discontent
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my eyes stretch the horizon...
the cigarette burns quicker as I drag the smoke deeper in my lungs
I ponder the events of this week
my wanderings, where are you?
You watch me walk down the halls,
you know who I am.
Don't you?
I guess you think you do, I'm that smart girl,
maybe I'm that smart guy.
The one who's dorky and smart,
Maybe I'm dark and alluring,
Shall we dance with the devil,
among the many spawn of hate?
Shall we submerge to such level,
of a world with every dreaded date?
Shall we revolt from this darkness,
carrying the baggage of past displeasures?
We are the Outcast, The different ones
We call ourselves the Unwanted
We sit and slit, and watch till we can’t take anymore
Until the blood goes stale and the river runs dry
You're cold shoulder, bipolar high roller disorder
Is sympathetic, arithmetic, epidemic kinetic
Cope the rope and tie up the noose
Pull it too tight the limb will break off loose
Im haunted by shadows in the open, They surround me with theyre empowering eyes, They cloud my judgement with whispers, I can close my eyes and cover my ears, but the whispers grow louder and louder, They dont scream nor raise their voice, They wh
Eyes once open now closedLips once the color of a rose.Resting in a bed of silkNo more feeling any guilt.Skin of porcelainEyes like glassNo sound other then the windWhispering through the grass.
This is a letter to a friend.Who thinks no one is there.In times of need, in times of grieve.When suicide feels like the only answer,spreading like a cancer,through the mind, the soul.
My dearest loved one, once seized the stars-
the sun, the moon, venus and mars.
My darling, so divinely, he seemed to hold them all
but he thought his hands were empty.
Happiness is a tired heart
And calloused hands. It's pain
Relievers and aching metaphors.
Metaphors that breathe and sing
Like Northern Cardinals 'what cheer!
'What cheer!' The rhetoric
Change, A word I hate to bear
When it pounces on my life
And runs me to despair
Relocation, An identity of mine
An overbearing type of life
When we won’t make up our mind
We can’t come to a conclusion
