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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective   shapes   that
    don't count
    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
    doctor    flurry
      of inactivity
      a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
            could yell
              so loud
it smashes us to pieces

  and round and round
            and round I'd go,
                 going
             and glowing
MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone
Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
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.
Storm                                       Lightning
                                   Fast
                                       Bright
                                  Crying
                                       Screaming

                                      Thunder
                                    Sl        ow
                                     Thoughtful
                                    Boom      ing
                                       Yelling

                              Together they make the rain,
                              That brings life to the land.

                              Together they bring t
oh spaceoh space    I spot in you
               suns
        slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

  I had coin
 that was mine
   I had plants
they withered

my mother       skull
             I look
              inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
         as if
         the gods were
          mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
      where else
               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
But..

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,
resentful,
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,
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,
and
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
After all
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
    saw smashing
       blonde of
irritation   melding
with the space surrounding
                  I
deserve it

if I could I would
      stop
      stop
      stopping
      to see    something
                happen
a voyeur     a luminant
                tangle of wires
                computations
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
            my age

I'm unsure

how much I've held
           or hold
       or how to loosen
         my grip
LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Leaping ahead
Impatient
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
Moving, moving
No time to write
Catching words
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
No.
He would rather run
Fight
Laugh
Leap
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
Senseless, disorderly
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
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lies, lies, lies.

:iconlexipumpkin:

lie to me.
just to make it feel
a little better.
the lies sting
a little less
than anything you've
ever done.

it always gets worse
before it gets better.
:iconlexipumpkin:
lie to me, because it's all you've known to do.
you still think i don't know.
i knew when i was 11 years old.
i've come a long way from then.

this "poem" is shit.
i don't know why i pretend to be an artist.
:iconalvanityjokerswild:
~AlvanityJokersWild Nov 6, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You're not pretending, you are. Why are we writing depressing stuff lately? I love it, though.
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~LexiPumpkin Nov 6, 2009
I don't know. I guess that's just how we're feeling. I never write happy shit like this. Because I don't write hardly as much when I'm happy.
I'm glad you love it though.
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