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NOTE: Since the website tends to be a little bit high maintenence...you can visit my Open Diary at Trinity6064 - Open Diary instead. I update it a lot more often. Thank You.
So there's this girl I know and rain clouds like to follow behind. But she keeps on walking, thinking she'll be fine. "dont mind me" she says, "life's just a lie", and her heart washed away, "i'm just killing time"
-a work in progress-
I took a pin and popped a bubble and let myself into the world. I crashed the glass and crashed it fast through fake crystal and white porcelain...I lost a penny and threw away my mind and you aren't real you're the painted kind; The world's out of focus and the world's all trash so puncture the skin and fade out fast----
I am frail and I am strong and I've been waiting far too long. My six months are up. i'm running on low and I still want you oh...so...
I wish you were real...I wish I could feel...I wish you were mine to hold and to ease my pain; but you're just a dream, my time is almost up, and i'll take it in slow so take a deep breath and dive into the sea and we'll drown together in my figmented eternity. Even if it's pretend, if it's all make believe, i'd believe it forever if you'd believe it with me; through adoration and my translucent ideals...at night under moonlight, I feel that I can feel. Stay out of the sun and bathe in the stars, surrender to eve...don't ever leave...I want you...I need.
You're all I notice
You are all beauty
You are inspiration.
You're my heart beating
You're my every breath
Someday you'll bring me to my death.
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I'm not a person anymore. I am a reflection in a mirror, a dark window. You're a photo, an image, a drawing sketched with pencil on a sheet of notebook paper. You were my god and I was your nothing.
You're the faint reflection on the mounted television screen.
Goodnight
Farewell
I'm interesting no more
maybe I never was.
You lead,
I fell. owed
myself more.
than you.
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Yield to the yellow daffodils and loop two butterflies into my heart so the erratic flight will bring me my love. Let the nail polish chip off slowly and melt your hair in ashes. Perm the masses and glob on the blush until you burn your face off. . .but you must hack open his head and throw me in and we will have a fight to the death. Whoever sinks in DEEPER is triumphant. I lose.
I crawl out of the waste . . . wishing I had reached a little farther, tried a little harder, but I had always been light as the forgotten. The wicked weep for me while pockets full of posies snicker a few decibels too loud and a few octaves too high. Squeeze out the black sea with a juicer onto a feather pillow and don't let the pits fall through or your insides will EXPLODE.
It's been raining for far too long . . . I've forgotten how to swim. Yield to the yellow daffodils that mock us so with upturned noses and ocean pearls. The glare of summer decay their haggard stems whereas the music trudges along . . . not minding you lack a brain in that empty skull. It was your own decision and the butterflies frown upon the vapid and the stitched. Scream. Swallow your tongue whole. Get sick and still as the sixth who thought too much. Echo does the sound of the silent.
I sent them to send you . . . mine . . . away, and break free of your non-existent and unacknowledged confines to go to yours . . . your many. But I will not yield to the daffodils, and the butterflies die in your forsaken heart. I looped them away while you slept . . . you murdered them when I wept. The daffodils yield to me.
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