everyone.
Angstytodays my birthday too sweet 16 ?
not really i miss him to much.
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reflectionshope I fed your egotistical cravings. You consumed me like mirrors and pictures, and you thought you dropped me and I became the glass or the fire licking the edges of the (over-rated)beautiful pictures. I was the dummy, played on the strings of your words. Am I supposed to be hyptonized? I see more of you in the dirt under my fingernails than the pedistal you put yourself on. But you broke the shell, over my body cracking me down the center, letting the lights in me flail out in all directions (I hope they shined right in your eyes &nbreflections
by ~musicallymistaken
i laugh.The smile lines forming around your mouth are tell me that the streets have more rain than shine, and I belong somewhere inside. (Exactly where, I don't know) Ha ha ha. They quiver at each verb, noun, adjective, and flick upward. I'm not falling for your half grinning monologue screaming words to make me leave.i laugh.
I'll go, but I'm packing up the last three years and taking it with me.
by ~musicallymistaken
shades in betweenI slept for days and days so that my voice became a quiet whisper. And when the sun came up (but it was really just a mess of clouds) I screamed with empty lungs, missing my voice-box. And I watched the rise and fall of the setting sun, but I could never comment on the beauty of redsandpinksandyellows.shades in between
And if this is what you are looking for, I am happy to comply
by ~musicallymistaken
you cant save meI meander through silk fields and before this I have known where I am going. But now, I'm chasing fireflies in the dead of winter and praying for my summer skin. Hopelessness is not a feeling. It's a being, enrapturing its body and overtaking their sanity. I have momentarily broken free but time seems to work inversely with my feelings so that remission becomes an almost definite.you cant save me
Silk falls across my leg in that mystical feeling. The red dyes mix with the blood splattered across my eyes. And, at last, I have come across the &nb
by ~musicallymistaken
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Bleed?let your soul spill upon the pages and bleed into wordsBleed?
on this blank canves painted with all the shades of sapphires and shadows.
your words soke through all the way
staning my sanguine script violet.
by ~Tethered-Falcon
YouI hate those eyes, color of the reflections of the blue moon on the calm ocean .You
remember once I could see through all the way to the bottom.
I hate those full lips plump as ripe peaches for the picking waiting for the harvesting of a kiss.
I hate that submissive skin that forms to my every touch
and the fragile form of a flower with thorns as venomous viper fangs that lie in wait.
by ~Tethered-Falcon
Whisky apparitionsIt was in the morning when the mist rolled like an underwater mud cloud around us, when it seeped to the earth, it was as slow draining water. The forest floor shone like the pearl grips on my .45Whisky apparitions
(long colt)
And so the hammer fell, set my revolver ring and send swirling these advancing mistborn memories ( maelstrom)
Imagined? Some dreams I fear are too real. But silver bullets can't kill the past anymore than a stiff drink.
by ~Tethered-Falcon
Devious Info
- Current Residence: berlin
- Interests: music,writeing,
- Favourite movie: fight club, the notebook
- Favourite band or musician: the spill canvas
- Favourite genre of music: rock , alt.
- Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- MSN: just ask?
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