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Say hello to ruby alchohol
and dream nights
Shooting stars that pulled the
trigger at the right time
Studded bullet holes patched
up with black diamonds
blind clockworks because
men don't know what the time is
Beautiful women wearing
collars for necklaces
hired hitman assassinate
reckless sins
Devil's advocates with
gold dust for breath
Nicotine and morphine
morph closer to death
The light pollution is
blinding the world's fathers
the world is getting closer
and the sun is getting hotter
And Heaven's gates never
seemed so real
when you exhale nirvana
to help yourself heal
Now listen to the records
back flipping through circles
drown out everlasting pain
and sufferage might buffer you
Politicians are social technicians
these temples of bodies
or machines run on steam
make sure to work hobbies
say goodbye to violet alchohol
and wish pearls
and shooting stars that sing
"What a wonderful world.."
and dream nights
Shooting stars that pulled the
trigger at the right time
Studded bullet holes patched
up with black diamonds
blind clockworks because
men don't know what the time is
Beautiful women wearing
collars for necklaces
hired hitman assassinate
reckless sins
Devil's advocates with
gold dust for breath
Nicotine and morphine
morph closer to death
The light pollution is
blinding the world's fathers
the world is getting closer
and the sun is getting hotter
And Heaven's gates never
seemed so real
when you exhale nirvana
to help yourself heal
Now listen to the records
back flipping through circles
drown out everlasting pain
and sufferage might buffer you
Politicians are social technicians
these temples of bodies
or machines run on steam
make sure to work hobbies
say goodbye to violet alchohol
and wish pearls
and shooting stars that sing
"What a wonderful world.."
Literature
L over
Time passes and I still end up saying your name, when I told myself I wouldn’t let it slip out of my lips.
Memories are still clear as ever, painfully so, although they’re starting to merge into one colossal dream that managed to become a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
I wonder if you wonder, the way I wonder.
I wonder if this is just a writers mind.
Lost, confused, scared, hurt, sad, lament, pain, excuses, replaying, broken, worthless.
–– These are just some of the words that come to mind, when I think of our final chapter. They taste rancid in my mouth, and I spit them out on days I remember our story.
Your f
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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he saved me
, but he killed me.
_
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your
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