Execrable am II feel invincible, in principle,Execrable am I
Walking in text and prints of your,
Words and breathe that were meant,
For souls, and lament the tolls,
Across bridges that span,
Time and make me the man,
To stand, in front, so blunt.
Yet, I'm the one, forgotten son,
Bought and sold to no one,
Walking inexorably towards,
The sheath and gun, such havens,
Forgotten and lost, but never won.
So many jokes, I choked,
Jealousy arose and spoke,
No
Not ApplicableCrush and stand tall - Let the lights shine brightly, As if to cover you; fiendishly blind you, Dessimate and arrest you, Thrust shoulders back, chest forward, Fall into it with fever.Not Applicable
Clasp your eyes shut, For what cuts through your lids like fighting invalids, Reminds you of hellfire, And let history be of no import.
Crash like crawl like crush, Embrace the light with furver, Feel the gravity of it bending against your will, Crash tasks into past with darkness below and find a surface, Crawl along it under the immense heat, Feel the crush
Sacredly Scared Pt. 1"Sacredly Scarred and Scared Sonnets of Samuels' Sanguinely Sorrowful and Systematically Soliloquized Soul; pt. 1"Sacredly Scared Pt. 1
Intensively shaking he blinked in rhythmic procession, Familiar sensations of internal writhing commence, Breathing in clear air, he returns to this emotional obsession, A lesson learnt by cleansing in bitter common sense. This story will end abruptly, and violently, closed casket, Don’t take blame unto your conscious, pathetic, Retrospectively you’ll turn question and hesitate to ask it, Truth is translucent, metaphorically naught, We can’t see beyond our own breath un
child Neglect“child Neglect”child Neglect
There’s a cool breeze flowing across waters of uncertainty, Lives of problematic characteristic humanistic ballistics, Painstakingly clear through cloudy catastrophic chemistry, And turned on a note all through twisted accounts of history,
Burn me a line of beauty and circumstantial behavior, I’ll run from here to there with charismatic crescendos, Windows and in those, people see what they want to see, Believe in what we all need to believe, we see what we can’t be,
It’s not hard to act revolutionary, but sit stationary, Takin’ easy routes
my cup runneth over
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gridlockd: gallery / twitter / a pit of hatred
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Life is what happens in the absence of sleep
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Life is what happens in the absence of sleep
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you know what they say:
kill me once, shame on you. kill me twice, shame on me.
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