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as my body like a earth quake / my hand triambles across your face / u wake moth full of blood / this sight wakes me / my body shakes like
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better / better / Because it makes you feel better / Because it gives you that control / Control that you search for...
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If Poetry were war / I'd be one hell of a fighter / No one would keep me down and out / and I would always win the last battle / If poetry were war / I'd die beside / My general / Edgar Allen Poe / And Se
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OH my gosh! It's really true! / My cyber baby looks like YOU! / I wasn't too sure whom to blame, / but you two look so much the same! / AND he's writing poetry! / It's just like YOURS! Come and
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Green / I want you green / Green like the sea / of misfortune that brought you to me / green as branches in spring / as Ireland no matter the season / as my envy for whoever you love after me / as the gras
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It isn’t cute anymore / this stupid act. / It isn’t cute anymore / It never was. / The voice rings / It rings in my head. / The Macabre voice echoes and echoes / So sick of the sound, so sick of the sound! / D
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The walls are bleeding! The walls are bleeding! The eyes on the wall are weeping blood, Delicious, the blood of those whom have harmed me the blood, the blood the blood of a dirty baita. Slut! Motherfuckers I got a new grudge
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She dances on my soul like a ballerina with blade dancing slippers. / She’s calling out my name like a wicked bnggee of yesterday. / The past is here there’s no more present, yesterday has gone and the time on the c
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Let me tell you about redrum, it's drinkible, makes good paint and ink.
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Dear neighbor, I apologize again for returning you kids to there leashes honestly thought they we're your pets.
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I wrote this while looking at a picture done by one of my favorite Asian artists: Imperial Boy
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I want to do it again and again.
by Dawrion Darklinmoon
16 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 2 7:28 AM 2007. In Dark, personal, spiritual, thoughts, werid, life, nature, pain, hope, vampyre, vampire
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colors a spin, movements a swill
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Lying. Broken.
by disturbedman625
20 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 12 9:13 AM 2007. In Werid, Love, Life, Hope, Pain, Sad, Personal, Thoughts, Angst
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Tattered blood leaves a trail of Glittering crimson wine falling from
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Well maybe He isn’t so great? And maybe He isn’t even real?
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Sad moss dangles From wind swayed branches,
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Silent Angel, Please hold strong,
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Tears falling, Blood dripping,
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Of the time that knows our desire, Angels rush at the sight of a Rose,
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If I could only remember the time that I was happy The blood soaked clothes and Tears to butter my bread
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like taking apart clockwork oranges until you are left to ponder the inexplicable, the dream that fuels the atoms
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As I hold the picture of him and me together I shutter to the thought. I know now that time was over long ago
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by Kali-Mus
29 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 7 7:56 AM 2007. In Abuse, Angst, Hate, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Werid, Angry, Hope, Life
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by Kali-Mus
49 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 6 8:12 PM 2007. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Life, Love, Personal, Werid, Thoughts, Hate, Teen issues
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sometimes it seems that my angel is not wachting but drinking a cup of rootbeer and talking to god about the dumbest things.i feel as if i'
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