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a happy oneyou know me... wandering aimlessly through the woods tripping on roots that is, til my hand found yours ...we've been running ever since keeping a pace that's almost as fast as life only slowing down for you to bear me a precious gift now they say home is where the heart is that's why i trusted it to you because you're always there and letting me die is something you wouldn't do that's why you're my love and i'm whatever you want me to be because you gave me meaning...built my life of one, into threea happy one
by ~semi-jesus
The Doors Inspiration 2with your blood spilling accross my skin i pulled you in so close you could feel my heart and with my lips cracked and dry, i connected with your trembling mouth is anything more devine than tongues that meet? your taste buds are braille of 1000 i love you's i could never acceptThe Doors Inspiration 2
nor would i, if i had the will because it is a well kept secret that a flower loves the winter's touch but wilts at the caress of frost's finger and you weren't a beautiful flower to begin with when your ugly petals drip moisture to my dry-soil lips hoping to provide the mud needed to smile
by ~semi-jesus
the big "D"the stitches keep me closed while the rest of me jumbles around inside i've been broken since that day and never quite been the same you left me for dead without a second glance ... i was off balance and my wife was the deciding nudge and through every stair that broke a bone i lost myself in pieces ... i was shocked to leave the hospital only because we passed the morgue doors and i was outside i insisted i was dead as they forced me into a taxi to drive home you thought holding me confirmed life but i could have sworn i slipped through a man without hethe big "D"
by ~semi-jesus
i am the wolfi fell indifferent i know i abuse the greatest love i've ever had ...but she forgives me how can something so vile burrow it's way into something so pure? such a thick curtain to be pulled over the eyes of the knowing but if she used her sense of touch she'd feel i'm not a sheep at all I AM THE WOLF from fangs to fur, ears to claws i'm the biggest fake there ever was and only mean to destroy and with her blood soaked wool she'd apologize with her dying breath "sorry for the stain" red never looked good on me ...the cycle starts againi am the wolf
by ~semi-jesus
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.fuckfreudI could be your typical manic depressive But I only lie in bed and cry for five hours Instead of all day I go from never wanting to leave the house again To out the door To enjoy your company.fuckfreud
I could be schizophrenic Yet I believe I have too much imagination To believe it had anything To do with reality
I could be delusional But being melodramatic Doesn't give me much of a stage presence And fooling yourself Just takes too much dedication and time
I could be overtaken by Stolkholm syndrome But I am much too independant To
by ~withdrawncataclysm
Withdrawal9:35 AM. The withdrawal begins.Withdrawal
I take compulsive showers because it always feels like rebirth. Though it never is. No matter how much you sacrifice yourself in vulnerability, it’s still the same. The same diagnosis.
Being on lithium is like being on a type of crack that Jesus said was okay. Yeah, it’s a miracle drug, but knowing I can’t functional without it is worse than just not functioning without it.
Lithium and I have the kind of relationship where we make love passionately and then pull our guns out on each other afterwards. Cymbalta and I have a good relationship, Cymbalta is my f
by ~withdrawncataclysm
My Mouth ShutI had a friend Every time her dad beat her He bought her a stuffed animal She ended up looking pretty spoiledMy Mouth Shut
Everytime I have to keep My mouth shut Around other people About what you did To me today You try to compensate for it With kisses And hugs And compliments I end up looking pretty appreciated
by ~withdrawncataclysm
Looking at YouLOOKING AT YOULooking at You
for Lindsay
Looking at you, I forget to speak. My mind—the verbal part, at least—shuts down, Though I've been thinking of words for you all week.
Something about your hair, your nose, your cheek, Reduces me to a kind of silent clown— Looking at you, I forget to speak.
All it takes is the slightest sideways peek And suddenly I'm bereft of verb or noun, Though I've been thinking of words for you all week. &n
by ~majawalk
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- Current Residence: mINNESOTA
- Interests: drugs, writing...they go together even :)
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- Favourite artist: n05feratu
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Wallpaper of choice: Black
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- Favourite game: Guitar Hero,Frequency,Amplitude,Gitaroo Man, DDR, PIU
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- Personal Quote: "the only way i could dislike women more, is if i were a homosexual"
- Tools of the Trade: <insert every emotion here>, pen and paper
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"...and the letters that composed the words
that burnt the heart and shattered the soul
leaving echos of destruction
in the wake of my misplaced sanity."
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