I am nothing but the reminder
A Mohawk without its shape
23 winters under my flesh
But for you I'm either 100 or 10 or 1
Grief buried inside my eyes
The happy face always hidden
A filthy smile and a gorgeous tear
I feed myself with vanilla
And my words are the vomit
Pure hatred in a bottle of milk
A big (Censored) you to the world
A forbidden heart to reach
The one who dyes roses with blood
As the best gift is oneself
Nothing new under the sun
No sun guides me to discovery
For I want my senses to teach me
My idols are also painful
Giving life and love with their art
No way they might be fake
They tell where is my ice cube
Why is it broken and blank
With thorns pointing outside
But a jelly center for the worthy
Acid wanting to erode the spikes
And reach the filth of human company
Turned into the beauty of tones
The synchronized colors of life
But must remain six feet under
As I am the eternal loner
The bitter fruit without vitamins
Reincarnation of a believer
Stabbed by dears' grief
But unlimited fluids standing
As his war will end with the wooden cloth
A Mohawk without its shape
23 winters under my flesh
But for you I'm either 100 or 10 or 1
Grief buried inside my eyes
The happy face always hidden
A filthy smile and a gorgeous tear
I feed myself with vanilla
And my words are the vomit
Pure hatred in a bottle of milk
A big (Censored) you to the world
A forbidden heart to reach
The one who dyes roses with blood
As the best gift is oneself
Nothing new under the sun
No sun guides me to discovery
For I want my senses to teach me
My idols are also painful
Giving life and love with their art
No way they might be fake
They tell where is my ice cube
Why is it broken and blank
With thorns pointing outside
But a jelly center for the worthy
Acid wanting to erode the spikes
And reach the filth of human company
Turned into the beauty of tones
The synchronized colors of life
But must remain six feet under
As I am the eternal loner
The bitter fruit without vitamins
Reincarnation of a believer
Stabbed by dears' grief
But unlimited fluids standing
As his war will end with the wooden cloth
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It was a paragraph poem first, but for metric reasons, it ended like this.10 lines, 12 comments, December 22, 2007. In Depressed, Love, Dedication, Pain, Contest, My own style
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PinUpLovesGreaser on November 9hey big brother!!! ive stoped being a stranger =)... bu tell me howve you been, im hoping good, but do tell me whats been going on
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Griswold : Thank You on August 4I wanted to thank you for your Spanish translation of my poem, I appreciate it... Scott
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kareneisenlord : Don't stay away for too long! on March 3Hope that you get that new computer soon. Our dis. group will still be here for you when you get back; with lots to read!
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PinUpLovesGreaser on January 27hi big brother! ive missed you greatly! how have you been tell me everything ive missed while i was away =)
