i miss himlistening to elliott smith.
waiting...
looking for something to find.
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untitled... for nowThis is the place where time slips in and trickles down the bottles rim. Sink into the sofa as the days events come crashing together, fusing into one climactic moment that burns so brightly then dies washing away all, leaving nothing but the memory fading, present temporary, future vacant, and inevitably The End. So do such thoughts creep in this place where nothing is permanent but the illusion of forever. Waste time, seconds, worthless as pennies on a sidewalk and worship idols on a big screeuntitled... for now
by ~xskatonicx
BulletI unscrewed your top and looked inside no secrets did you have to hide just dust and dirt and air gone stale a past no one remembers…Bullet
I aint the one you might have guessed I didn’t kill anyone; I can’t confess To war crimes, high times, any times Never lived up to my design I was born to mutilate and kill But I never got to have that thrill My maker put me in a box And let me rot until you knocked On my door, oh sweet escape From airless coffin to desk side mate And now I rest here by your side So in con
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Trigger HappyJon is Dead. He blew his soul out- with a bullet to his head. And now I recoil, at the wake- the sun is setting the coffin slowly sinking into the grave. The blood is cleaned; the memory erased; and the family forever disgraced. "It was me!" I cry yet to no avail The snickering remarks After the test that I failed- blood on my conscious guilt is concrete The guns in my hands- even though I was I who pulled the trigger it is he who lay down- and took down with him, he took all their kids the youth pried fromTrigger Happy
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The Last Supper.The meals that I eat and the forks that I bend the plastic knife cracks under pressures strong end. The tastes that I savor; green beans and white bread- are the final meals of the ones who are dead. Sentenced to die by the judge and the jury and there last rations: a limp steak with some curry. I am one who waits die watches hard and long as the evenings pass by, I almost look forward to what they call the end of the slaves rebellion and the swords last bend. But one day - I hope not soon I will find it to be, my final noonThe Last Supper.
by ~xskatonicx
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- Current Residence: La La Land
- Interests: Poetry, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Brown Eyed Boys
- Favourite movie: is always changing
- Favourite band or musician: is probably dead.
- Favourite genre of music: is anything you can imagine
- Favourite artist: my parents were the ones to mixed my paints
- Favourite poet or writer: also dead.
- Operating System: Nervious
- Skin of choice: The skin I'm in
- Favourite game: Scattergories
- Favourite gaming platform: black coffee table in the living room
- Favourite cartoon character: acts out the scenes i re-run in my head
- Personal Quote: I'm all talk, thats what it comes down to.
- Tools of the Trade: A box of words that i keep saftely tucked away in my trachea.
- Website: http://www.poetic-ambiguity.co.nr
- Email: aerozepplin88@yahoo.com
- AIM: xskatonicx
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