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too muchinnocence lost and found again a whiff of hope - I breathe it in I saw the wounds, big and wide open I whispered bout my home, still broken wondering where life will take me wondering where life will take you do we ever really know where dreams go?too much
I've lost myself in porcelain dolls and coffee shops and three missed calls Would it be too much to ask to be your muse again?
by ~silverevisions
hmmWithin a moment's flight, there are simple thoughts that fade like sun at night.hmm
Bespectacled gazes are intimidating, but I wouldn't mind a close encounter with our eyes.
Playing the game of slumber, I trace the bruises under
a fleeting sheet of cotton that will never replace the necklace I've strung out of your charms.
by ~silverevisions
cigarettesI guess my recent year could be split intocigarettes
Reds, MMs, and Kools Reds were the times
of wanting to be wanting to see the world in a way I never will. Marb Menthols summarize my shitty summer. Kools are the most interesting of times -
where drugs and sex and love combine
by ~silverevisions
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climaxthe rain careened against your bay window as i lay exposed in the down blankets you made a cliche statement how you felt about our relationship i stared at the trees as their drenched leaves cried for mercyclimax
what had we together, but our sex and cigarettes so easily gone as they were got
later the rain ceased we sat on your stoop smoking Marlboro menthols wearing your cargo shorts and watching the leaves dry their eyes.
by ~thecrazykimosabi
insidehe took the breath from me expelled in soft clouds of smoke as my lungs caved in, under the frozen tundra surroundinginside
the dust from those moments have yet to burn my eyes oh but when they burn my flesh we will run, child, sweet child within
you know,
there is a fallout shelter somewhere in my head stocked with Jager and Jack to keep me drunk and sheltered (......trapped........)
forever lost in a maze of concrete walls i write my graffiti scrawl my deranged scripture like some panic induced spell in a gas station b
by ~thecrazykimosabi
AngstcoreJack – 1. a device used for lifting and support, 2. a man or men in general, 3. a male animalAngstcore
They call me Jack the Ripper and I'm on the Run Say my name like It's a swear word They called me Voldemort Didn't know that I heard Them saying it Them saying shit Like high school girls Man fuck the world You're a cut above That paper says so So why am I the one Taking the high road?
They call me Jack Kerouac and I'm on the Road Burn the books Burn the witch Burn the boys Burn the girls And set fire to the
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