March 2012
409 posts
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Moving On
You Screamed At Me You Moved On and I’m Stuck
Words You Can Never Take Back, Recall and or Erase
So I’m Going To Take The Step and Move On
It Hurts But I’m Tired and I Understand What It Is
No More Walks In The Wind Singing Under The Moon
No More Sex In The Shower Then Afterwards We Cuddle and Spoon
No More Us and No More You
I Believed In You and Trusted You But You...
February 2012
245 posts
paintmesecure:
Sometimes I wander, burn life in my veins, pour agony into skin, intentionally price myself undesirable. Most are oblivious to the empty in bones, or the passion in dreams; time is as dry to their lust as whispered secrets are to eavesdropping agony. Someday, someone, they will feel beyond the importance of a kiss, or distance of a scent; delicate and cruel, testing and the both...
paintmesecure:
You are destined so much more than desired; the Moon should sleep in the fragile of your chest, curling about deep into your ribs. Leave my arms and soar to waking dreams, and please, make home against the shore; your comfort from gasping. Remember us, the love I burned into teardrops, I have gently unfurled and painfully set the ocean free. Your breaths are the gravitated waves...
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Enlightenment
I’m On This New Stage Of Enlightenment
Nirvana Mixed With Ecstasy
One According With Me My Self and I
No Optic Transplant But I Got New Eyes
Wide Awake and Nothing Seems To Be At Stake
Same Me Different Perspective
Same Me Just Riding Different Directions
Moving At My Own Pace Traveling In My Own Place Easy Steady Its No Race
How Long Will This Last? I Don’t Know But I’m...
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My Words Fueled
My Words Are Fueled By Powerful Emotions
Waves of Anger and Sadness That Crash Onto The Shore of My Reality.
Storms of Passion With Gusty Desire.
Seems Like A Beautiful Picture But It Makes Me Livid.
There’s A Battlefield A Battlefield! I Scream To The Silence of My Dorm
No One Understands The Chaos Streaming Through My Head
Day and Night - No Kid Cudi, But I Toss and Turn Trying To...
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When I See You
When I Look At You I See You Better Then You See Your Self
I Can Tell You Feel Small and Immaculate. Left On A Shelf.
Burden By Many Things. The Pain The Lies The Relocation The Bad Touches The Broken Family Passed Around Passed Around They Each Held You But Dropped You To The Ground.
Never Have I Experienced The Same But I Can Empathize Not Sympathize Can’t Be Sorry For Something I...
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Its Cold and I Hurt Too
Just Like You I Hurt Also….Just Like You I’m Lustful
Its Cold Over Here Now Your Gone No Fire For Desire No Love To Keep Me Warm
Hugging Myself Because No One Else Can. Hugging Myself Because By You Was Were I Thought I’ll Always Stand.
So Many Many Things Race Through My Head I Come In and Out Of Focus Can’t Stomach Food I Got The Plague I’m Vomiting Locust
No...
ghostsandonionskins:
I took your hand the wind advanced but wove a circle while we danced
I wrote a song that pressed the sun to two blue coins your eyes undone
I drove a car through hurricane to hold you warm within the rain
You took my hand and slowed me down lest in my fever I would drown
a boy with hopes to give the world forgo the quest to know the girl
Sinners and Saints Skipping to Eternity: EDITORS... →
saintdavid:
Silk-box burning men— a diary with notes from a Brooklyn queen Sacred-scab mascara, a button amongst a treasure chest of paper-clips—a dash and a coma, all the pretty little fruit-bats An ellipsis, an ellipsis— A golden crown of rock And/or roll, seated high On the head of another Dead…
THIS IS PURE ART <3
I want to escape from reality sometimes.
erikbang:
To get away from the real life problems and feelings. I want to disappear to a place where nobody knows me and create a new beginning to who I want people to see me as. I want to lose myself to something new where exploring and discovering myself is my only intention. Something and somewhere out of my normal day lifestyle.
Called love
imprisonedphilosopher:
there is a level of insanity
where I sit and wonder candidly
about the nature of man
and what can be
and do you want to hear
of the visions I see
a nicer world
where you
and me
can revel together
in this insanity
called love
Fond Memories
imprisonedphilosopher:
her hands walked down my chest
unbuttoning my shirt
then she massaged my aching shoulders
washing away the long day’s hurt
next she put her arms around me
and kissed me on my cheek
but I caught her and pulled her closer
so I could kiss her till her knees went weak
All beauty must die: Swallowed Tongues. →
mister-selfdestruct:
I don’t remember what life was like without you. The constant exchange of speaking that meant more than anything I’d said before. I don’t remember what it felt like to not have my first and last words of the day be for you. Good morning lovely. Always reaching for my phone or to put my arm…