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This schism, a chasm a rift You made this inside of me A tear, a rupture, a rapture You took from within me Return to me my salvation, My morose macabre morbidity! Careless of your elevation, Bury me far from all reality! Essence fades to black again, Return to me my nothingness Entomb the fallacy in the pain Of truth and nothing else !  

Coerced to let go of it all Made to suffer an endless fall A tumbleweed a dust bunny ball Down hill rolling stone is all Gather momentum and bid the time Receive this punishment for no crime Falsely accused the suspect prime Presumed guilt judged true this time

Irreverent and belittling the false accusation Made without understanding or mind that is sound Evoke extreme rage unconstrained by causation Nothing else but this is the battleground

Ingenue: I love you! I love the way you smile and they way your eyes have this devilish glow, I love the way your heart skips a beat whenever my love shows! I love the way you speak the words that you say, I love the way you say your words that make me want to stay. I love the thoughts you think of me and I love the way you act. I love the way your love is a glue fixing all my cracks. I love the way you try to hide your smile and tell me when you're down, I love the way you feel comfort when I'm around. I love the past that made you, you and the stories that you tell, I love the way your love calls me like a ringing bell! Him: Were that yo

On a dark desert highway, We crossed paths Like two ships passing, In the black night! Unbeknownst to the other, There was a pull so strong, A gravitational force so pure, It put us on a collision course! Little did they know about it, But they were asymptotes in love Forever coming closer but never together Always entwining with an eternal fate unknown!

Your vicarious thrills disgust me Repugnant is your eternal hypocrisy Take a life and called it mercy But a repeat is murder tragedy Whatever name is used for this sanctimony

Softly swirling at the surface Fluid like water or air This devil has not a face Not even eyes nor hair Yet just a small reminder Of the power it can wield It dances on the wind kinder Hiding the force it can yield

"But until then, you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP when grown folks is talkin!" -Black Dynamite I may start arguments online, start discussions, and the worst thing I get isn't silence- I love silence. "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" -Abraham Lincoln What's worse than silence? Getting comments of "you're an old fart" or "you're an idiot" or "you're just old Telelia. You're way of thinking is old" What does this show me? You have no thought, you lack proper desire to give an educated comment. That you regurgitate what society told you to. That you're just like the rest of the sheep, willing