what you are to meweakened by your touch no longer able to move stuck here in complete tranquility wishing i werent such a coward its happened once again i let some one take advantage of my vunerabilitywhat you are to me
as we lay here together I'm disgusted by your taste I pretend not to care yet my frail attitude gives in, showing my true emotions I dont want to be here I hate your every move
... yet, I stay
stay with the one who uses me. why dont I speak up?
what makes me give in? .... I'm weak Im pitiful merely an object to you
Tired Handthe road i take - version 2The road I takethe road i take - version 2
I gently push
A Little harder each time As the new feelings I embrace
Slowly erase the other feelings from my mind
It feels so good
When the razor Glides across my new
"Untouched"skin Slowly erasing my memories
(Once again)
I know suicide is a permanent escape But the more I think about it
The more I consider it a road I might take
Pinspurple lithiumits scattered now the original christian sin its shed now ...you\'re free if you dont live lift up sleeves like a virgins dress prepare yourself to penetrate unorganized thoughts chemical inbalance in the brain this is for all the times that you\'ve felt betrayed a slash for the love you gave a cut for you\'re consummed by hate maybe the blood will clot hopefully when its too latepurple lithium
--to the floor raked veins dirtied razor blades too bad i was dead for a week yesterday --to the ground
your privacy your isolation
Smile for melook love I\'ve slit my wrists does that make you happy? can you smile yet? no look I\'ve carved you into me deep to the bone will you smile? please? no look love I\'m bleeding bleeding to death is that your laugh I hear? everything is getting dark is that your laugh? I hear quietly are these your tears? look love I\'ve given myself completely for you to smile can can you love me back? am I yours foreverSmile for me
and ever
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quod me nutrit me destruit
howve you been? still in the land of utah?
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The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
and sorry i never got around to sending you that coke and bubble wrap.
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The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
Means alot to me, so thank you again.
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~kiwi
with you last poem you said you had a bunch of other poems you could submit. well.... YOU SHOULD SUBMIT THEM! i like your poems a lot. so get to work, on the double!
-peter
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