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meant to be funny, not gross, I read my dead animal poems at my college's coffee houses and they love them
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DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE CHRISTIAN OR ARE EASILY OFFENDED BY AN OPEN-MINDED PERSON'S OPINION'S BELIEFS
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31 lines, 7 comments,
on Jul 18 2:22 PM 2007. In Contemporary, Contest, My own style, Weird, Personal., Hate, War, Angry, Opin
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12 more hours / and I float away. / - / up to a statue, / together we sway / - / Like birds, like angels / singing into the sky / - / hands
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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE CHRISTIAN AND/OR ARE EASILY OFFENDED, THANK YOU.
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Minor language word use. If you hate bush, read this, otherwise don't bother.
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The porcelain throne is my friend, / Every night, my love I send / Wiping mu mouth, to bed then, / In the morning, I / Wake, but really die
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my hand slipped / and I'm drowning again, / don't let my eyes fool you, / the scarlet of my nails / will impale you / to death / and then I can disappear / into the black night / starin
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on May 29 3:36 PM 2007. In Personal, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, Death, Abstract, Weird, My own style, Loss
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the shade is in my hair / and the air tastes funny / like piss / those old bullet wounds / are old rabbit holes, / now you know / where they planted / the upside down trees / last spring / with gu
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the guitar keeps / strumming me along, / ascertaining / that I'm still alive, / your stick geography / grinds Satan's clock / into my crack
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he held his hand / out to me / but I did not take it / I clattered through / the cerulean clouds / to runaway from it all / I did not want
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on May 30 7:44 PM 2007. In Sad, Life, Thoughts, Dark, Society, Pain, Angst, Weird, Lost in thought, Abs
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on May 22 3:36 PM 2007. In Adult, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Life, Pain, Abstract Sad, Society, Weird
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on May 22 5:45 PM 2007. In Adult, Dark, Life, Hope, Pain, Other, Personal, Sad, Society, Weird, Though
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Born outside / the gates of Berlin, / I look in to see / what I've become. / On and on, / us little Germans / prance / around in a circle,
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I was left alone / in the blurred shadows / on Route 66 / the murmurs of Jackson, / the ghosts of voices / Mama came and went / Papa dided
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like art blasted to pieces on a dead day, / hit by a car on the roadway, / cut wrists are bleeding through, / my temptations are long overd
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all the comforts are brought / back home to me / in my dear little / heart-shaped pillbox / cry when you're in pain / loneliness breeds carnivores / Dovemoon rises / and suffocates scarlet hands / de
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on plexi-glass wings / you fell from the nest / in the sky, / down to earth / into a hovel / a baby pigeon, / left flightless in the snow /
36 lines, 4 comments,
on May 25 10:12 PM 2007. In Dark, Society, Pain, Angst, Weird, Fantasy, Contemporary, Death, My own style
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linely little girl child, / so delicate and thin, / where's the dollhouse you grew up in? / it sure has been awhile / the porcelain is chip
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and you blindly / rubbed my raw / tonight / seeking for / the lost light / rubbed my raw / but no, no more, / I don't wanna cry / from your
46 lines, 2 comments,
on May 26 9:32 PM 2007. In Sad, Thoughts, Dark, Pain, Weird, Death, Abuse, Contemporary, Longing, Anger, Loss
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on May 28 12:20 AM 2007. In Fantasy, Love, Life, Dark, Angst, Abstract, Depressed, Lost love, Anger, Lon
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on May 28 10:32 AM 2007. In Thoughts, Pain, Angst, Weird, Fantasy, Contemporary, Death, My own style, Hat
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on Jun 5 12:48 PM 2007. In Dark, Fantasy, Contemporary, Sad, Love, Loss, Weird, My own style, Abstract
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Open / and flat / volcanic destruction / as far as my eyes can process / Bizarre natural fissures, / molten ro
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Bush, why do you care? / go stick your nose into another affair, / your mother should've aborted / then there'd be no retort, / it's the woman's choice, / it's her legs that get moist /
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Crawling forth into the hot desert sun, the weight of the shame / finally opens old wounds, drowning me in poetic name, / the blood seeps, thick poison, in the dry winds of this oasis, / singing lovesongs good-bye,
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Stop signs / flashing in some / far off imagination / black cement paradise, / shiny stars / bedazzled by glass shards / from my smashed wi
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I bled into your fate, / don't you love me anymore? / ripped from / the precious arms of demons, / the act of innocence / bears the hate I burn, / kill the church
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Consumes me / on a midnight's tangent train, / a turn heading east and / all of your beauty / wept to the evil spirits / swept into the sun
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I think this time we went too far, seeing the white sky overcast, / up here swimming with the dolphins, starving of hunger, / protected in
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Lucifer stole / so many souls / from hell, / the world died. /
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father destroyed us / in silver man's glory, / bloody massacre / from beyond the grave, / resurrect us for the moon / in the snarling littl
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you collapse / into my resurrected arms, / sweet rosewater / eternalizes what I have become / in this moonlit wake, / sleep as I dance, / vinegar poisons / my lungs in perspiration, / I smile a
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silver mercury man, / how long till / you become / a registered sex offender? / torn magnetic hands, / I find your / tauntings and teasings / completely absurd / and uncalled
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you insanely / gratified my walls / how was I supposred / to forgive you after that. / not like the dying sun / in remembrance, / kiss my ivory bone brushes away, / you penci
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on Apr 19 9:37 PM. In Spiritual, Fantasy, Dark, Contemporary, Sad, Life, Abstract, My own style, We
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radiant amorphous brilliance, / I pray to the clouds / on bower's knees, / the sun cascades / beyond the horizon's / crystalline waters / t
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cement piping lines / the tattered hallways / of my imprisoned castle / my royal gown / is in rags / from the blaring / of the newly / welc
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Gone is she / from a world that didn’t care. / She wanted to let it be, / to save us from despair. / But then the English ca
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I am in heaven today...all day. / And the angel is dark...beautiful / I have wings / and I fly to you. / It is my castle. / My voice is satis
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my lungs evaporate in milk / and I am seated by the fire, / everlasting covenant / to sing your dusty music score, / glittering moonlight / in the alabaste
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wingless bird I am, / innocent in solar flare, /
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magestic in your / old wounds, hold tightly around / the base as I live, /
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The orange skies melt / into the cinnamon dawn, / leaving the evidence / of my crimson rape / behind on the white-washed / sands of my hear
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I fear / the smoke and flames / of rabid oblivion / taste the / solar glare / evaporating / poor mindless freaks, / I melt in fusion / under na
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suffocated in / sun drunk splendor, I reach out, / rainbow descending / melting into abstract, / hands reach for oblivion, / I cry in crimson / just plainly painted / masterpiece, hanging twisted,
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crawling in burgundy patterns / on the floor, / blister and writhe / as you burn me whole / still keep / a virginal watch / when glass eyes meet / and forlorn hands / touch and stain
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the first, the beginning, / the most important / beautiful innocent / smiling angel / in all of this earth / the golden sun worships you / in its being / fierce, strong woman, / you know you can
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one hour / for my feeble hands / to tear my muslin skirt / in two / red dawn / splits my vegetable garden / crater of rock / faces my swagger / like a pearl necklace / blue sky threatens / t
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didn't think it was ever a big mistake / squeezing wax / melting in flames / degenerate little slut, / I feel / airless, light-headed, / totally fragmented / in so many empty
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Rose's fair is she / the pure vision of beauty, / but behind such a fair facade, / her inner soul is rather odd. / She is dark deep down, /
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Agony bleeds into / melted orange hands / on blank canvass paper, / sunlight bearing down into me, / sand dunes groaning / beneath me, / glitters a lethal dare / there out just beyond the horizon, /
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it was dark and cold where you stored me, / that wasn't heaven, / invisible lights still killed me at base form, / red eyes hurt my broken
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on Jul 1 8:46 PM 2007. In Dark, Contemporary, Fantasy, Abstract, My own style, Weird, Nature, Angst, Co
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on Jul 2 11:18 AM 2007. In Fantasy, Contemporary, Dark, Abstract, My own style, Contest, Angst, Weird, D
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mother's pregnant, / drank too much wine, / so long ago / and faraway / in another land, / through one needle forests / and fallen, / decay
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corpse / reeks, acidic, / decomposing, decaying, disintegrating / in an open coffin, / death /
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ivory blue curtains churn a South Sea / dismal youth founded in glory / starlit corners lead to starlit paths / your beauty lied on so many forefronts / falcons threatened to close my shu
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cement barriers never held me back, / I was so thirsty, dusk called out to me, / cricked sang of my fortune's shameful future, / ebony wings torn and broken centuries ago, / bare branches refuse to touc
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apparition / - her sweet angel eyes / burned ivory bones / in the garden / of psychedelic colors / one winter's day / the sweet tea made fo
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stone cheeks fade into the porcelain remains, / Medusa's hair lost by the lust fate shoved down her throat, / calm expression that quietly
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facial scars / rip thick veins / out of burgeoning lungs, / my heart's on fire, / lick my salted wounds / clean / in the deep blue ocean, / sere wood / catches a lame tendril / of children
28 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 6 10:39 AM 2007. In Dark, Fantasy, Contemporary, Abstract, Contest, My own style, Weird, Nature, Angst
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Peppercorns - / they taste French / sound a threepenny / and strange sweets are different / softly / wr
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a dark, abstract view on how it means to be American,
spacing doesn't count as lines
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bloody screams pierce her fucking face, / cloudy memory shrugs away foggy hands, / lust pours into unstable heartbeats, / the ghost hides in direct sunlight, / she screams at irises roll back / into he
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carnal ravaged desire / spattered on the wood plank floor / zero tragedies till now / star of the galaxy, of the universe, / brainwash me till I melt away into the snow /
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on Jul 6 2:13 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Contemporary, Dark, Abstract, My own style, Death, Contest, Weird, Angst
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He rode through the quiet darkness, / amazed at the crusted armour, / her ruptured fate / abhorred in on a yearly, royal path / the fountai
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the brittle bones / are not for decomposing, / a fissure point / holding ancient flesh afloat, / I rise and fall / to meet the morning / center of the grave dug up, / lullabies christen me,
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regolith and grist / seeping into / these water weary / ivory bones, / voices crack, / the sirens / sing / out to the ocean, / salty years / mix with the waves, / this delirium... / be
31 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 6 10:41 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Contemporary, Dark, Abstract, Death, My own style, Weird, Angst, Nature
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a river melts into Irish cream, / rainbow effect dazzles me, / brilliance in this intense density, / northern lights in the jet stream / wa
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on Jul 27 9:03 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Dark, Contemporary, Abstract, Contest, My own style, Death, Weird, A
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Zip me up into a hidden hillock / on such a late April eve / tomorrow will be fair, / pray for rain, we will see, / self-adhesive holds me / till I profess a fake love / to manifestations and / mon
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American, / and cheddar-stained, / I dream in golden / yellow hues of glory, / like butter / for my popcorn, / melts if delicious desire / till I blink / away this rugged freedom, / might have d
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perfect
like a tear-shaped
blood droplet
34 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 28 8:09 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Contemporary, Dark, Death, My own style, Contest, Abstract, Weird, A
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clock turns back / I am banish'ed / Leonardo hidden / in my face / landscape uneven / the code / breaks me off in / half-smile / with the rest of / the world watching /
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75 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 11 12:35 PM 2007. In Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, Contest, Abstract, My own style, Death, Angst, W
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Herald the maker / Herald the decision / Herald the call. / Say the name of thy sender, / For the crown of glory / Of perfection exists not
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In a dark lagoon / Where the sun never shines, / She lives in the light of the moon, / An effervescent find. / Dark and gothic is she, / Th
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Two words, and I was never the same. / I closed my eyes to let the reality sink into me, / letting it wash over me like a blanket of dust. / I turned from you, and I ran, / leaving you, staring blankly in
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Imagine what one may. / Illusions aren't real. / What there is to see / is not real. / Between alternate realities, / my world is gone. / My heart breaks in two. / I shed blood / and catch the red
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8 / 5 / 02 / It was the first time ever / I saw you cry. / You were quiet about it, / but I figured you out / quick enough. / I asked what
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It was a man / who lost his life. / A man who death / didn't want to face. / But what the court ruled / was what was to happen. / I didn't
50 lines,
on Jul 11 10:46 PM 2007. In Sestina
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Golden is the amber dawn, / Letting all beauty come forth and spawn / Emerald-jade is the scythe that cuts at / My golden infused heart. /
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Birds whistle through the night, / The moon casts its pearly light. / They move so quietly, quietly, / Quietly through the night. / Cricket
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Isolated / From all that / I have known, / I keep above / The precious waters / Of this timeless plague. / Departing seemed / Like such a s
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strung / in technicolor peril, / citrus fructose / staining pale lips / hues melting / onto wet tongue, / utopia /
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Awake in rainy Oregon, / mother gone away, / dropped here, / miserable, / natives of a forest / I befriend, / love, lust, hate, desire, / set apart, / a red truck, / empty vacant faces
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on Jul 18 2:47 PM 2007. In Angry, Contemporary, Dark, Abstract, Contest, My own style, Death, Weird, Ang
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starlit nights / are fast approaching us, / above the iron cold city, / flesh burns / in victim's wake, / torn from a galaxy / or two, / re
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WARNING: The next few of my pieces are old and written over 3-9 years to go. The language may be grammatically incorrect and
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you said you never knew me, / how could i believe it in the beginning? / such subtle beauty / revolved around your crusty eyes, / you wiped
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face down / bent on my knees / broken hands, broken feet, / the silence is forbidden, / stab at me with / your knives of sanity / i hear th
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Dazzling white gems / Against the frontal brow, / But I lay yearning / For |
