Mr. Full stop.
A nonsical noise that he begins with finish.
Once ignored, now amend with his wish.
This man he knows so well the end.
He's past the need of words to send.
A period of silence shapes this man's rouse.
Now that he knows we'll watch him abuse.
Trick question.
Lit with matches and intended to burn.
This cabin fever is what I had to learn.
When we become one and not at all.
This is the begining of a love-waterfall
Shit, My worst fears are becoming a reality, Cabin fever has struck and I'm to blame... God forgive me.
I'm going to a pretty place now, where flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so...
Virgin.
This rendevouz between what's known and what's not.
A once blank canvas now endowed with the lot.
Eagerly scribbled my hand ends with intruige.
A request to recipicate is all that I plead.
One word that exists to explain yourself clear.
Come end this battle between truth and fear.
Still no reply from God.
Trying, I swear.
Truth is merely a lie agreed upon.
A blind whisper of sanity.
Once affiliation becomes demand.
We look to the king for his wise charm.
This is not a poem but a prayer.
A messege to the bastians of sanity.
Blessed are they our holders of truth.
Our keepers of right.
Now then shall we become this.
When all is lost beyond sight.
Tell me now who is of the light?
Amen.
Paper cup prejudice
Distant feet did wonder upon thee.
This old creep did cry unto me.
All this and more for tears that run.
All his gallore for this empty fun.
Claire, Im OK.
Bizarrely enough I could of been dead. quiet easily.
Thankyou for the concern.
x
wrote a letter to god...
it says...
''I hope you get this.
alex.''
I'll post it tomorrow and see what happens.
x
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Birth has become the forgotten flame.
Extinguished from start with time to blame.
This drag breeds content for a line that is bent.
This smoke we inhale to exhale it is meant.
The pursuit for cool fades against will.
The life we chose in the ashtray we kill.
Some day joining you ingorant fools on your perpetual victory march will be the only thing left to do.
Standing on the other side of the river smiling with my middle finger up that those that can see.
Untill then?
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Two types of people in this world. Which dictate how you live your life more than anything else...
There are the... ''I know that you know I know'' people... and the ''I know that you dont know I know'' people...
which one you are is irrelevant because only the other person will know.
The point is, is that you should never over complicate a situation with false hope.
If a conversation does not consist of the basic premises that the exachange of 'I know' far out weighs 'I dont know'
Then dont kid yourself into thinking the person or yourself are worth talking to.
'Tis The mystery of human chemistry.
Affiliaton.
From absurd to straight this distance we negate.
When cold becomes warm for sake of debate.
Seek comfort through words that mean we know.
Untill one will forsee the other one grow.
Never thought I would ever feel like this but I really really hope that I'm nothing more than an average teenager falling into a cliche I'm unaware of. Please god.
I just want to be normal now. Please. Please. Please. Please....
I dont know now.
Shit.
Deceit is merely truth.
Your fault not mine.
Reflect off of black, not a sign of self back.
You wont see me be, my colours run free.
Truth wont succeed, now let the lies breed.
I'm lost for words now, no need to ask how.
With honor I do fail.
Round and round the flipped penny spins.
To a point of which the upside wins.
Left to chance life knows not what it brings.
A song of which the downside sings.
Abyss.
This secret I have, which I do wish to tell.
The words are said, to recieve is to fail
To hear of a sound in between a line.
It is absurd to think that yours is not mine.
Why you hate me.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.