to us.
We
I know its a poor way to..in the garden theres a fenceI know its a poor way to..
behind them, we built our own men, great giants of squished snow - guarding our igloos with their carrot noses pointed like weapons.
In the field there was a tree the bark feeling its future as crumpled paper. apples like fists hitting the ground, angry that gravity is stronger.
in the night there was an emptiness that slid across the grass, snaking around our legs while we gazed upon stars knowing all of this was much larger than we ever could be.
In the light, there was your face before the car could strike
You said so yourself.1. i thought i'd write you a haiku to discuss love but you won't read it.You said so yourself.
2. my hands are filthy from picking you these flowers called 'forget me not's'
3. your nose is running but i am far too polite to tell you such things.
4.she lingers on you; lipstick on your collar was never a good sign.
5. well, heres our moment; don't let the door hit you on the way out, jackass.
6. what is soberness? loneliness has settled in i'll get over you
tenprobably somewhere from the bottoms of our hearts we are alive but for now we are empty we are lusting we are wishful we have been beatenten
our brains are almost &nb
An Entire Poem.There are a lot of things I think you won't like about me, like, the way I sometimes kiss you with poisons in my mouth, like, you may never want to kiss me again, if I do that too much. Or maybeAn Entire Poem.
the way I look when I pray after I've torn off my entire face. I think you won't like the way I sleep and eat and breathe.
Today I didn't shave my
legs or anything else my hair looks greasy with oil because I hate showers. I wish that I were prettier, skinnier, richer, I wish my vocabulary were bigger, I wish
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ICON:
Meow
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If you raise a point, it is my right (and obligation) to debate it.
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keep your head above this water.
(Dude, you are awesome.)
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lover, the lord has left us.
YOU'VE WON A PENCIL.
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Be a clown, be a clown,
All the world loves a clown.
Act a fool, play the calf,
And you\'ll always have the last laugh.
Wear the cap and the bells
And you\'ll rate with all the great swells
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*OoOoo.
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*OoOoo.
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