CoatThe door swings open The wind pierces the room The cold infesting my warmth I step through the gateway The rain bites my skin As the door slams behind me My body loosing its fire I hold myself and began my search For my lost possessionCoat
Average DayHolidays are very strange A ritual I don't understand People gather People stare Yesterday melts away Because of this day I try to avoid Rallying my thoughts To wait out the night Here in my bed Doom awaits me Avoidable hurts Yesterday's scars To me it's pointless Over and over again Mindless celebration Everyone's cluelessAverage Day
The End of the WorldThe air was cold. Sitting in the cafe. That's when I heard it: silence. The sound of a world falling apart. I looked around to see if I could find this disaster. And there it was. Not three feet to my right. At first all I could see was his back. There was noise from the street, But it didn't seem to penetrate this little world, Or I, the sole witness of it's existence. The man stood and walked away leaving this world. But I didn't care. He was just the creator. My attention was on the worlds final inhabitant. She seemed so distant. Her eyes fixed on the spot the man onceThe End of the World
Water DamageShe's five foot six And smells like fall. She laughs at my jokes And gives me advice. Her eyes are sharp, But soft as well. She will listen, But only if I speak.Water Damage
My thoughts play upon her. A never ending dream. She is the reason for this book, Stained and blurry. My blood and sweat absent, Never to touch these pages. But this is just another day. Valentine was no saint.
Poem update
Tired
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Listen to the voice of your mind... Do you hear what stupid things it says?
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The scrawlings of an idiot.
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life is a bag of shit at times, just use it to grow flowers
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The Scrawlings Of An Idiot
I will eat you with my manliness.
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The Scrawlings Of An Idiot
I will eat you with my manliness.
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look into the eyes of animals and you can find, fear, greed, dislike and love the same with human kind.
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Music is the sound of creation, crashing sea and mourning dove, music is the voice of worship, music lifts our hearts above, music is our common language, music is the song of love.
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Listen to the voice of your mind... Do you hear what stupid things it says?
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~I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love~
I give them blood, blood, blood~~ Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood~!
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