I am nothing but the reminder
A Mohawk without its shape
21 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
21 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
- Last seen 5 hours ago. Member since December 20, 2007.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 535 comments.
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I don't have enough middle fingers for you. - I am a 21 year old guy (Chile)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Chatting, Playing videogames, Reading, Sleeping, Anime.
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(64)- I am in the groups AP Book Project 2, Allpoetry Book Projects, Anime Lovers, For poets who love quickies, Hopeless Romantics come together, I Want To Fly But I Cant Reach The Sky For Those Who Want To Publish Their Work, Jrock, Moonlight Musicians, Not alone anymore self harmers, Poets with mental health problems, Rappers Freestyles Battles and Lyricists, Satanists Cutters Anarchists Pyros Goths Freaks Etc
- I have 535 comments, 5 contests
Poems I'm focused on
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WARNING: Extreme and senseless language usage inside.
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It was a paragraph poem first, but for metric reasons, it ended like this.10 lines, 9 comments, December 22, 2007. In Depressed, Love, Dedication, Pain, Contest, My own style
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Trying once again. A contest for my birthday.4800 points, ends July 9, 3 entries In Big points, Contest, Emotions, Life, Personal, Whatever you want
My Poetry
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34 lines, 2 comments, July 6. In Contest, Society, Contemporary, Humanity, Lost love, Love, Dedication, Message
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i missed you big brother!
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miasma on April 25Your poetry amazes me. :]
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Ryuunosuke on April 17Thank you. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things.
