heres a couple
she pretends to live the life
everythings planned from day to night
her pen writes down the future
her eyes make it reality
delusional to the world
she lives in denial
she sees red seas
her pen writes the impossible
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
euphoria making notes reality
her pen makes her think she'll never be lonely
she knows nothing of the smell of roses
her world is perfectly molded by her hands
in her locket lyes a portrait of illusions
she swims in the sea made for selfish
she buys roses from an angel made of lightning
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
she sleeps in purple lilypads
lies are all shes ever had
shes greatfull for imagination
her life is written in the ink of a pen
her pen is out of ink
shes thinking
tears fill her eyes
the worlds a lie
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
her ribbons are brown and dusty
her minds lost in her journal entries
she lived in a world of fantasy
reality is something she couldnt defeat
alone on earth she lays on a rock
what could have gone wrong
she loves nobody
she pretends to live the life
everythings planned from day to night
her pen writes down the future
her eyes make it reality
delusional to the world
she lives in denial
she sees red seas
her pen writes the impossible
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
euphoria making notes reality
her pen makes her think she'll never be lonely
she knows nothing of the smell of roses
her world is perfectly molded by her hands
in her locket lyes a portrait of illusions
she swims in the sea made for selfish
she buys roses from an angel made of lightning
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
she sleeps in purple lilypads
lies are all shes ever had
shes greatfull for imagination
her life is written in the ink of a pen
her pen is out of ink
shes thinking
tears fill her eyes
the worlds a lie
roses made of gold
people made of smoke
senses made of bliss
enemies and friends,there was a lie in there somewhere.her husband was
made of metal and many faces of portraits that would change in her
locket,she believed in white pearls that could be found in the blue
world,her gold is tarnished by toxins made of acid,her eyes are made of
salt and sorrow.
rain pours from the sky
the sun cuts through the sky
angels dance in her eyes
the day she never wrote about is here
her spirit flies through lightning
her spirit flies through sun shine
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imitating devil horns with guns
my hand cold to the touch
i watch the sun drown in the sea
i watch the night come to me
another day another victim
another body sapasming
this what i call glory
hold you so tight
hold you so tight
hold you so tight
hold you so tight
lets waltz for a bit
i feel your tears on my cheek
i hold you so tight your blood spills from your feet
your beauty is my drug
your perfume gets me drunk
pass out from crushed lungs
i'll be sure to wake you up
get ready
get ready
get ready
get ready
turn you in your chair
i smell your beautiful hair
my gloves caress your face
your life now i take
wrap my string around your neck
i hope you loose your breathe
i diapear into the night to find the next one
vanishing in the night
vanishing in the night
vanishing in the night
vanishing in the night
vanishing in the night
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a sweet princess to nothing
she deserves everything
mind twisting and bending
trusting no one
pain with scarce love
impartial to words
my health i give her
bonded by pain
bonded by dismay
bonded by pain of knives in our backs
bonded by dismay of our past
i give her my hand
leave her i cant
her eyes are made of tears
tears from so many years
she sheds them for no one
my life is hers till im dust
untrusting to the populous
untrusting to herself
i want to absorb her pain
i want her happy again
shes a struggling beauty
among the most friendly
a hero in so many ways
her tears make waves
I give her me
I give her I
I give her myself
she makes me a better self
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the sun rising from the mountains
the rays warm against my skin
laying down on warming metal
the aura is so relaxing
the world is spinning slowly
behind it all
behind it all
is brown sugar in my bloodstream
the sugar turns into relaxing tea
the sweat dripping down my eyes
a feeling of accomplishment and pride
bellow the bird
bellow the bird
bellow the bird
bellow the bird
machines making its heart race
to an abandon wasteland
the moon is rising above the sky
cutting through the clouds
held back by the clouds
worship of power
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living a new found lie
everything seems to be right
hide the rage
hide my anger
wait for the damn to break
abolishment of pain
ive tryed it all
i can wait to long
coughing up dirt while swining from trees
its a great way to spread my disease
decieving to all
my broken fall
snow is just a dream away
life is just a shot away
ominous wind feels so invigorating
the aura is so enticing
frozen foot steps
frozen foot steps
hiding from the past in the light
a sheild of false pride
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The dark clouds carcked one sad day
Out came a white horse, in peace it came
Years passed with no war or death
The planet found a ruler to worship
The owner of the horse loved this
The beauty of war in a gods hands
The fury of war in a demons hands
A red horse jumped from the clouds
The owner had drawn his sword
The world turned red with blood
Skies turned dark with storms
The ground shook in war
Peace was raped by tyranny
The hatred of a demon in a gods eyes
The hatred of a demon pushed to its limits
A black horse came up from the ground
Every scale has become unbalanced now
The strong praying on the weak
The world spinning in darkness for years
Almost every creature has burned destroyed
The work of a demon on a helpless world
The work of a demon in the name of greed
A rotting pale horse came from the mountains
The owner killed all without any mercy
He sent souls flying all around everywhere
The not so lucky drifted away with hunger
A worlsd is decaying in green
The work of a demon killing humanity
The work of a demon trying to claim a planet
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burning grass and the hot sun represent the mood
red waterfalls mean nothing but sounds good to you
words that rhyme like crazy make me lye in daisy's
the moon the earth the air you breathe make you write this thing called poetry
stories with riddles and sonnets
the heat of passion ignites the fire to write another line
write write write not just in your spare time
combining sounds and phrases can make you rich and famous but theres no guarantee
happy,sad,horny,loving,hatefull,its all just one mood in you
i can say i love you
i can say i hate you
i can say im rich
i can say im poor
is that what i say or what i mean
politics have gotten themselves in history with just a line of poetry
through the ages they'll be quoted
grammer,punctuation,spelling,capitolization,all that really matters is passion
i love the feeling the rush the cold air in my lungs
that line means nothing but its apart of this poem
look into the stars beyond the idea of a heaveans gate
you can always get used to writing without passion
the idea of making mud angels with her sounds nice but we know its just an idea
idea that will never come to be
she loves roses made of fire and ice
id climb volcanos
id fly over icebergs
is it love or just words
i am trash,dirt,slime,i hate me
understanding psychology can improve your writing
note for note word for word
can it be a master piece or disaster piece
there can be mind blocks
now im having my brain rocked
what else can i say
what else can i mean
opinions stand in your way
critisism is such a pain
you know the old saying
no pain no gain
without critisism youd loose drive to better yourself
be selfish sloppy its all the same thing
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if i wake as cold as ice i wont be dreaming,if the light shows dead sights i might be dreaming.
death in leaves,its calling me.
taste for this mornin.days from this coffin.
comfortable without light,found my place in the dirt.
laying down on dead stars.
dreaming of the days back on mars.
drinks the last coffee.
preps the morphine.
it feels good to bleed.
dust in light speed.
peeling off my own wings.
drinking poison from the bees.
parrasitic roses.
wear em while im broken.
can you hate me/
can you waste me?
can you rape me?
wearing brroken lockets.
nothing was accomplished.
not much to fear but grief.
they wont be greedy.
hope they are safe.
they'll see peacfull days.
if you love peace dont follow me.
your new to be a leader.
my food is trash.
your food is grass.
one more chocolate ice cream.
theres nothing left to dream.
eyes turned pearly white.
never forget the day or night.
learn to dream again.
learn the world again.
in the dirt sleeping.
lost all the dreams.
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im not good enough to be living.
im a walking disease.
im nothing
im just meat.
i dont deserve a soul.
my souls turned cold.
dont deserve anything.
shouldnt want anything.
waste of life.
i should just die.
im nothing.
im just a shell.
i can give everything.
i can get nothing.
dont deserve a mind to call mine.
the smell of death is almost as sweet as pine.
no blood.
no heart.
my blood is flowing through a park.
of all sides i choose suicide.
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