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Wake-up call

Emotion is a dangerous thing.
It takes over your mind and messes with your brain until you become cracked.
It plants thoughts you don’t want to think, feelings you don’t want to feel, sensations…

Cuting

i take a razor to my skin,

i do this over and over again,

this is harmful but relieving,

yuor love was hurtful and deceiving,

for this i use a rusty razor blade,

like a shovel or a spade.

You.

I have to give it to him, he’s definitley a poet; and in so many ways. His style and his swag, or his thoughts and his words spoken. Misunderstood and under-estimated; we both are so. No…

Little Frown

There’s a lone girl with her head down,
With her tear drops lonely on the ground.
Her pain potent like the sea air,
As a child she would climb,
To the top of the stairs,
And wish on it all,

Today

Today I’ll smile though I am hurting

Today I’ll laugh though I’d ought to cry

Today I’ll still love you though you said goodbye

LOITERER OF DREAMS

Though my eyes have not set sight on your face in many a times
A face etched in my mind tattooed in my subconscious web
There you stand a quiet apparition haunting me as I lay
Unable to escape…

Anthropomorphism of a Locksmith

doe, a deer,
an intrinsically woven
figment of imagination.
damnation spelled out
through the inevitably
impossible.

rabid jack rabbits
diggin’ holes
in my chest
and throat;
a little home for
a…

this is what it feels like when i see you

sew my lips together.
let the rust leak,
the fire freeze,
and the spit dry.
my bones shift
and my tendons snap.
i’m broken in two,
cracked in half.
the grains of sand
invading my veins,
inflicting…

Heart Breaker

Why can’t the earth be blue? And the skies be red?

And the tears in her eyes be like fires instead?

Fires, vanquishing the thought of anything wetter,

And to try… to make her ice-cold heart…

Lost Love.

I told her I loved her, she knew that I meant it;
Yet as time goes by I’ve grown to resent it.
Now I’m left standing, merely - defenseless?
A mind weak…and somewhat senseless.

Yet the pain it…

Dream

My feelings comparisons
I always control my tears
But I feel so low,
I feel the unthinkable.

My imagination blurs with the criticism
I have experienced with the people surrounding me

Bare

Constant charades of NOTHINGNESS!

Bounded by chains,

kept locked.

An echo of silence….

moments pass, blood continues to flow.

NO HEART

NO LIFE

What beauty can seep through these…

The Suited Seed

The man in a suit planted a seed in fertile land.
At first, it blurted – almost immediately

Screaming at the stop of its voice.
With every last gasp of breath it felt

Suffocated. The suited…

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