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BoardwalkThe contrast caught my eye of her pale white skin against the black sky where the moon was plump and glowing in the distance her hair, so dark and active in the wind blinded her vision no matter which way she shook her head her eyes had the look of those of a much more menacing being and her mouth gave away her annoyance to the cold she stood on uneven planks of wood of a seaside boardwalk she was undoubtibly cold no heat descended from the weak street lamp above her head one that shown a stale white light her way her thin white t shirt served merely as a cover though herBoardwalk
by ~theconsciouscasanova
Depressionthank you i know ive failed horribly pictures say it all ive let you all down im not your cheerleader im not your social butterfly you can stop staring at me like im a car wreck theres nothing to salvage so please move on if i cant put myself back togetherDepression
then just let me fall apart.
by ~theconsciouscasanova
TickingYou got rid of your clocks because you can't stand the ticking. No matter where you went The hands on the clock slapped you with failure. You measured your relationships in daysTicking
And counted your friends with your fingers. You always had tons to spare Just enough to fit down your throat
Or to tickle the lighter since setting yourself aflame would be a release. You always had the right things to say But bottled up your advice and insults alike
Because you were scared to lose your identity. So now you still hear the ticking But you can't find anyone to tell your secrets a
by ~theconsciouscasanova
Barbie or BitchI only remember those days That one day When your sarcasm overpowered everything else you said That one day when you didn't appreciate the rain that kept me outside That one day when I would have rather sat on the foot of the bed because I can honestly say I would have been a lot more comfortable. Then came another day When I shook the eight ball and it reminded me of the way you rolled your eyes And then came that one day when the only art piece on your wall that caught my attention was the one hanging sideways It was that one day that I figured out you didn't have to be, weren't, Ken ButBarbie or Bitch
by ~theconsciouscasanova
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God gave birth to manPurity gave birth to impurities Never before seen,God gave birth to man
They came like a distant dream Slowly becoming brighter than the sun.
But as soon as the miserable condition of their own existence became ever more clear... They invented easier ways to wipe the slate clean.
by *Jaime-kendrick
Unanswered prayersSo many suicidal prayers permeate the air, Getting caught every now and then in herUnanswered prayers
Lovely fragrant hair. Every word that comes out of her mouth is born with the single purpose of making it to god's ear, but they always tend to kill themselves before ever getting there... Possibly from an overload of despair.
by *Jaime-kendrick
The lonely manWearing the same faceThe lonely man
He wore to his wife's funeral,
But with a few more wrinkles. He sat at the table and dug
Into a bowl of fail-safe memories. Reloading his already empty chamber With hope for a better future...but loneliness Is worse than death. Life passes him by, As he keeps staring out the window. Watching the people outside Multiply with ease. And even though there are many
Human beings on this earth to keep him company. There isn't a single soul alive that can fill up that empty hole Inside his aged and broken heart, like his beautiful wife
by *Jaime-kendrick
In the same rutSoundproof walls keep the screams from reaching the outside, while the inside is looking mighty fine.In the same rut
and even though nothing is ever what it seems i've got my cell phone on vibrate
just in case it rings, wouldn't want to be caught in a lie by my girl again.
This mental state i am in is rather unstable, but i am feeling good
and more than capable of commiting my crime
without the slightest feeling of guilt.
Do you like this prison i have built
for you and me? It is us until the end, right baby? Pain and pleasure are one and the s
by *Jaime-kendrick
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