Opport FirstGiven a chance Most give in, And each shudder and twitch is from a boundary beyond comfort We, we wracked by righteous epilepsy, A storm of nerves that is not hauntedOpport First
By the corruption of that chemical Forget the oxygen habit, think oxy-, oxy-
And even the token performance In the name of integration Is false, if not absent
Unity does not involve two And if you care to quip Of three, four, whichever number you care to name An open stomata is still a black hole The growing stem, the burrowing root Will still be
Excommunicated by wint
Promises MetWe arePromises Met
Members of a desert infantry
Employed under the Sun: a blistered embassy.
I am the filthy daughter
A depraved and shameless lover
The kissing cousin
And to this you comply
That I am
The aqua vitae infanta,
A nicotine queen,
As we thirst for liquids
Of various hosts and their recipes.
My dear successor,
Keeping this in
Is not unlike withholding a surge of toxic figures
That dance uncomfortably
Strangled and buried
Deep in my abdomen.
I’m a wreck, and no one told me.
So name your values.
Put y
Together?She talks like we're still together, All she does is blur, This line I didn't want to step over And consequently hurt her.Together?
She’s always happy to see me, And expresses that feeling, But even when there's no other, It still feels like stealing, The pain of the break-up Is only there when I think of it, I wonder if she feels the same, Or wasn't she really into it As much as I put into it? Is she still the same person? The one that I adored so much? This friendship isn't really working.
We tried to keep it as friends, She talks like
Maybe The CoastThe project never resolved.Maybe The Coast
My reason:
A disappointment.
Unfortunately,
I won't forget.
Your hand, tight
On my shoulder
The sand between our lips,
My favourite part,
Second to
Your hands
Wrapped around my...
Hips.
In contrary to
These
Backseat dreams
And
Late night themes
As it seems,
The climax comes
The minute you leave.
9 Months Later...
emo's suck!
that's all i have to say... thanks again!
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<insert something witty here>
that avatar rocks big time.
I shall watch and wait patiently for any new works from you lot.
Good luck with it all!
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love yourself before you love another...
~
THKR
~ geldie
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Convoluted Involution:
we're not a bunch of emo poets, but we don't mind dressing up like some if it'll keep you guys happy.
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love yourself before you love another...
~
THKR
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"The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun" Heaton and Rotheray
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Convoluted Involution:
we're not a bunch of emo poets, but we don't mind dressing up like some if it'll keep you guys happy.
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zBird said.
i thought it'd spark controversy on this site (considering that's the general population here), but no, not yet... haha!
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Convoluted Involution:
we're not a bunch of emo poets, but we don't mind dressing up like some if it'll keep you guys happy.
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zBird said.
oh well maybe i'll start an art group and give shit to pooey teenage anime artists!
cheers for stopping by, stay tuned, there's some good gear in the oven as we speak...
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Convoluted Involution:
we're not a bunch of emo poets, but we don't mind dressing up like some if it'll keep you guys happy.
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