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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near
I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
it smashes us to pieces
and round and round
and round I'd go,
Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.
Now I'm not quite -
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -
Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,
thrown up in salt air.
Together they make the rain,
That brings life to the land.
Together they bring t
oh spaceoh space I spot in you
underground where it's at
I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
my mother skull
I wipe my tears
there's no such thing
it sounds it is
the gods were
mad at us
it's spelled wrong
I could not find
or the spine
Pool Of WonderWhy is it that I still come to her aid?
Why is it that I still do things for her and she doesn't recognize it?
Why do I still try to show her things that I know but she sees it as nonsense?
Why do I put up with her?
I lend her something of mine and she insults it by calling it "Ugly". Something that is artistic.
She thinks that what she says is true but she can't prove it just by what she sees.
I tell her my side of the story, yet it is like talking to a wall.
She doesn't listen to me nor understand me. I speak clearly and explain, but she still glares at me.
I don't know what else to do but to keep trying to make her understand. There is
ExpectationsTonight is the great night!
Tonight Vicki will finally return!
He promised to get it for me.
A replica of the awesomest weapon ever!
Only a few minutes left.
Oh this is so exciting!
A real replica of the famous Kyle!
The sword wielded by you, the White Warrior!
I have all your posters, trading cards,
And even a blood sample of all your victims!
Cozly I'm also wearing the original 4-V-Costume.
Made of 100% elven leather!
The only thing missing now is Kyle!
When I have him I can be just like you,
Move like you, fight like you!
Dance, crush and slash!
Oh I wish I could hold Kyle in my hands right now!
His ebony grip and blade forged of the fines
Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me
You are oblivious, happy in your solitude
Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no
Things like this only happen to other people
You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper
Talking, crying, judging, lamenting
So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions
When you see what happens to people
When they fall victim to predation
It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated
No matter how many times someone tries to stop it
It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents
You will never know quite why it happened
You may not even believe it
But it's very,
Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.
I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.
I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
If you cry
If you guide me
If this is still worrying you.
I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry
Because I love you.
Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried
things on fireblurred out who
with the space surrounding
if I could I would
to see something
a voyeur a luminant
tangle of wires
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible still
it'll do / I'll do
/ things on fire
I'll try to spell my name
and figure out
how much I've held
or how to loosen
LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
No time to write
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
He would rather run
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page
My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Pictures, movies, soun
Painend The creepypasta
I must tell you, frankly, buy the new Pokemon Black game online, has been the worst decision of my life. You will soon understand why.
A couple of months ago, I made this mistake: I got my Pokémon Black game, buying it online ... Here it all started.
One morning after breakfast, the postman knocked on my door. I knew exactly what was coming, they had been waiting for his arrival for about three weeks. Infinite patience I had to get the precious (precious, I thought so at first) game, was rewarded at last. I opened the door, I signed papers and got my package. Since that time felt, at the same time the joy of having it, an ominous fee
Friends of MineI'm always there for you all,
I will be there to catch your fall,
We laugh and play in loving ways,
Thinking "God, aren't these the days!"
If you're there crying all night,
I'll comfort you with all my might,
If you want, I'll let you be,
Because you all mean too much to me.
Don't ever think that you're alone,
I'm still right here, pick up the phone!
Even if we met online,
This still counts, you're friends of mine.
I will forever calm you in distress,
You guys sad is just a mess.
Let us hug, love and joke around,
Let our joy soar and never ground.
Never forget this poem to you,
These words I hope, you'll never lose.
I wish there was more
isolated event in natureShe grows big, beautiful butterflies in her stomach. Even though she knows it's not true, she thinks that maybe they'll come flying out in a fluttery, furious flurry of purples, blues, yellows, reds. If not from her mouth, her belly might split. These butterflies will find a way out, because they're reaching their carrying capacity and they grow increasingly more populated with each day; lingering, longing, luxurious butterflies.
He seems calm, cool, collected. But his shaking hands are telling. She wishes she could delve into his head to understand what he's thinking about. To know if he feels similarly. To know if there are vicious butterf
showmeyours, i'llshowyoumine.i want to squeeze you
until your head pops off.
because i love you
and you are mine.
we'll fly off
into the atmosphere.
because i choke on the air
and it makes me
i never felt so
it's unfair, the
things you do to
i've never been so transparent.
mercurymy head feels heavy,
like liquid mercury is
sitting stagnant in a
puddle at the base of my skull.
my eyelashes are mini-weights,
tugging down my eyelids
until they finally slide
my head dips forcefully,
causing me to
only to repeat the process.
time and time againi'm back here again.
where i hate my life sometimes
and wish things were oh so
i'm back here again.
where i'm wracked with anxiety
that just refuses to
i'm back here again.
where everything i do feels
so wrong and i know i should
welcome back, august.
one of the worst months
of my life.
Non, Je Ne Regrette RienI forgive myself
for everything I have ever done to you.
For everything I have done to disappoint you.
I forgive myself
for letting you leave us.
For blaming myself for the past eight years.
Sometimes I don't forgive you
for letting yourself go.
For not being my guardian angel, just a bystander.
Non, je ne regrette rien.
Because I wasn't the one who killed you
Pitch BlackThe night is always the worst. Everything goes bump in the dark. Anxiety rises and hours pass before I can sleep. The neon red numbers on my clock count down each minute until that time to make a decision. Try to sleep now or stay awake until the next night. I fear if I don't sleep now, then I'll be so exhausted by the time I have to leave for work. I'll fall asleep while driving, cause an accident, and possibly be killed. All because I couldn't bring myself to just close my eyes, keep them closed, and fall asleep.
It's never the actual act of sleeping nor the dreams or nightmares that haunt me when I finally slip into unconsciousness. It's
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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