Donors sharing all of every sides pair of despair. Caressed carelessness assembled beyond admirable gestures, watching their movements freestyled upon.
Irregularly finding unbound pleasures. Acting no longer has a place here. I kept my mouth shut, even though I lied to myself about saying something.
Those animal traits making harassment advances in 3 plus piece suits, require arrangements of company dinners. Seriously laughing so hard… the blinks of eye tells a story.
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Blame me
Enter this dreamy crystal castles walls.
Before shattered beginnings become the past.
Lost in the future, found in the present
All dreams aren’t pleasant.
Nightmares wares wear werewolf mask
Fantasies see sea’s to drown under me.
My dictionary doesn’t explain any meaning
fiending for what’s known to return seeds sown.
Don’t stall on my request…
Seems the sexual nature, is more important than true love.
Watch doubt strangle trust issues
Kiss happy ending goodbye
I’m ready now, to die….
All these lies held like they didn’t matter.
Who’s the actor?
Pretending everything perfectly ok…
Ready to choose, one way roads.
Unable to cloak in the invisible room
Too soon to begin breaking trends.
Attending forgotten meetings,
Seems we’re having trouble breathing
Leading ourselves to the back of the line.
“Forgets what he wants”
Getting better by day at dog walks
Talks deceivingly, claim your reason..
Like you’re feeding my pets who have a pit less stomach.
Works hard for the truth, knowing hypocrites can point out falseness in claimed faultless worlds. Curled up in cracks in corners, Spare my breath for recalls and endless falls into oblivion. Giving them my spelled name out in every song, knowing the spelling is wrong. How does it feel to peel back the knowing of truth? Lose my eye contact and sincerity….. turn me into a mannequin….
Wooden boys can’t be blamed, instead kill that conscience with its annoying noise. Responsibility’s disregarded for those who aren’t real burdens thrown upon the parents back for children to don’t act accordingly.
Who’s blameless?
Untouched by mortals and the normal who feels this is the world. (that’s the way it is)
Never to reminisce the feeling of an untainted child’s kiss.
Missing my worth, knowing exactly where it’s disappeared too.
Long gone! Knowing I’m dead wrong, my tombstone reads: “I BREATHE AGAIN”
Trends rendering life into new child’s bribes of what’s not right
Fight for an undetermined cause, then claim it courageous!!!….
Page less unwritten stories are ripped out of books never published
Swearing an oath…
Then lie directly into my picked out eyes..
I’ll appreciate its worth and realize you don’t deserve my undeserved kindness.
Since I’m binded in blindness, my fondness for you can diminish in moments
Who’s hopeless?
Was it worth to fury the flame?
Being tamed or rule less?
Dressed in attire for the liars.
Volunteered and hired
To admire that phoenix’s spire.
too high to reach….
That brink of prosperity.
While all the worth crumbled.
Children picked up the shards.
Adding favored puzzle pieces.
Leaches suck blood to gain angel wings.
And to think everything is in vain.
Could be the worse opinion existing.
In living to die.
Telling lies holding nothing but truth.
Excusing Jorel…
Out of a world of flames he tries to change.
That blame is all on me.
All on me…
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Was there something different you seen in my eyes?
I found a dream, where no one payed attention.
This was better than any person or God could offer me.
Closing eyes, while writing such.
Was your sickness any worse than mines?
My wife and children were killed
while one sat upon a broken rock bench
watching how the beginning of a life meant nothing.
No one was able to watch the pretty smile he had
when anyone was watching.
The worst part of it all, was i had nothing at all to offer.
Yet, this smile crashed upon the ending which never began.
Most people yearn for money, the white picket fence and secure health.
I lived in the worst possible state
anyone besides a drug addict could comprehend.
Where danger accompanied me on any side, waiting with a smile to have me.
It’s not that you are any different, as you could save your entire life
within a piggy bank for any drunk driver to step on it by accident.
When I cried, It was more often than not, but luckily my eyes
have a smile over them that distracts you from the truth of it all.
Yeah well, whatever…
Isn’t that what we all do anyways….?
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Ya know. There was a whole bunch of people that always smiled at me.
My smile wasn’t that great, as I have “pretty” bad teeth.
But the same mouth, had them dancing like monkeys on the last day
before th Aztec calender ran out. It’s not like I expected you to be amused
by this, or even pay attention. It’s not like you found me under an olive tree
praying for you to become the number one center of my attention.
Unfortunately you’re probably a bigger piece of shit than I am.
Wait..but you have a prettier smile and better hair.
I guess you’ll get the job interview first.
I kiss a few, but have had sex with many.
If you wanted a hug, your father has to be dying…at the least.
Wait.. you didn’t have a father, I guess I can’t relate.
This poem isn’t even a poem, but guess what I talked about (not) you.
It was the simplest most boring shit you’ll read, but your eyes
will still remain amused.
That means you’re stupid and it’s definitely not love.
Didn’t even think about any clever wordplay.
Used the same words over and over and I still don’t care.
I’ll find you attractive, masturbate and get right over you.
Maybe there’s two i actually care about, the rest are toilet paper.
I’m sorry, I was just bored when I decided on messaging you.
That’s cool, I’m sure we can talk about something for hours.
Where……..
I was speaking in my sleep.
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