| just stuff that i feel or pretend to feel and write down. |
Smoke and MirrorsI sat in Starbucks waiting for you, two cigarettes in hand. One for me and one for the you I knew wouldn’t show, so I smoked that one too.Smoke and Mirrors
You were too busy coughing up line graphs with undefined roots Because your body never adapted well to being used or hung over.
Inhaling smoke rings, I became your pacemaker, Setting irregular rhythms for your heart to tap dance to.
My lungs writhe inside my chest, causing your heart to murmur. I am the angel behind “love kills,” feeding each bumbum with tawdry adoration.
Now, I lay, half torn and half un
My SunYou brought me rays of light when I couldn’t see Because your fatal beauty blinded me And now I’m feeling wordless And worthless So please breathe into me And I promise to be yours for an eternity I’ll let you own me Because my love for you will never fade Will never frayMy Sun
Like the hems on my jeans with the heart lace on it
The ones I could never throw away And you made me this way So don’t blame me for this. It’s all because of you Because the way you smooth the wrinkles of my day away Makes me want to thank you for being You a
VillanelleI’m sinking in silence like quicksand, but I know better than to panic, so I watch time etch lines in my hand.Villanelle
I’m getting a feel for the lay of the land in the absence of the tick, tock, tick. Sinking silently, forever in quicksand,
I was beginning to think this was planned, but there’s no point questioning the intrinsic, Or time stops etching lines in your hand.
This lack of purpose makes it hard to stand. I never thought emptiness could be so thick, But I’m sinking in silence like quicksand,
So I’m being proved wrong
BalladGrandfather Clock, sing me a song About the good old days When battles fought were battles won And our flag waved through the hazeBallad
Grandfather Clock, they say you lie, That peace has never reigned I sing to you in the hopes of Sifting out the disdained
I understand you’re telling time Just, please, answer me this: Do we fight because we hate Or because blood is bliss?
Hey, can you hear me echoing Within your hollow corpse? This is the song of modern times That dies before its source.
| just stuff that i feel or pretend to feel and write down. |
| blah blah blah your mouth liver liver liver spleen badum badum badum achoo |
decision made
Relief
Tom
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*Dark-Arts-Asylum
~Inkslingers
Tom
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*Dark-Arts-Asylum
~Inkslingers
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
gah im silly sometimes
Well i LOVE your work ma'am
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"It's better to die on your feet
than live on your knees."
that's totally cool
and thank you again
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Life is just one big joke with a punchline that no one understands
-me
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"It's better to die on your feet
than live on your knees."
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Life is just one big joke with a punchline that no one understands
-me
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Life is just one big joke with a punchline that no one understands
-me
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"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust
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