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Broken into poetry to yearn for a cure,
The silent cries from the empty chamber,
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My love, stronger than any other toxin,
My kiss is infected with poisonous ecstacy,
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My throat feels intensive of constant crying,
Loneliness. Sweetly gracing me with it's glory,
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But dare not do these lips tell the truth,
The human stubborness of swallowed pride.
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My happy mind has barbed wire wrapped around it,
Carrassing it lovingly as I get consumed in my fate
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Sucked away yesterday's wounds,
Failure clinging onto my teeth,
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The sound of your laugh, your warm smile,
That made my life all worthwhile.
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London, the heart of England,
Where the Queen lays upon her chamber,
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Eventhough my heart pines for your touch,
I condemn myself to your presence.
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I thought I had grasp of you,
Safe in the palm of my hand,
by Gendatalia
16 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 5 4:25 PM 2005. In Sad
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Love is captivating suicide,
Yet humanity gives into temptation..
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The taste turns sour as I lose sight of reality..
The pain just nurtures my broken spirit..
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Mother, they are looking at me,
Lurking in every shadow,
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I am still breathing, yet I am dead,
I can't find reality encased in my lie,
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A sheer slash of the core can tell stories,
Invite more than shallowness in your eyes.
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This girl was pale.. Cold.. Lost and alone,
Then I realised my mask had set me free..
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Realised the cruelest reality,
My love is no longer your energy,
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Like puppet on strings they act and tell,
Minds brainwashed with perfection.
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I want you like a craving,
Contagious around my soul,
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The clock has chimed for the last time,
You have taken your last breath,
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All I ever want to do, is carrass you,
Let you feel the warm of my soul,
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A true poet's mind, stimuilated by imaginery colours,
Inhaling in thoughts... visions... life.
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Fantastical, I touch rosebuds and they grow,
Because my love for you is as pure as life.
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Happiness exiting from my breath,
Anger incased in a human's touch,
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Devoted to my ecstacy,
Baring in mind your toxin,
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Smothered around tonnes of lies,
Bittersweet faces dancing to deceit,
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My hero did come forth and rescue me,
Then young strong love became old..
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Eyes, intense from staring at my ecstacy,
Putrid thoughts of my once pleasant love,
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I played the jester infront of the audience of love,
Rope wrapped around my throat tells me I succeeded.
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a VERY long piece of writing - NOT a poem
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Everyday I glance at you with love's eyes,
You speech to me is like the sweet sound of angels,
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