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neverland.by *9ot-L0v3
white noise.can anyone hear me? i'm screaming clearly,white noise.
but these soundwaves are crashing on a deaf shore
and deaf ears turn away for want of more.
more of me, less of what i pretend to be.
more than just my white noise,
more of the kind of sound that destroys
the barriers and walls that i have built.
maybe a little more repentence and a little less guilt.
i'm running out of words but the paper remains empty i try not to break the silence but it's oh so tempting so i open my mouth but all that i hear is a verbalization of uncried tears. they were always there but never
by *9ot-L0v3
i am a beautiful disaster.i am a tsunami that can't be contained.i am a beautiful disaster.
i am a bad hair day that wont be tamed. i am your favorite song that you can't remember the words to.
i am always humming tunes like birds do i am in the wind, waiting to be seen.
i am an untouchable, unbreakable being. i am among that stars, so watch me shine. i am six feet under the sands of time. i am the story that no one's heard and i am the guilty praise undeserved.
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the north polewe were like kids, sniffing paint thinner because we liked the way it made our throats burn like a first cigarette. and holding hands just wasn't enough when we jumped over the deep end and over shot it to the north pole. but they didn't like that our time was spent sleeping amongst the stars and wrestling with polar bears, when we should be growing up and being boring.the north pole
i wanted you to hug me until our spines entwined like those lanyards we made at summer camp when we were ten. i wanted you to kiss me like the tulips do durring a hurricane, but they told us that your two lips weren't tulips and our spines are not lany
by *9ot-L0v3
detoxing relationshipsi hope you effing chokedetoxing relationships
on your sugar coated lies cause your diabetic jokes are betrayed by bloodshot eyes. trigger-happy fingers cradle shotgun bottles and tap on alcohol-stained teeth, so kick it into full throttle and watch as the ganja wreath burns like hell 'round your hazy grin and inhale the acid fumes again that pump heroinic adrenaline
into your water logged veins. but when the chips have all runs out and the nave of spades rapes the queen of hearts just remember what your life's about and how i was with you at the start.
by *9ot-L0v3
feathered boa constrictori'm so full of metaphores, they're coming out my fingertips and escaping from my pores but never make it to my lips.feathered boa constrictor
it's like i'm the caged bird gone mute and all my feathers have gone dry my words are like a broken parachute, and it takes more than wings to fly.
if hope is the thing with feathers and it's perfect song has no words then what's holding it together? just paper, strings and cords?
and yet.. hear how the raven quoth, it speaks naught but lies... having words and feathers both but there [lies] evil in its eyes. &nb
by *9ot-L0v3
dragons and choo-choo trainsIt was winter, and my fingers were like frozen carrot sticks, ready to snap if i bit my nails too much. but i couldnt help it because the way your lips made fog when you breathed made me nervous as hell. you imagine that you're a dragon, and i pretend i'm a choo-choo train. i think i can, i think i can, i think i can. i took a deep breath, my words about to dive off my tongue, but then you shoved your hands deep into your pockets and pulled out a heart. i was afraid that it was mine, at first, but you didn't know that i had reverse pick-pocketed you earlier when you were looking at her. "isn't it beautiful?" you ask, turning it ovdragons and choo-choo trains
by *9ot-L0v3
i loved and losthe only thinks in metaphor and she only speaks in rhyme together they make pretty words and i'm running out of time. 'cause time once sprouted wings and flew right by our window but we were busy mourning things that we never could let go. keeping tally's on our forearms, of when wei loved and lost
fell
too
short
almost like good luck charms, but of a tot
by *9ot-L0v3
The SoldierHis hands never seem to warm, Unless placed tight upon the butt and trigger of his gun. Eyes squinted always against the storm, Unless, of course, they're thus to block the blinding sun. Commands ring against his eardrums Constant as the hurlyburly of the raging war around him. Trudging through the foreign slums Where small hands reach out and where unknown locals surround him.The Soldier
"Glory! Honor!" They had cried. Though he sees no glory now in hunting faceless foes. No honor in following footsteps of those friendly fire'd died-- Nor mechanically filling the bootprints ahead
by *9ot-L0v3
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