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MovingBe done with me This act, our scene. Go ahead and scream, I only wish that I could see.Moving
Feel better; as though it were a sickness. Sometimes I think it was; one that I miss.
And I was wrong, In so many ways. To you I do not compare, no matter the source nor extent of the pain.
Though now you do not care, [for me] I regret not a moment that we shared.
It is just not in me to forget; to regret.
Especially someone such as you.
[but me: i am easily dismissed
by ~screamwhatyouare
The Flesh Forgets The DayThe Flesh Forgets The DayThe Flesh Forgets The Day
Water is rising, and the earth is compromising. Composing its setting sun, with which she had won… Been one with one another. An array of colors; fumes. She presumes, she decides for chance. Who am I to let her down? …watch the sunset drown. Sullen gray skies cascade amongst her beautiful face. Facing the rain in a glorious way. Oh, such grace. Flying along the lines… and the silver fades. So the flesh is rising, no thought of compromising. Exited vocabulary; missing the word; this world. She will try again and this time leave
by ~screamwhatyouare
Sane Is No Longer SafeToday I looked down with foreign eyes, upon legs that were not mine. Strange hands placed their fingers on my thighs.Sane Is No Longer Safe
I had lost control of my mind. This place, has been laced, within the confines, of my treasured finds. For a face, without grace, cannot see but the fire. And oh what a fine insanity indeed, my soul has conspired.
I let go; let go, of all that I need. Freedom within a prison. I trap myself. I have fucked the key; no word but 'please'. Oh what a sweet seduction; what an ugly white washed wall. Bleach, the
by ~screamwhatyouare
BENUMBBENUMBBENUMB
Cliche / life is style.
We see what we want and that is all we can see.
Stay with me ... Oh how I love this pretense; with no offense; no defense.
We Give Up.
Fuck our luck. What luck is this? We are insane and infected; rejected and defective. Fuck your perfection; never gentle always rough.
Grass stains, behind our locked gates.
Picket white fences and a swing on the tree...
But when we sing, it is not what it seems...
by ~screamwhatyouare
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( i write shit, though, because after trying to write about other stuff, i find that shit just comes out the easiest. you know, like it should
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"Man's nature is to defy it."
"An escalator can never be out of service - it can only become STAIRS." Mitch Hedburg
"Murder is only very extroverted suicide."
"I believe gay marriage should be inbetween a man and a woman." - George Bush
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