FruitionFruitionFruition
Put down the phone…
Me feelings for you
Have long since come into fruition. We’ve kissed and held hands We’ve dreamt of each other We’ve courted and made out We’ve been close. And now Our closeness becomes a close An end to the warmth of your touch A finality. An ultimatum.
Your softness Touching you Kissing you Holding you Your smell Your lip gloss, staining my own lips as it were Me feelings of indescribable satisfaction and staunched emptiness
After being with you.
The PrisonWhat crime, What sin, Have I committedThe Prison
To endure a punishment such as this?
Locked in a room No doors No windows leading to the outside No judge to adjudicate or family member wishing farewell Not here. Not in this metallic prison of lunacy
I have no voice No hands No means of expressing myself
And my suffering Only my eyes and ears remain My skin can feel My tears can fall My mind can think But my tongue is conspicuously absent
My punishment? Not a single hand will be laid upon me I only need to
Dead LeafStained red from a lifetime of green Curling up with lack of life Stem longer than the shape A worm has bitten through the flesh Either in death or in life. Rotten remains trim the outline Remnants of green linger in the veins Like blood, green as life was, still flowing.Dead Leaf
The seasons have melted away vivacity Skin is leathery and apathetic Indifference comes with decay The nature of cadavers. Emaciated little leaf, Arms curling upon yourself Wishing to be hugged, Death has allowed you no comfort.
Stains of brown and black
Textual InsanityLearning, turning, burning, of the fingers. Glaring, staring, straining, of the retina. Oh how the mind swells, and the thoughts dwell. The skin on your finger tips rot, as the paper slowly stacks. Never focused to a single thought, lke a deer scared in its tracks. The mammoth stands before you, to read me it implores you. Starting at one and on to infinity, creating a mindset of confused trinity. Of wanting to stop, turn, and blink, but what you really are at is your mind's brink. Like a loudening crescendo, it builds in your thoughts.Textual Insanity
Kawaii Kodomo
I'm Back, I guess...
Screwed
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xxxXOne day you'll be sitting in your house feeling all safe and secure, and then you'll look over and i'll be there...doin' STUFFXxxx
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If you love it, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't...hunt it down and shoot it.
Your future depends on your dreams...So go to sleep.
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If you love it, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't...hunt it down and shoot it.
Your future depends on your dreams...So go to sleep.
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