It must be the green wind I inhaled
that made you sit close,
letting me breathe
insincerity on your lips.
It's called a suicide hit because I'm taking your breath away.
that made you sit close,
letting me breathe
insincerity on your lips.
It's called a suicide hit because I'm taking your breath away.
- Last seen 7 hours ago. Member since April 4, 2004.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 204 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Absence is Addictive".
- When I'm not writing, I'm a person.
- I am in the groups Addictions, Messages Inscribed, Poetic Stoners And Psychedelics
- I have 204 comments, 2 contests, 6 poems, 3 stories, 3 journals
Poems I'm focused on
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Evolution is a wonderful idea, like modern poetry I wonder when it will start.
My Poetry
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22 lines, 1 comment, November 16
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Your skin is like autumn,
like leaves and roses and grit; -
I was only ever under the influence of you.
My Stories
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They tell me that marching will bring peace of mind.1
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All who seek angst are granted temporary entrance.
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All who seek angst need travel no further.
My journal entries
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I don't know where to put this and since I'm strangely attracted to that which repels me not doing anything with it is apparently not option. A summary of life I guess as told through haircuts. 1 2 3 4 5 Cornrows Painful, forcing my gaze in one direction, teaching me to stay put, to antic
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