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Black Rose: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. When your not the one at fault. Hide your alter egos. And stupid codes from the vault. Stick your badge in my face. And your gun down my throat. And were your special coat. Remember your the asshole. You dont care about your job. You make your assumptions. Pride is all you rob. So i will take my punishment. For a crime i did not commit. But you will have to live with it. In your head false conviction will sit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Black Rose: NyQuil & cigarettes
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Oh the beauty of nyquil :P. September 17, 2008 at 6:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Good night my dear.
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Black Rose: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. No matter what I do. There is no hope for me. Slowly dieing Of my own dust. Wish I could get out. Nothing can keep me. I just keep falling. Im used to the darkness. The horror of my life. One day I will be gone. Taken by the blade of the knife. Monday, October 29, 2007. The smell of death. Haunts the warm breeze. Cold gusts of wind. To chill the bone. A greeting to the creatures. Fire, blood, and rust. Reflections of a scene. But to most seem obscene. Waving back and forth.
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Black Rose: January 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009. If I were to stop. And rearange my life. Give up on my pen. And focus on my sacrafice. Would i be me? Or just another person. Fighting for a facide. To be admired by YOUR son. Buy the fancy car. And hundreds on a house. Work at this job. Traped like a mouse. This is not who I am. Nor who i want to be. But welcome to like. And what its made of me. Nothing left of my self. Only items and body. My sole is to socioty. As i WAS to poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Mess: A letter.
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Thursday, November 29, 2007. You know a girl who loathes the cold but glories in the snow; you know me, born with a sunshine heart but shamefully protected by the icy walls created by society. You've already saved me. His tone warms to spring time; he calls me Hunny and I laugh. I know a boy who talks of eternal summer, and mean me. He knows a girl who talks about seasons, and knows she means change. Special thanks to kimi for editing this.]. Ps - i love you. February 7, 2008 at 8:02 AM. For you passion ...
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Mess: November 2007
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Thursday, November 29, 2007. You know a girl who loathes the cold but glories in the snow; you know me, born with a sunshine heart but shamefully protected by the icy walls created by society. You've already saved me. His tone warms to spring time; he calls me Hunny and I laugh. I know a boy who talks of eternal summer, and mean me. He knows a girl who talks about seasons, and knows she means change. Special thanks to kimi for editing this.]. Monday, November 26, 2007. Autum Leaves (Just Like You). I am ...
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????: April 2008
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Thursday, April 3, 2008. Overcast and grey. Nothing in my view but the industry and swamps. It is hot and humid, but calm. The darker clouds begin to move in over the huge oil tanks and factories. A 747 flies over, looking for shelter at the airport. The rain begins slowly as the traffic crawls along. The lyrics of the song on the radio match the scene:. 8220;Welcome my son,. Welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It’s alright we know where you’ve been. You’ve been in the pipeline,.
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Black Rose: i have no idea
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Thursday, June 5, 2008. I have no idea. Soon you will feel nothingness. Or are you dead. We stare blankly into the green abyss. But the charlie brown teacher is all we hear. And you have your self a degree. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I my friend am the odd one and the unfourtunat loud one (mainly because i never know when to shut up and have a comment about everything). View my complete profile. I have no idea.
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Black Rose: June 2008
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Thursday, June 5, 2008. I have no idea. Soon you will feel nothingness. Or are you dead. We stare blankly into the green abyss. But the charlie brown teacher is all we hear. And you have your self a degree. The night is cold. My thoughts are raceing. My dreams grow old. Im sick of being invisable. And i want you to see. That with out my pride. Theres nothing left of me. The impact is criticle. As i hide in my box. Attack all you will. And ill play it strong. The pain in side. Ill hide for long.
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Black Rose: September 2008
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Tuesday, September 9, 2008. Thursday, September 4, 2008. Good night my dear. If this is the last. Than let it be. To never let go. I feel your heart beat.