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The VesselsSomething about knives and thighsThe Vessels6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And flesh that rests on flesh at best
And the eyes that see the skin that lays
On top of muscle and bone and veins
A touch, a tease, desired, please
Tense repentance for adored release
And maybe a cut to help retrieve
Some sort of fixation that if need be
Be the stimulation felt of the two
Who all in all reach intensity through
The sense of wrists, legs, and hair
Lips and teeth, everything is bare
Nothing compares, the wait, the fate
Lovers plunge into euphoria's state
A climax to couple with such affection
Stares that have but one direction
An emotion exploding, destroying all fears
And the
-Pain-tedHe painted a demon-Pain-ted7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That he could not see
That ripped at his fingers
And made his mind bleed
Confusion and anger
Ran out of his veins
Pulled on his comfort
As if they were reins
Without hesitation
With many a thought
He kept living life
Despite what it brought
With frustration ahead
Regret right behind
He was lead through a future
Which he could not find
And then, something happened.
It happened to be,
Something that reached out,
Allowed him to see:
All he should be doing,
What he does so well:
Creating his torment,
Composing his hell.
Forget his worshiped.
Forget his name.
Forgive his weakness.
For he is to blame.
Hey Hey7 years ago in Strips
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hi7 years ago in Surreal
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loneNo music to thislone6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel kind of empty, spewing
Nothing new and, all I’m feeling
Is a vague sense of, nothing new…
So who can tell, who can say
I feel more like this everyday
Don’t want to fill, with a vice
Although some kind of alternate substitution
Would be nice, I would never roll the dice
To put my life on hold, so some mold
Can grow up my legs
I feel vague, mistakes, are made
And although so small, I still
Think of them all, until another
Takes the place, still an empty space
Resides within, without, a trace
A smile on my face, a dance in my step
But I feel my soul needs something more
Before, I can’
He had it comin'6 years ago in Drawings
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The Economy 3 years ago in Humorous
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Penguin CookieThe Vacancy Of Your Terrestrial SpherePenguin Cookie7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If nothings left the sky caves in
The water a former vacant whim
No colors, no black, no white
No Darkness in absence of non-existent light
Your education a discontinued waste of time
Entertainment sought out as if blinded by
That which we try so hard to live for
If this world disappeared, what is there to live for?
If truths make as much sense as a lie
Then why are we afraid to die
Another stage we wish to refrain from starting
But if this world ended, there would be nothing
To live for, anymore, anymore, anymore
A hallow abyss we wish to avoid
Its at that point, we would welcome death
S
Gurrgle7 years ago in Strips
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Picture Perfect ContradictionIn pieces, parts, distorted glancePicture Perfect Contradiction4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am trapped in the aroma of a sweetened romance
And you know, yeah you know, that it’s not my choice
But I cannot escape the enthralls of that leading voice
And you know, yeah you know, it is not my will
But to keep the things you make me feel, I would kneel
I shouldn’t kneel
A sweet entrapment
A love ensnared
Are you happy
Because I’m scared
Love reduced to fiction,
Absenteeism, and friction
Definition of addiction
Picture perfect contradiction
In joy, parts, distorted chance
I am floating far above a love in circumstance
And you know, yeah you know, that I have a choice
W
Eye Play2 years ago in Humor
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Baffling AdulationI stun, but I never obtainBaffling Adulation6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quite a catch, from which you refrain
Where is the flaw, in my presence,
My actions, your sign
With all the love you have for me,
Why are not you mine?
I stun, but I never obtain
Quite a catch, from which you refrain
Altbat2 years ago in Games
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PoacherWhat a tasty cure for boredomPoacher6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How obscure your orgasm, looms
Over me while
I’m alone in this cardboard box
Filled with makeup and cellophane
I’m combined, denied, advised
Separated, acknowledged, and classified
Take a dive into the sex drive of
An angel sent from Heathens above
What a love born of spite
Makes me sick, but the security
Makes me feel alright
Cause I can count on one thing here
I’ll always know that what I need
Is never there
Roll over
This in my, head
I’d hide under a rock
But I prefer my bed
Think over
This all in, time
I’d write my issues
But I hate to rhyme
But I hate to rhym
1269 - Are You My Mothers?6 years ago in Wild Animals
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Love Sting6 years ago in Strips
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A bench is in critical conditi7 years ago in Strips
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Lesson Number: AlwaysEverything is a subject we can list in termsLesson Number: Always7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of rotting flesh we digest as subastral worms
We confine in like icing, murder gets you drunk
Stuffing drink down your throat like a body in the trunk
Is this a comparison to be fed by spoon?
Tell me again how I'm born into a metaphor so soon
Dropping trash that will last in the gutters or your mouth
Picked up or swallowed willingly, without a doubt
This is the most questionable instinct I've ever feared
Quite honestly I lie when I say I'm not scared
Quite pitifully I answer my remarks with thrill
And intense hysteria forcing my life to stand still
So it passes and trash is the lashes f
Padded KneesYou’re wantedPadded Knees5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And you make damn sure
For every stylized picture
Every formatted blur
You’re missed
You’ll make it true
You don’t want me
You want me wanting you
I’m claustrophobic
You’re walls wearing thin
I’ve no choice
But to break from within
You’re mistaken
You are worth more
Then you let on
As if you are torn
I feel so abused
So left alone
Melodramatic
Upon your throne
The music is loud
Your heart stops beating
The same tired shit
You keep repeating
You can be something
Above the lies
Close your legs
Open your eyes
HereIt’s like the foulest of drugsHere6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It’ll fuck you up, but I’ll be damned
If it doesn’t feel good
Tired of kisses and hugs
And the build up, it takes to have planned
For what we could
Have had
I’m scared shitless of
Chemicals and friends
The meaning behind false pretenses
The glass that holds the sands
Time falls past
Things never last
Things never mend themselves
The way they should
And as much of a drone as I am
I fail my wit to no end
A human, a robot, a pile
Of rotting, decaying, vile
Discrepancies
It’s like the most wondrous pill
You can’t keep control, but the thrill
Will have you comi
FragmendYour head is deep under the oceanFragmend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your body is laid out on the street
Your heart is in the earth laid open
Where I can feel it shake beneath my feet
You may have been scattered and broken
Exposed to a cold winter in heat
But you're too chaotic to be frozen
I can tell with every ground moving beat
Baloon6 years ago in Abstract
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Just Imagine Picture this: his arms around me. Us panting.Just Imagine6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Imagine: the stale taste of champagne in the back of my throat. The moon outside the window. The smell of cheap cologne. His hair on my face. His breath on my neck.
I don't know why I agreed. Maybe so he will never forget me. What I mean to say is: there is no love in his eyes. So, why agree? If there's no love, I mean. Maybe I just want to be a good friend.
Sta.sh
