"The shortness makes me want more. . . "

[CHOKETRENDKILL]

Here I go again, posting some crappy poems.
These ones are short, So, here it goes...


{Please don't ask me what they mean, you do it on your own.}

Diving into the water.
That appeared to look like hands.
Kind of like the basement to the world.



{Is going to be lame and post others in seperates.}

 

[CHOKETRENDKILL]

Across the open ocean the body did sink.
It fell below the Earth and swooned back to the sky.

 

[CHOKETRENDKILL]

Piles of my own skin;
Is my own disease.

I can remove what I wish,
Giving me no impuritys.

Skin so young and un-touched.

If I remove my mask, I'm the same fraud as before.

 

[CHOKETRENDKILL]

I enjoy how you lied.
In the beginning.
"I love you, and maybe its too fast"

I've waited and its now been awhile,
but yet, you don't believe we have the chemistry to hold.
What does science have to do with love?

I want the friction of your lips..
To be wanting with me

{Honestly, this one sucks}.

 

[CHOKETRENDKILL]

I hate the ugly you make me feel.
I'm said to be "beautiful"
But is this view-point hidden when we decided you'd yell someone elses vanity plus in my face?
Is it what I did?
That shes some goddess and I'm the low non-believer.
The harsh realitys of me being anti-all.
I will peel it off, my intentions.
My outer-look will be gone and into blank.
I will then have nothing, easier for you to feast on ...
For then I'll feel nothing, and the intense of being unappealing will finally catch up with me.