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As it wains I begin to wax
As smelt explend
orants forge
a deep brown
crayon waxing
the moon
the moon
seepting blood
consume
consume
you are the slave
save make case
kerdles feel
disect
direct
in in in in in
pull it inn
sleep
sleep
sleeping mind
septic mind
vommit
vommit is art is vommit
cum is art is cum
art is cum is blood
it soaks into the paper
it seeps into your mind
septic and rot
rot rot rot
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mrs doubptingfires
Its almost time for the sun
its almost time for bed
on tv there is a man
he has decided to dress as
an old woman
in order to spend more time with
his familly
the full moon casts an eerie light
shit is so jumbled around
does this kind of writing count as poetry
its a string of words
its a string of words
its a string of words
its a string of words
so I think it ( Read more... ) -
maybee
Maybee this poem should be clever
maybee it should be sad
maybee it should be funny
fuck fuck fuck fuck
maybee it should be a veil
maybee it should be a hole
maybee it should be mysterious
fuck fuck fuck fuck
maybee I should just tell people how I feel
then I wouldn't have to worry about these stupid fucking poems
or maybee I'm to scared -
dust and smoke
Moving forward always
moments pass quickly
latching on forever
no longer beside me
in a race I'm surely losing
trying to understand its meaning
you've already passed the horrizon
and somehow also stayed behind me
camped out as a distant memory
I realize now
made of smoke and dust
its gone forever
these paths were never meant to cross
its my mistake
its usually ( Read more... )
