Devious Journal Entrymine caught me again.
and i still cant write.
Pink PetalsPink petals in a sewage drain all fall down in the rain. Things once happy turn sad, things once sane turned mad. The shadows build inside and in the dark they glide, silently hating all we are, forced to gaze from afar. Alone in their world of hate, trapped outside the gate, forced to watch in pain, pink petals down a sewage drain.Pink Petals
The MistShe'd said she wanted to see him one last time, in the usual place at their normal time. One last time before they left each other forever. And so here he was, on the beach at dusk, waiting for her. In between times and places made dangerous relationships some had said, and they always met at the most in between of places, where the sea and land became one at the boundary of night and day. But they didn't care. This was their last time. She came in with the fog, a thick, wet, heavy fog that coated everything with droplets of moisture. It covered over the setting of the suThe Mist
LetheAll I want now is to sleep I want to sleep away my pain I want to sleep until I forget forget everything And I will bathe in Lethe all my sins cleansed from me save the one. And for that one I will never sleep, and I will be in torment eternally. Until the day comes. and I will finally sleep, forever.Lethe
PauseThey lay there still, the desiccated bodies. Regarded no more by those they loved. But we the living, do we consider each other, Or do we wait for death before paying our respects? Do we choose to hold grudges indefinitely, Or do we forgive and apologize for our faults?Pause
In breathing we expect ourselves never to end But we all do; inevitable as an ocean’s tides. Swaying and changing we remain
Always what we are; never what we could be. The same old story, always the told fairytale We wrap ourselves in to protect from the truth Of deterioration around us from
The ProphetYou should worship me, Bow down to me, For I am a prophet. It happened precisely the way I said it would. She broke his heart. You can see it. It is breaking, slowly, before my eyes. And before yours. And before hers. With every harsh comment she makes, Another piece of his heart is pierced with a bit of glass. Millions of shards now line his heart, Warning all who might come close, That he is hers and hers alone. And that she is breaking his heart. I saw it from the beginning, But because I loved them, I helped them. Maybe I shouldn’t have.The Prophet
Colorful AgonyWe talked into the night -of shoes and ships and sealing wax of cabbages and kings- of her life distracted from it by a moment only by a single person single instant of complete change when you realize (after years of not caring) how to care again. and you’re so beautiful even in your sadness your depression becomes your soul and spirit, some un-named winged creatureColorful Agony
attacking the heart, center of all, creating death from the inside out- Destroying. but you overcome, by talking finding solace in a person you never tho
useless momenta useless moment tacked onto my resume with a thousand other thoughtless goodbyes teetering on the edge of something specialuseless moment
held there in anticipation of feeling like a strand of antique pearls or the proverbial dozen roses
disappointed again the price we pay for watching disney movies in our early years and for expecting to live fairy tales
ah, life. 'tis a funny, funny, thing.
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"save defects for later... we're angels for now."
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Inside your heart, no ones there, and I don't think I'll ever be, and I don't care.
I am a WeCritique critic.
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S T E E L G O H S T
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I have an odd thing with always typing me instead of my.. and whenever I check anything over it just doesn't click that i've done it again...
but thanks..
I'm off to read some of your poetry now.
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Look. Pink bunnies.
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