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out of service.
breaking rays of light kiss communicational wires-
severed.
frays and shards left wilting-
but endured.
lossening grip on hope
akwardly chewing upon hands
ever a continental slope-
again to the abyss.
take notice
edible; pale yellow.
an american lotus.
path ridden with stones-
only feel sorry for yourself.
there's justice in skin and bones.
kharma and ironicly struck
overshot-
icing the puck.
inches from metal and bell.
mere inches.
again.
the tv street lynch's good intentions-
reasons for abstentions.
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| I thought you were like a wilting rose
I stopped and couldnt stop staring. you were lovely.
I put my head down. please look at me.
but dont see my like this..
dont see me weak and ready
dont see me like this.
Im far too good at making up emotions in my head
still, I lay back down in bed..
we slowly started to speak
and dance around our fluttering stomachs
trying so hard to ignore the leak
I know walking on stage
will only follow with embaressment
I will not wage this war again
so fight me to your hearts content.
although, there will be not trying.
I hope for what has been sending me away
and you will do it again. this is my warning.
please follow caution
with all intentions not to.
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My neck will not falter
my head will not hang low.
If I have to kick your face in the dirt to endure
so be it.
your lack of intelligence is no longer cute.
take a step back from yourself
stare at that tv; its only you on mute.
love yourself,
but menialize the ones baggaged in 'lack of appreciation'
categorize these like action figures who never won
your love.
Winning would only make things worse
a wider ring; im ready to step out
I wont demean myself in the winners circle
for your glory. for my doubt.
I will tell you what you dont want to hear
expect this cheap and vile
im under you skin, dear.
put me down to keep up your denial.
there may be no fight.
but lonliness will be calling on your end.
I wont let my phone ring tonight;
Just loud enough for me to ignore.
Confidence. sadness will cross thoes lonely eyes
and unsure movements.
dirty hands is such a clever disguise.
humbly affectionate.
I take as much as I give.
belittement is all I would get.
unsure of my words crossing your mind.
decipher what you can, incompetent.
be surprised of your find.
No surprise of your oblivious content.
if your able to see through yourself as others do.
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Obvious oblivion.
your trying so hard not to get caught.
obvious; oblivious.
you cant shake the courage you have bought.
damn the 30 day warrenty.
for my sake, you are transparent.
but I only see through me.
and my intentions.
not yet good or bad.
only sold by your honorable mentions.
Only testing the liquids. how deep can they be?
If only I could read inbetween your obvious oblivion.
Now swallowing worry rocks completely.
my only hope is to drown.
The Good 'Ol On. Off. On. Off.
these 5 cent words cant even buy me a fashion magazine.
a scale. burnt skin. and make up.
and an attitude that thrashes peachyfuckingkeen.
even the 50 cents is not quite enough;
to pawn me off when my coin is skipping across the sea.
pawn me on when my eyes burn the back of your neck.
and I wont show mercy.
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Creation of Syllables
I wanted to write you
beautiful syllables.
So connotative. even I forget.
I wanted to paint exposure in the color
of hypocrites.
Gloss over thoes excited eyes. and dig into my frightened ones
fixed to the skies.
Maybe it's the policed security zone
that drive my intentions;
I wanted to steer in the direction of home.
I'll swallow. pretend. but only fill my lungs with anxiety..
as S.S. menial sinks with rhetorical questioning.
My only reason is pride
complexity.
I dont know if you'll ever discover my flattery
pasted on like a television canopy.
Bombard the doors. Keep out the signal.
Peace is war.
I wanted you to paint me in reusable syllables.
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