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It smells like Peaches
ACTUAL s**t I WROTE
Destruction For Serenity

Slow, thick and red
You let it flow so generously
onto the white tiles
Just watch
Look up at the clock
Don't look down
Not yet
The mess can wait...

Just a little more time
For yourself...
That's enough now
Comfort

Just to feel something
For anything
To know you are here
To feel that you thrive, live, breathe

You belong somewhere
You belong to someone
You belong somehow
You exist

[I WROTE THIS FOR A FRIEND A WHILE BACK]




And Finally... Happiness


First, I bind you
So when you writhe
You bleed

And you are stripped
Bare & ashamed
For me to see

You struggle & plead
As I smile at you
You bleed for me

Ssshhh, be quieter
Save your breath
I have always listened

I have something to say
So much to say
So listen

Listen with your flesh
Listen to my knife
Listen as you are fading

Do you feel me, hear me
Burning
Seething
Lusting

[THIS WAS TO A PERSON ... I NEVER SHOWED THEM, THOUGH]



I Know You Like Stupid Poems That Rhyme


"You really must be so lonely.
******** up, talking to me, like you know me,

You really want to know me?
Show me. Phony."

You can scream in my face, 'til your face turns blue,
And I still have nothing to say to you.

I hate hearing all the stupid s**t you talk about,
It just piles up, and keeps falling out.

Seems like I've told you over a thousand times,
Maybe now you'll get it, in one of my stupid rhymes.

Yeah, I'm a little ******** up in my head,
I like death and dying, and everything dead.

I take everything for what it is,
Even the subliminal messages.

Like something you can see, but unsure if it's there,
Something that you notice, when you really don't care.

And I really don't care about anything that you do,
"F" "U" "C" "K" "Y" "O" "U"

[I ACTUALLY LEFT THIS FOR A PERSON TO READ]






User Comments: [1]
Meltone_Revenants
Community Member





Fri Nov 14, 2008 @ 01:23am


the last one made me giggle.

I liked it.

From sperm to worm.
From womb to tomb.
Vampires and Escapades
Rotten apples and razor blades
Cats on poles screaming while ur on the phone
pleading for mercy at ur murderous clone
Ur shadow creeps closer and closer, and more closer
The freight, the terror, the horror, grows over
Over you head the shadow flows like a wave
then the lights turned on, ur dad, in a middle of a shave
Doesn't ur dad know when u scream its in delight.
For in ur head, in the night, inside the darkness, every time is delightful fright

beat that, quirky kat.


User Comments: [1]
 
 
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