What a Merry Christmas.


Her Final Day.With heart break in her voice She screams Too numb to feel the tears She lets out a cry of anguish And falls to the floorHer Final Day.
In a beautiful vermillion masquarade
Her life staining the tiles His pretty lies Won't fade Her eyes scream of sorrow She'll breathe her final breath Thinking of him She won't forget the day he
murdered


Beautiful Disaster.This is my attempt At a love poem Undescrible feelings Are impossible to describe The words won't come out right And the stanzas won't rhyme But at least you know I tried This is all for you my dear Enjoy it while it lasts Because in the end It never fails To fall apart All that will be left is our dreams Bro ken. Our whispers in the dark (I love you) Will cease And all that we had will beBeautiful Disaster.


All Is Lost And Nothing's WonSitting in the car Wasted fuel Blurred vision I will cease to breathe Poison air fills my lungs.All Is Lost And Nothing's Won
Razor sharp edges Slitting the seams As it goes up my wrist The pink lines Won't have a chance to fade this time.
Slide it around your neck Kick the chair away Struggle for breath Lifeless An ornament from the ceiling.
Uncap the bottle 20 pills at least I do not fear a stomache ache I have felt much worse Slip away.
Cock the hammer Slide it into your mouth Pull the trigger Splatters o


Human natureI remember the day I wonderedHuman nature
if you cared about me at all I really thought there was a chance. I thought that it was possible.
I made a decision one day. You loved me. That must be it. And nothing made me happier. Then just being in your arms.
And there came another day. When you just disappeared.
Where did I go wrong?
What could be your reasoning in all of this?
Is it possible that you love her?
I saw that it was. I see that it is.
I'll never understand where I fell short. You can't lie and tell me it


Contradiction.Of course you knew that it was time you came back to me too late not that I wouldn’t take you.Contradiction.
A moments notice is pathetic Independence was a virtue I can’t help but feel close to you still.
I do not love you. Though a fool’s nature would suggest it. I love who we had been. I love who we had become.
You’re straightforward at the worst times and you hide everything else you can’t help but make me wonder and wait with breathless anticipation.
You’re distant and unreadable. You’re often cold and careless. Your demeanor sug


Hurried NightWho knew how appealling the hotel lightsHurried Night
could make a face that only a mother could love?
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Isn't that the formal excuse? I believe I've made my point.
Staring at the naked bulb, turned off for propriety. Visible car headlights, seeping through the shades. Just off the highway. Busiest place in the business. Too bad we only get an hour.
Too bad that's more than we'll need.
Good thing I'm far away. Good thing it's not real. The ringing won't stop; you don't skip a beat. Nobody has


A walk through the woodcheap rhymes and songs written hours too soon a summary of my life with you side by side a walk through the woodsA walk through the wood
to find something, you said. I took your hand.
And walk, we did. again again we wandered through the trees I with you and you far away across the ocean near the wood I called to you.
I dropped the hand of an empty man and picked up something new we walked back home. again again
I hid my finding once and twice you wouldn’t understand wash my hands too many times a walk in the wood? sounds lovely darling
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kissing chaos
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The only way i can get rid of the boxes is to take a few drinks. Then all the lines get wavy and wiggly, and i feel a lot better about the whole world. When things are all straight i get morbid. If i lived here i would have to
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Time is unimportant art is forever
MIND>>>>MATTER
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