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PreyerTake me down to rest at your feet. For I am tired of standing on my own.Preyer
Let me sleep, slow the frantic beat. For I am tired of having no home.
Give me peace from nightmares and dreams. For I am tired of showing what others see.
Stop my ears from laughter and screams. For I am tired of falling short of me.
by ~sickofpissingabout
SelfGive me a sign, I’ll show you mine. You drink water, I’ll drink wine Find the time to get some spine. The truth is evident in time.Self
You sing of pity, I’ll spit out hate. Empathy is a liar’s state. Fool to blame yourself on fate. The truth is coming you have to wait.
by ~sickofpissingabout
Sweet SurrenderIcing bright in a saccharine vein. The spoons of crystal treasure that spawn infernal pleasure. They help relieve the growing pain of the self-destructive Cain.Sweet Surrender
Dark candies float on foetid breeze. Of numb arm, dark rings. Sweet, little pinprick stings A voice to make the hearts blood freeze. Says can you pass the sugar please? Can you pass the sugar please? Please? Sugar?
by ~sickofpissingabout
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Weird Perversions No.1Your smooth and beautiful rimWeird Perversions No.1
The colour of molasses
Yes my dear,
by ~RaddledWithIdleness
Second-hand SmokeThen they'd haul the cage back in, with its catch of miners dredged from the mountain's cavity. Even their eyeballs were black, see - they'd look like buried men dug back from coal hells to return in silence to villages of wives and children.Second-hand Smoke
Smoking kills say the scattered packets of Lambert. But, we live squeezed between hollowed monoliths, lurking along roads clogged by town after town. If this air that tastes of roof tiles doesn't kill us; if this damp, that keeps us damp until the rain returns, doesn't kill us; if the pressure of each person's personal slag heap wei
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
The enchantressThe enchantressThe enchantress
It was one of those days when the forest was saturated with life. The sudden quivering of the bushes, the swift shadow across the newly greened tree tops, the startling shriek from the depths of the forest. They were all proof that, even though one could not plainly see it, life was all around. The birds sang so unobtrusively that their song could have easily gone unnoticed, and yet, it was impossible not to feel the serenity they brought.
It was on just such a day that two riders were dragging lazily along the forest road. The horses didn’t mind the slow pace; a day like this was not made
by ~tannally
delititnuSometimes, but not every time,delititnu
I wish I wished to wish for wishes. Not the wishes most often wished, not the one's most often given,
nor the one's that have a chance, or those that never romanced.
Most often, but not very these days, I hope for hopeless unreal hopes. Not the one's most often hoped,
not the one's, once believed in nor the one's that ever stood chance,
or even those of promised lands.
Oddly enough, but hardly at all,
I romanticize the unhoped - unwished. Not those that last through sleepless nights, not the one's undream
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Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line
Tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Do I look like a fuckin' people person?
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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