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the awkward**words are always getting tangled up on my tongue
like somewhere on the way to my mouth from my lungs
riding on a highway, a skyway of oxygen
skatin’ over bones and their insides of collagen
at motorcycle speed, drive up the sides of my throat
only to come out o’ here on a completely wrong note
like, everything i try to say
comes out in the wrong way
like russian roulette ballet
i mess it all up~
i try to tell you how i feel on what’s almost a daily basis
but over here, my voice is breakin’ vases,
your faces, i can tell that i’ve said the wrong thing
in this game i’m too early or too late with my swing
i k
blue, white, grey and ironyit's ironic when i realize
you
used to be the boy who brought
colour
to my life when i lived a life of blues, whites and greys.

and now you're the only man
who brings me so low that i drowndrowndrown
for hours/days/even weeks, and can't come back up.

is it just my mistakes?
or is there more to this low..?

it's you i see
in that crooked half-grin
on a stranger's face.

it's you i hear
in the lyrics of those songs
i listen to.

it's you i see
in the way that friend
swaggers.
or the way he acts.

i adore his personality,
because i see
you.

but you refuse to see me.
'Just Fun'Young girls; their heads are messed up.
Manipulated but you compensated
by getting dressed up.
You stare into the mirror
but you're never good enough?
Layers of cosmetics
but you still look rough?
A slave to fashion, you gave your passion
for a bit of popularity.
Feeling satisfaction?
Empty bottles are reality
releasing your 'insanity'
but you're sobering now
and you know of your fallacy.
Twelve to fifteen, nothing really changed.
Sacrificing femininity, potential down the drain...
As nasty as it sounds, you 'matured' into a wench
and while you carry on, girls like me pretend
that the world will be better in years to come.
But how will that h
ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.

Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.

In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.

But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.
who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul
GangsLas vidas de los hijos de la muerte son los que mueren muchas veces más que sus víctimas.
HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.

I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.

No,

I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.

I am the monster
that self-destructs
cathartic, beautiful.

I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,

by choice.

I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.

No,

I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.

You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.

My core is my heart
my gift
my fault.

I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --

and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
nothing more,
JealousyI am happy she is gone

Is that wrong, I don’t know

I’m not sure I still want you

But you are mine alone
I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
but interrupted.
i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shine
the demon with the hellfire eyes.he'll never fall, that man, because you can't fall farther than the bottom. you can't live on liquor alone, but he'll be damned if he's not gonna try. that woman there, she's the only survivor of his heart when it shattered all over the floor. he won't let her pick up the pieces, they'd cut her poet's fingertips. she brings out his demons, cut out his heart like it was nothing, and smiled when she did it.

she's his little femme fatale, but it's little more than a facade, you see. it's her. it's her. it's all her own fault, but she knows when he needs the nectar of her lips. she knows when to twitch her eyelashes, and she knows when to grin l
Almost nothing left...The days are days,
the nights are nights,
time runs fast,
all the time.

The days they're long,
and the nights are short,
the days of wrong,
and the nights of bliss.

My dreams and fantasies are not enough,
yes in it i kissed you, so what?
But in the day everything falls apart,
drifting further, further past start.

Please, i need someone to hold me,
someone hold me tight,
but theres no-one out there,
theres no one left.

My love is almost souly run out,
i give up on the whole thing,
what's the point of love?
when in the end it stings.

The night time short,
the day times long,
in the day i'm with you,
but i've never felt so alone.
MockeryMaybe I've been broken,
Maybe I've given a little too much,
Or perhaps not enough.

I loved you with all I was,
I may not have understood at the time,
Just what I was doing,
But I do know now,
A long time has gone by,
Don't know what to do.

Don't keep me out forever,
It's gettin' kinda lonely,
Without you here by my side,
Do you remember the whispers we shared,
Late into the night,
Curled into one another.

Lines have been drawn,
We're enemies in love,
We can't agree to disagree,
As we toe the line,
What we once had,
Can we have it again...?

Have either of us grown up enough,
To face the truth of who were are?
Or are we gonna dance around a
she stared at the straps that she stared at the straps that held the cups that contained her breasts
and the stained shoelaces that like her are strung out on the floor;
just as frayed and crusted as the panties hanging off the edge of bed
I wonder what her mother thinks; after she says her prayers at night
When she lays down in that little suburban house crying at her baby book.
Does she know or imagine her daughter is doing something different.
You can't buy love, but you sure can sell it and you can sell a smile and a nod.
The bags that run ever so deep between arteries and organs destroying the synapses to your-
Regulatory functions going; pure animalist living quart
Taking Back My LifeDear Mr. Inner Demon, you've no business here,
I suggest you leave forever, let me make this clear,
I've outgrown your influence, I do not feel fear,
No longer do I flinch or back away when you draw near,
I press against you, face to face, reflect your devil's sneer,
You may storm and scream, but my voice is all I hear,
There's a cliff behind you and the drop is quite severe,
If you were to topple down, I'd not shed a tear,
Now listen,
Hear my name,
It's MY domain,
It's MY own game,
I'm NOT insane,
I'm NOT that lame,
I'm NOT the same,
I'll now explain:
You've lost your claim to FAME,
You whispered, pointed,
Self-appointed advisee,
I couldn't see you'd lie to me,
So self-aware I didn't care,
I wasn't there, you took control,
Let me burn and let it roll,
When I awoke you grinned and spoke,
Hearts that broke,
Souls could choke upon these words,
How absurd, I let you herd me,
Move me, shake me,
Move out, make me,
Never gonna take me,
Never gonna break me,
Death, more death and tragedy,
Eve
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Spell Book - Tappings Chp.VIII

:iconthemadmulatto:

Little Brown Mouse
Come in! Come in!
Warm your bones
and fluff what's thin

You'll be received
Oh, never leave!
We're here to help and haul

Show us what you've fought to brought
Your ticks and tricks and all...

Umber Louse does smile and bounce
when crumbs are thrown at walls

Not for you, but take what's due
Fit for Vermin... all.
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~All-My-Darkness Sep 8, 2012
Before I even thought of her..
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 22, 2012
:heart:

:bulletred: [link] :bulletorange:
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~All-My-Darkness Oct 10, 2012
Heh.

MINE.

(Glows)
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*Immy-is-Thinking Nov 10, 2011
I'm going to be tapping pens in my sleep tonight... and i still have churches Kneading the Needy in my head... and now the church is full of mice. One day i should rain in my imagination... (AS IF :rofl: )
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*TheMadMulatto Nov 14, 2011
hahah! I'd love it for the world to be able to see your mind projected onto Blimps, Time Square NY, the side of 44 story buildings... and bus terminals... upon trees in forests where things COUNT.
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*Immy-is-Thinking Nov 14, 2011
I'd get arrested for thinking subversive and/or smutty thought! :XD: ~Fantastic-Mrs-Fox said they were projecting words and poems onto her town's buildings the other day, she might even have a photo up here...
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*TheMadMulatto Nov 15, 2011
Nat!

I SEE!!
Yep... there's a lot of that in the lower east side of Manhattan.

South Street Philly area.

I LOVE it.
It might be a chaotic clutter to the eye if this became an accepted or expected form of expression for the general public, but I'd rather see it than NOT see it.
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*Immy-is-Thinking Nov 15, 2011
Agree! I think the world is so full of billboards at any rate this aint gonna make anything worse!
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*TheMadMulatto Nov 16, 2011
Not at all. There are more unknown artist that would come out of the woodwork and shine - no pun intended.

More Serious Art effects would rise up than random graffiti would result, I'm sure.
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*LancelotPrice Oct 23, 2011
I think it shows the warm and fuzzy side of your personality. :)
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