...poison...*

...Contentment...Pain...irreversibly irreparable....partially portable.....

One shot of my pain....two torts of happiness....a glass of too much hate.....love in a portion.....insignificant doses....taking an overdose of this jigsaw......

Dreaming out loud...


I have theories of sunny skies.....pleasant winds....broken rainbows.....pearly earth....painted seas....watery grass....

My thoughts come in a rush.....counting my fingers....seeing Heaven in your eyes.....

Knifely dreams...probably nightmares...the thoughts of his hands....sweaty and callused...from all the manual labour rubbing roughly against my back...slipping lower to my buttocks....capping them in his hands... squeezing so tight through my jeans....patiently i cry waiting for you to let me go.....have your way and leave...

sweet dreams.....possible nightmares... so i watch as the pain becomes so real...i lock my mind shut....running on auto pilot..my heart is comatose...my body is unaware.....

so he scavenges.....he takes...he pushes....and pulls...all i do is lay there.....
waiting....in my mind...waiting for it to end....for the opium depressive bastard to get of my chaste body.....

CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT............................................

Colored mind

*Broken cOrpse*


We are making a mark!!!*

.....Peaceful pain....

When i sit around drowning...

When heaven seems so far

When love is a mystical affair


When time is a perfect square


When you and me are left wondering


Whether there is time left to linger....


Poison to the heart....you are....

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....*beat to your voic3.....*

Across the room...the words you speak are real...they hold much meaning....they are not simplistic words...rather they are words that cannot be measured up to....they more than words...meaning and feeling beyond what the mind of a simplistic being can understand....

They full of passion...they are the very beat to your every sentence....the very life to your speech.....they are sweet sensual tones of true intelligence...words are not just mere weapons...they are flowers on a rosy day....they are wreaths of condolence...they are success cards to those who are scared of failure...they are joy to those who feel the life for one more year....they are beauty beneath the wings of those who try...and achieve.... they are the memories of those we have lost...the hope of those we are to gain...they are soft and sweet...they abase the loneliness... they distract the conscious.

......When the stars take a right and all you see is the vast majority of spacial expanse...the thoughts of an indecisive mind.... The dreams of shooting stars, the pains of meteor showers......

Just like the space...between the sky and the heavens.....the words you speak surmount to that.....

But there is a divide....a line that masks the beauty within.....

Words....

We are making a mark!!!*