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My Sixth SenseSee my supple skin flat against the dirty graves. Feel my beating heart penetrating still hearts through dirty stone. Smell the rotten corpse as I dig down to its organs. Taste the blood; my salty tears. Hear my sobs. God! – I want this! - Send me beneath the ground to rub shouldered joints with dead dirty still hearts, that beat in private thought, private prayer and private solitude. Solitude in the company of death. Kill me! Murder my senses! Entrench my thoughts!My Sixth Sense
Help me find my Peace. My Peace. My Sixth Sense. End the pain of the living and deliver its burden to the dead. Only t
by ~myspectacles
The Monster Under The BedThe monster under the bed was shapeless, insensate and fearless. Its presumed existence under the bed was justified not by logic, but by the age of our sleeper, so I impress on you the strongest truth; the existence of our monster. If you are so frivolous as to doubt our monster, you had better actualize his existence in your puny brain, or fear being left behind. ‘Go away’, we say; the sleeper and I. My farewell is conveyed toward the doubter. My friend’s, the sleeper, is of a fearful deliverance, that’s origin can not be completely found in his age but in his mentality. The monster is most definitely real. Thus I am deciThe Monster Under The Bed
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Prematurely In LoveI remember a time, not so long ago, When I could not live a night without Dreaming of you, my love, My spirit, my guide Sweet smiles and words and expressions Could not be ignored But I was too young to realise That I was too young to love you The way that I didPrematurely In Love
Sweet expressions Bittersweet rejection My love, you little shit! How could you be so deceptive –
Liar, liar, LIAR! –
I was too young So I let myself calm with my age - - Though I am still young, To calmly fall out of love
I let myself believe Tha
by ~myspectacles
blllaaaaaaaaaaaah i dont knowPiercing is the exoneration of man To his darling His mermaid, love Raging; the quiet seablllaaaaaaaaaaaah i dont know
Spills her tears in suicide As she drowns her wounded breast With tears of woman
Quiet is the sea Her confident, she dreams On sleepless nights He dries her lips to poison other Mouths and sucks them of a pleasant hue As she blindly sinks into a moist grave of Pallor and Pills
by ~myspectacles
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Nothing ever felt so good, so lovely Never did the night look so pretty On that park bench, with snow slowly dropping Everything so white, it all seemed like a dream She was wrapped in my arms, our lips touching In our eyes was shiny love, a beautiful gleam
Not only was it my first love, my first kiss; I knew our parents would be mad if they saw us It made the love stronger, sweeter was the bliss I remember mom making so much of a fuss “No girls, and be back before ten” she’d say; It was past midnight, and I had been with my love all
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- Current Residence: my house
- Interests: You! - kidding . . . .
- Favourite band or musician: Yusaf Islam, Dolores Orieden
- Favourite genre of music: Indie
- Favourite poet or writer: I'll have to think about that
- Favourite style of art: Can't go wrong with cubism
- MP3 player of choice: My ipod
- Favourite cartoon character: Piglet
- Tools of the Trade: Black pen ink and the very expensive typewriter I will one day own
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