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Retarded In LoveMy mind keeps going back to how I cried,
And asked if I could be your bride.
I realize now,
That tears can be strong,
That crying isn't always wrong.
I'm so glad that you said yes,
When I confessed.
What a lovely dame you are,
With your eyes shining like stars,
Even when your hair is a mess,
You still look so well dressed.
I am so at sea,
By the way you mesmerize me.
You are so beautiful,
You may not realize it,
But I see it in every inch,
And every curve of you.
I love you.
Jesus ChristWell, Jesus Christ.
What a pretty face,
And I know you're not of an expensive taste.
I believe we were destined for fate,
I hope you realize I don't see you for the weight,
You seem to so desperately hate.
I'd love you no matter what you did,
As long as you don't rid me of my love for you.
I'd rather not make this cheesy and boring,
But hell, love is like that anyway,
And isn't that what we're supposed to be restoring?
You're the girl I could make a million songs for,
Because you're the one I adore,
I could do it with ease,
As many as I please.
I could sing you a lullaby,
So please don't say goodbye,
And please don't abide,
On the past that had died.
PsyduckWith sharp white teeth,
And glowing eyes,
The child hid,
And began to cry.
Oh don't cry,
He's just a figurement of your imagination,
No need to worry,
No need to fear.
"But his mouth is large,
And he's got an urge,
To pass me through his big black gorge."
Well then my dear,
We'll make him purge,
And spit you up he will.
"But then I'll be all mish-mash."
Oh shush up and stop with your balderdash!
Oh please though,
He'll come get me,
His bright yellow feathers are stained with blood,
And his feet are covered in dried black mud."
She went to sleep despite her plea,
The little girl was right,
And the monster did swallow up poor
Soft Rose BloodI ran my fingers along the grass, plucking out a blade now and then. I sat on the edge of a cliff above the rocky waves of this distant place as I watched the sun set on the horizon against the glistening water. A tear slowly drifted down my cheek from my nearly black eyes as the wind made my long baby blue hair surround my head and shoulders.
Wisps of hair tickled my cheeks and I tried to smile through the tears. It was a hard, unpleasant smile that caused small dimples to appear on my cheeks beside my tears and hair. I pulled the cuffs of my old black skull sweater over my hands and began to wipe restlessly at my own tears. Wanting for them to stop so badly but dreading their end because it only meant that I would have to go back there. Back to the place I choose to spent this endless summer in. Why did I ever think to do so?
The last tear fell on to my sleeve and I sniffled, wiping my wet nose. I stood up slowly, the wind pulling my clothes around me.
"Jessicka?" I heard a voice tha
When Did I FirstWhen did I first meet you?
When did I first begin to care,
And to love you?
When did I first want to be more than friends?
When did I first realized that you--
Were all I wanted at the time?
When did I first become absolutely sure of our love?
When did I first become jealous of everyone else who was near you?
When did I first begin to cry all the tears I had kept in all those years?
When did I first start to lose who I once was?
When did I first take down my walls for ones like you--
Ones that made me smile and laugh and I knew who cared?
When did I first begin to lose you?
When did I first start to hurt myself because crying was no longer enough?
When did I first stop eating properly?
When did I first begin filling every moment of my life with song lyrics?
When did I first begin to place songs and items with memories that both hurt so badly,
And are so wonderful?
When did I first start to realize that I no longer cared what happened to me?
When did I first start hurting like this?
Don't.Don't point that gun in my face unless you're going to shoot.
Don't take that blade to my wrist unless you plan on cutting.
Don't leave your razors open and freely about because I might just use them.
Don't show me where the fire is because I might begin to burn.
Don't let me cry too much or you may end up drowning.
Don't let me cut too much or you might ending up bleeding.
Don't lock me away because I'll only get worse.
Don't leave me out in the open or I might become insane.
Don't ask me how I am when you know that I'm just going to lie.
Don't assure me of something when you aren't even going to try.
Don't leave me with those pills because you might return to a mess.
Don't leave me with that lighter because you might return to ashes.
Don't let me drive myself insane here on my own.
Don't let my dark si
Sick AddictionSurround my limbs in poison needles,
Pushing neon colors into my veins.
Agony mixed with bursts of masochistic pleasure.
I will never stop,
I will never quit,
My addiction is a thick lust-
Thick like honey that trickles down onto your lips.
My eyes flash with shades of color ten times brighter-
Than that of the ones being injected into me.
Speckles of color flood my vision.
I am blinded by my own will.
I'm addicted to this sin.
This lust I've found within.
I will never leave this place,
This place of comfort that I am in.
I'm not quite sure where I began.
I only know that I started young,
But once you start it's hard to stop.
I don't think I'll ever stop.
These toxic colors,
These feeling of euphoria that flash through me,
I'm not done,
I'm never done.
Not Really SmilingI'm sorry for the confusion,
I'm sorry for the pain.
I'm sorry for all the mistakes-
That I have ever made.
I wish that I was falling-
To this very day.
And everytime I feel as though I'm dying-
It's the best feeling I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
And you may find it hard to take.
That everytime I'm crying,
I feel as though I'm finally awake.
I'm sorry for the trouble,
I'm sorry for my mistakes.
I'm just a stupid bitch,
And I'll pay the price for everything.
I'm sorry I'm not worth it,
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you.
Everytime you're sad,
And everytime you're hurt.
I wish that it was me,
Because then I could pay the price for all the shit I've done.
I'm sorry for everything,
I swear to god it's true.
I don't know how much more I have to tell you-
That I'm not really smiling.
Renew MeTurn over all our tables,
Start us all anew,
Replenish our bodies,
Bring us all to the light.
Let us see the bad that we have done,
Let us flush it all away,
Let us grasp the concept that others say we-
Are 'too young'
To understand anyway.
I'm cleaning myself out,
Another year to start myself over,
I'm finding who I really am,
Now that my self war has been over.
The memories have faded,
The pain is gone,
I have numbed the pain,
Of all that has been lost.
I'm cleaning out all my profiles,
Getting rid of the things I no longer enjoy,
And keeping the old,
That I find some joy in.
I've actually started to find myself,
Who I really am,
What I am like,
What I like.
The MorningThe morning. You know? That certain smell the wind contains during that time, the whiff of the dew still sparkling in the luscious velvet grass. The haze and rays of the twilight lingering on the blue canvas that is the sky. The moon smiling its selenic laugh and Venus winking its Luciferous eye as the brightness begins to illuminate the glorious day and starts you off right with the craving for the bean. For your first caffeine fix of the day...
...And then you realize: so begins another awful day of a dead-end, soul-sucking, mind-numbing, nowhere-heading, nine-to-five, American-dream of a job.
At least you had your coffee. Yay!
HarbouringTrees shifted around him, the world bending under the strain of focus. Granules of soil moved under his fingertips and blades of grass brushed against his skin. Hues of colour spun around him; shaded of green and brown invading his senses through the Autumn mist. His breathing was slowed to the point of suffocation, but he held no regard for it. This practice would only yield results through complete anonymity. He had to be no one, and nothing. He gradually eased his muscles until they were completely relaxed, and slowly closed his eyes. He could feel the smooth breeze caressing his features. His smell extended beyond the clearing, weaving through the scent of ferns, burning wood in the distance, the sweat of farmers working their crops, and the soothing smell of brewing tea. He could hear the wind moving around leaves, the grinding of a blade against a sharpening stone, the expressive whispers of two lovers in a distant village. And suddenly they flooded through.
It was nauseating to
In the Ocean of your TearsYou cry, you weep... Your despair is transformed into a tide of torments. Your tears roll on your hollow cheeks and wet your wan face. Furrows were formed by their constant passage, deteriorating your soft skin into forged stone. You cannot stop anymore, whatsoever you don't desire it. It is said that crying is liberating, but it is only another lie among the multitude which set up your world. Time passes, and you engulf yourself in an ocean of disillusion. You only start to understand the consequences of your denied acts. Soon, you must struggle to keep your head out of the aqueous extent. Your forces abandon you quickly, deserting your ungrateful carnal envelope. Your vitality was consumed in your infinite sorrow. Water infiltrates your mouth, your eyes, your nose, but you are unable to fight against this liquid spectrum. And slowly your lungs are gorged with the fruit of your sadness. Your puffy eyelids close for the last time on a universe that you created yourself and you suavely
Snow Blind 1These are the stories of a girl who saw the world differently. Her name is Naysa, and she has a way of seeing the truth in most aspects of life. Whether you think she is right or wrong is up to you. Her story is set a thousand years in the future, but the world has not advanced much. It’s as if the world has been set in a snow globe where the world sits still until it has been shaken on its foundations, and the snowflakes fall in a liquid made of shallow thoughts and excuses.
It was a bitterly cold day despite the clear sky. The empty plain was covered in a sheet of snow that was almost a foot thick. To the east was a small mountain range, and to the north was a small group of pillars on the horizon that were the buildings of the nearest city. The land sat completely frozen. The only disturbance was the steady roar of a train heading north, blowing up snow in its path as it headed toward the city. The train had stopped two times already due to the snow, making a quick train ride
Dans l'Ocean de tes PleursTu pleures, tu larmoies... Ton désespoir se transforme en une marée de tourments. Les larmes roulent sur tes joues creuses et mouillent ton visage blafard. Des sillons se sont formés par leur constant passage, altérant ta douce peau en pierre forgée. Tu ne peux plus t'arrêter, quoi que tu ne le désires nullement. On dit que pleurer est libérateur, mais ce n'est qu'un autre mensonge parmi la multitude qui a érigé ton monde. Le temps passe, et tu t’engouffres dans un océan de désillusion. Tu commences seulement à comprendre les conséquences de tes niais actes. Bientôt, tu dois te démener pour garder ta tête hors de l'étendue aqueuse. Tes forces t'abandonnent bien vite, délaissant ton ingrate enveloppe charnelle. Ta vitalité s'est consommée dans ta peine infinie. L'eau s'infiltre dans ta bouche, tes yeux, ton nez, sans que tu puisses te battre contre ce spectre liquide. Et, lente
stream of subconscious mindI ejaculate hummus.
I walked into the kitchen to cook a corn dog, but I dropped it on the floor.
I ate it anyway because it was a Nathan's Coney Island corn dog.
I put a burning coal on my dog.
I was reluctant to drink this pineapple juice, but then I realized I was a motherfucking moose.
A homeless man robbed our local chicken restaurant with a shotgun. I asked if I could finish my okra before laying down.
I ended up in a hospital gown.
I woke up this morning. That's a first.
The chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst.
I bought some snack called "Korn Krunchers" and I was disappointed that they had nothing to do with Korn.
Do you know which animal has the most nipples? I need some fucked up lactation porn.
The adult mind may stop expanding, but my dick never will.
A duck walks into a bar and says "put it on my bill".
I get a boner from my pets but I'm not a zoophile.
I need some time alone for a while.
Sometimes I wish black people were the majority so I, a white person could call ev
Eine kleine SamstagnachtsphilosophieDu siehst deine Kotze auf dem Asphalt, was will die denn da? Du blickst dich um doch die Bushaltestelle ist leer. Das Erbrochene vor deinen Füßen beschäftigt dich. Es ist ein Systemfehler. Seine Existenz… was hat sie für einen Grund? Die Kotze vor deinen Füßen erschüttert dein Weltbild, das zeugt von einem schwachen Weltbild, stellst du fest und kramst in deinem Mantel nach einer Zigarette. Deine Suche ist erfolglos. Du beschließt dass dein Bedürfnis zu rauchen doch nicht so groß ist und wendest deine Aufmerksamkeit wieder dem Erbrochenen auf dem Asphalt zu.
Es ist wirklich ulkig, denkst du dir, wie krampfhaft du versuchst das Wesen von Kotze zu ergründen, aber es muss sein. Du musst ein System finden, einen Sinn. Irgendetwas, das dir beweist, dass dieser braune Fleck keine zufällige Begebenheit ist. Wenn Kotze chaotisch ist, dann ist es das Leben auch und wenn dies der Fall ist, dann bedeutet das, dass die nagende Stimm
The Girl With Brown EyesThe Girl with Brown Eyes
By Amy Greene
In the heart of a strange and ancient forest, the four corners of the earth converge and sunder, moving together and apart again in currents of energy like the coursing blood of Gaia. Here was once a realm of men who lived together in perfect Harmony. Children ran unafraid and curled contentedly in their parents arms at night when all men gathered by the fire to hear the wisdom of Old Forest Man and the stories of Old Forest Woman. A vital, conscious stream of liquid crystal ran through the center of this forest. Then, came a terrible time that destroyed the Harmony. The liquid crystal was defiled and slithered along the stream bed with discordant cries instead of the delighted babbling of water over stones. This is the story of that time.
The disharmony began when one half of the people joined together to own the spirit of the air and plundered every pebble, stone and boulder from all the land to build a monstrous church to confine the energy of
Ginkgo's Message Hello to those who are listening...my name is Ginkgo. It's hard to remember how old I have gotten but I believe I am 18. The curse I have is like no other since I was turned into a ginkgo tree when I was a young boy.
For years I have stood in place dreaming about when my legs shall move again and I have seen what humans couldn't comprehend. One time a hawk looked me in my dark eyes that are now black holes. The hawk soon found a mate and made a nest on my arm that is now a thick branch. She had five baby birds but, one tried to fly and fell onto the ground.
The forest animals below us ate it and the rest of it was left to the bugs. Soon all the birds flew away leaving an empty nest and my pitiful cries unheard. A couple once rented a house not to far from me but, I don't know what happened...I-I remember that the man dragged her under me his face completely red with rage.
He lifted up a hatchet drove it into my leg making me scream but, not even the spirits of the forest heard my
.Pool of Knowledge.I find myself tied to a small rope that's just about to break while I float upside-down above a pool of knowledge.
I cry into the pool as I attempt to reach for it, wanting the knowledge so badly, not all of it, no.
I could never swallow up all the knowledge in such a large pool.
But I just wish that, even for a second, I would be able to suck in more than the small droplets that the wind blows up towards me.
I feel worthless, like I don't know anything worth shit.
There are ones higher up on their ropes, true, that are getting even less droplets, but still.
They are mostly younger, and their rope will be lowered in time.
But there are others, some even my age, that are lower than me.
They can reach and suck in as much knowledge as they can before it evaporates right in their hands.
Then there are all-powerful ones.
Ones who freely drink from this pool.
But some of them are too greedy and puke it
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