see that? that is death by Zhen-Shan-Ren, literature
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see that? that is death
i'm playing without an E
sitting beneath an old gum tree
and I feel free
I feel a fire
I'm getting higher
and I'm getting tired
just thinking of you
and I do
Love you too
when I get back home
we are sturdy as a stone
and I don't feel so all alone
on the sand drunk and high
happiness isn't such a lie
i can actually reach the sky
the only that'd make it better
if we're never a settler
and remain always a guesser
I forget the things I used to know
they vanish like the melted snow
and I don't where to go
and when I got back
I'd lost my tack
and I was about to crack
but the memory made me glad
and I forgot I was so sad
an
Fuck.
My gut twisted up so bad.
Bowels rumble and quake.
What the fuck?
Just get out of me,
you unwelcome monster.
I love you.
But you mess me up.
I'd rather rape.
Just one pain.
Just that once.
Begone!
Piss
You
Out.
No song, or poem or story,
will shut you the fuck up.
No girl, naked and posing,
no kiss, wet or romantic,
no pain, or task, or game,
will keep you indefinatly from my mind.
You just...
You just... own me.
Fuck off.
I love you... I don't love you... I love you... I don't love you...
1001
sit here like a dream and wish
sit here in a dream and fish
sit here in the rain and thunder
How'd his life come asunder
there were to be such brilliant skies
and sparkling blue and pretty eyes
but black smoke claimed it all
and sure his heart does stutter and stall
sit here amidst his gold and plunder
trying not to fall and blunder
soaked to the bone in animosity
wearing cloak and cape of pity
well would you come through the door
and bring with you all you saw
your lords and ladies all so pretty
composing such a grand, fine city
here i sit with buzzing insects
each a scene of my heart wrecks
i'm so much better than he is by Zhen-Shan-Ren, literature
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i'm so much better than he is
i wish i had
some
more wine
and your voice
in my ear
teeth bites in
his arm
a fresh cup of straight
black tea
coughing up your heart
to see
you
go to bed
for
gotten me
under the blanket
i'm hungry
and
pour myself some more coffee
i
got this
one
all for free
and
chord for chord
i fall apart
this smoky shit
is
killing me
you
wrote your name
upon
my hand
your face is
all
that i can stand
my laughter's broken
i leave this house
my heart is all so
very doused
i sobered up
upon the couch
and wonder if you
would come to me
but
you stayed and slept
with him i see
my back is worn
and aching me
an
red lips in an empty house by Zhen-Shan-Ren, literature
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red lips in an empty house
I rest my head upon the soil
and watch the wind take up my toil
up upon it's back
while my eyes looked black
why won't anyone jsut come home?
will I always spend my time alone?
sleep was a lead that eluded me
fluttered far and out to the sea
a message from a wound that did not heal
tonight the pain is just too real
a flower beautiful might not grow
a smile given might not glow
back bent with memory
love the time that you spent with me
give me a sword take up my bow
let us hold hands and dance in the snow
miles to go and it's raining iron
bow my head and just ride on
This is the end.
This is the end.
But I would do it all a
how can someone not love that power?
flaring brightly hour by hour
falling away further back into the dark
like a dreamy breeze over a green park
or a view out over the ocean
breaking the surface of calm water
a bowl to fill up with quite calms
as your hands slid over the pages
as my hands glide over the paper
worlds climb into our heart o hearts
imagination forms a beautiful art
love to finish up with this lark
eyes to lift this shroud of dark
will you send for me
and waiting there
we lock our eyes
and i wonder
will you smoke for me?
and take me with you?
sometimes we wonder will there be the one
and sometimes we realize
Thus being remade
these pages turn faster
than i can read
and i am looking
for the people
who are not here
are tears beyond me?
is this drinking another me?
i am to tired too know you you know
with eyes downcast, i rot over my guitar
every time i sing my mouth begins to burn
and my throat is a volcano waiting to spew
forth its chunky, rank lava on my skinny,
pale chest
and i wish that you were still here
lying down with me
i can still taste your tongue in my mouth
the feeling travling south
sharing my bed
i am slow
i smell death
forget him
he won't take you
i took a bath in a pit of light
between the aweful shades of
you wouldn't wake
i wanted you to
i wanted to talk
did you drink to much?
was it my fault
did i do it?
was it your pain?
was it i'm pain?
Who's pain who it?
her Pain
my pain?
your pain?
my past?
my past?
your past?
her past?
my past?
this question
your question?
her question?
my question?
AT LEAST IT MAKES SOME INTERESTING QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I saw her laying there by Zhen-Shan-Ren, literature
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I saw her laying there
The shafted moonlight the silent observer
Shining too bright for this violent fervour
Your thrashing figure, your savage form
Then stillness and rigor after the storm
Long brown hair should scar my skin
The lust of your body I want this sin
The fullness of flesh bound me to you
Our bodies mesh the cold we slew
Your closeness my dream almost too much
In my eyes you gleam madness by touch
Burnt into my mind burning in my heart
What will we find? Where do we start?
I want you with me day and night
Your passion with me allows me flight
You holding me, sets me free, we have this night
Scarciety of Skin by poor-bondage-girl, literature
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Scarciety of Skin
I'm searching,
for a place,
to slide
my razor blade
I find an empty
bit of skin
and quickly
fill the urge within
to cut that skin
cut it clean
and from the cuts
my pain is seen
Bleeding regrets
and silent screams
living my nightmares
wishing for dreams
drowning in blood
and pouring out tears
alive but so hollow
filled up with fears
the cost for my fears
is bled out with furry
bleeding so much
my vision comes blurry
I fight and fight
that urge withing
and cut whats left
with Scarciety of skin
Of Silent Hills and Inner Pain by BloodY-CatalysiS, literature
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Of Silent Hills and Inner Pain
"Why don't you tell us something about you, then?", asked respectfully No One. As you wish, they replied.
So the Demon went on scratching
Excavating flesh, splattered blood
Everywhere it searched for the reason
Inside the body of its host
But the bloody gore it handled
It spoke of nothing
And the rotten blood it tasted
It tasted of nothing
The brain was inflated, scorched
Yelling through electrical discharges
Groaning of misterious reactions
It would be a Renaissance to tear it
But so much loneliness
It was folly
And so much beautiful bliss
It went away
The Demon began to understand
And slowly yet painfully went insane
Beco
when i grow up i want to be someone with an easy life.
ahhh... youth these days! am i right? hi-5s. we earnted them. truly we did. for that i am sorry. but what can be said?
so what if it was my fault?
i got punched in the nose. one time anwyay, if forget which one. these so many.
a hungry with no way to calm it. i don't wanna.
good looking. looking good. looking good good looking. ahahah. jks. but serisouly. we did.
i am green grass.
i am clear sky.
i am deep ocean.
i am red blood.
i am love.
i am war.
i have disease.
i had a secret liiittle smoker inside of me just waiting to burst out.
the smoke of my true self.
what a great
you know what? Fuck God
i can't find my camera-battery-recharger-cord-so-i-can't-take-any-photos-plus-and-
i can't do my assignments and i don't want to
and THERE IS NOTHING TO SMOKE, except paper and rubber and assorted non-smokeable materials tither and yon and it's bad so yeah annnnnnnnnd, i want to be drunk, really, really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really elly bad but i don't want TO GET even more than that thataht hat hat hat aht hat hat hat ha that ht ha tcat drunk... and i don't want to sober up. ever. andeverererererererererererereredesu.
fuck go
there is so much more
inside of you,
if you grow,
if you reach that,
all those lies
of misery, of pain, of sadness
will fade.
we all have this inside us.
don't believe those lies
in your head