we call him melancholyThe arrangement that breeds inside me is melancholia.we call him melancholy
The silence digresses
in the form of a recollection and lingering in the cracks is the manifestation
of a ghosts disposition.
Perturbation from misery in solitary confinement of the mind.
It's the rebirth of sadness- heavy hallow eyes bring the flood and little moral
Whichever You PreferDid you find solace between the sheets of personality, while confined in the direction of ruins?Whichever You Prefer
Desolate we wanderers of comfort and place.
Leaving my psyche this transient portrait that befalls you, Distant opal reverie.
Memory begins with a whiplash
and you find yourself confused, confronting Poise - something heavy A linear escape from bereavement and glut, exposure, the trut
GaloreEternity belongs another beauty - in still frameGalore
on a cloud lulling she builds castles out of air in the deep, dismal night. Detached she becomes;
a bitter pill can be hard to swallow grabbing a cigarette he lays on the couch, consigned to oblivion.
Forlorn thoughts flood his mind.
Without warning his heart abruptly confesses
farewells said in silenceDeathfarewells said in silence
Ending the end.
Feel nothing
no need to pretend
dream lightly
hold tight my friend.
Where am I?
I am where?
Nowhere, lifeless
Complication so hopeless -
faceless -
face present.
I slowly see
you slowly see.
I Fade as
Death becomes me.
I am nonexistant
you overpower
so painlessly
I loathe you
you stole me
but the fight is wearing.
Thin.
Ene
A Drunken BlurMy heart's been stomped on by 54. Ripped out and stabbed... ...by the fang of the bright yellow demon. Each chamber penetrated. Forever 27 One legend creates a legend. I can not feel my face, My eyes burn of kerosene, Blinded by an imitation mace. Conquered by those of the unknown, Trying to hold me back. I will... ...Break on through to die.A Drunken Blur
poem 72- BackwardWhat a peculiar start to a summer. Time has left unsettlement. We are all unsettled. Has Time always been one to flee when things become difficult? Is this how we all will stay; separated. Distant, with miles of faces in between each one I know.poem 72- Backward
Summers past haven’t begun so incomplete.
What a different summer ahead as Time drags us forward by our hair into the impatient months with Change by her side coming along for the ride and the wonderful sight seeing opportunity.
A live show of wandering bodies
drifting forward. &
just 22 and i dont mind dying
Sarcastic
Hurt a lot?
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...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
hah ive actually thought about putting a bone through it as well, but im still only at a 14 gauge so i havent really expanded it very much.
soon though!
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
no smiling when you get a septum piercing
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
--
...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
thank you thank you.
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I Spy stock? ~TheStrange-Stock
'I am a robot, I am the undead, I am the oldest living example of my kind'
'I am ZombieFucker'
whenever the recording is done, you should uhh send me a link so i can give a listen.
stay cute
ahaha
--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
--
I Spy stock? ~TheStrange-Stock
'I am a robot, I am the undead, I am the oldest living example of my kind'
'I am ZombieFucker'
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