

stolen by waves THE DEATH OF A PURE BODY STOLEN BY WAVES,stolen by waves
Dreaming half awake, half dead, the world around me, I saw a deep hole in their dirty souls. I was suffering, forbidden from air, hardly breathing: I saw it in the darkest place! It was dark! Stars disappeared from my sky, Watching my back I was walking on the sand, Naked, the wind playin with my dark hair, I felt hands around, holding me! Suddenly i turned, no one was there, no one after me! I kept walk


HIM HIMHIM
In the darkness of night, I saw his reddish, ocean blue eyes staring at me, Full of tears and blood. HE cried help from the depth of his soul.. Madness drove us to the valley of burried souls, there I saw his marvelous eyes clearly, there I realized that the valley stole his mortality.. He lost his soul till the end of time.. White and deep with his marble skin and his straight black hair, and his capturing eyes he looked at me, and sm


today i'm ready to die TODAY, IM READY TO DIE,today i'm ready to die
I'm sorry tears im going to let you go, I'm sorry tears im going to die today, So come to me shadows of the nights, Embrace my soul and take me to a better place surrounded by angels. Tears, you are running fast again falling like rain, leaving my eyes to the loneliness of the night. Angels come and lift me up; someone is waiting for me at home. I paid my fees and im done already, i gave up my crown to the angel of the night and here i am beneath the dark sky with my reddish dress waiting for my wedding to come, waiting f


i know who drank me alive I KNOW WHO DRANK ME ALIVE.... Back then it was very darck outside, sorrow was filling my black heart, Bleeding blue there was no pain, I couldn't hear but your voice inside my veins, Running through my body like a dazzling snake, Eating my fresh skin, turning it to brown pouring meat!i know who drank me alive
How could i not remember what happened back then? was i drunk? was i drugged?? All i know is that your voice was killing me slowly with no sound! I was dead already


The Lake“The Lake”The Lake
He stood, looking out across the lake. He liked it here; it was so quiet and still. He called it ‘The Dead Lake’. It scared him slightly, the way it never moved, never changed. It was a different kind of silence here, too. The kind of silence that didn’t like to be broken. Thick silence. It wasn’t the complete absence of noise, there was noise here, it just couldn’t be heard. It felt as if, if you made a noise too loud, it would swallow you. It was hostile quiet. That was partly why he liked it, but it scared him all the same. This place seemed to draw him to it. It frightened him, just standing next to the lake, but i


Strange Writing. Poetry?Claustrophobia?Strange Writing. Poetry?
The Walls Are Closing In On Me The Door Is Locked The Window Won't Break No One's Here With Me I'm Scared What Do I Do I'm So Confused I Just Want To Get Out But How There Is No Way Out I Can't Think Straight I'm Alone The Walls Are Closer, I Can Tell I Need To Get Out I'm Trapped Forever Inside This Room And I'll Never Be Let Out Maybe If I Slowly Destroy The Building From The Inside I'll Be Free Gone From The Wretched Room I Was Created In


Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o


poetry.But i love youpoetry.
Will you be there when i die kiss me one final time catch me when i fall and bleed would you even wanna cry while you watch me slowly die watching as my blooddrips rolling off my finger tips drips onto the floor making puddles more and more hearing all my bloody cries watch tears roll from my eyes gasping for one final breath pain swells up in my chest spreading through my arms and legs numb but i can still feel pain i try to regret nothing but that is so hard to do when all i hear is "but i love
... Thank you, Sweetie
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the world is changed.
p.s. it's between you and me.
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I'm a pseudo-masochist.
pretend to Spank me!
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I'm a pseudo-masochist.
pretend to Spank me!
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