being bored of existing leaves a stain on your human conscience.

PreValentine's Day Syndrome. :

in the picture, two, one lost, the other found, slow

Hey boy, where'd you learn to dance like that?

A sensation for every feeling, a colour for everything, anything, right-o

At once, you, at one, for once, for one, day, upon a day...jungle

And so we go on...

Playing the body organ, learning a new song, to sing to you, to play to you...

a house for two

is?

just for a little while, won't you be...won't you be?

I do too, wanna catch some fly-ing time?

swimming, mind-numbing...love of broken things, will you please?

...little pulpitations of the heart, eyes bright and cheeks full...

there is a delicate way of reacting to any situation, and there are many other ways too, but sometimes, kindess is not always the best, apparently.

...

on a plane, over the clouds, as far as the eye can see, life

and there goes the windowless man who doesn't understand

Finding just right, just right and trying to know but finding a no and a yes, once was a square, now a deadly snare ..

... why I'm faithless ...

was it you, was it me, summer fish glow in the dark, puppy romances sleep in the dark

nothing to do with anything. It's floating on the edge of madness.It does not know when to...

farewell to the battle ground where blood marks the doorway to peace

my mommy

"lone trumpet, violin death, piano love song." cello song's said

sunshine's not smiling, baby's not stopping, blood's a flowing, nothing holding you back

tactics, old with superstition, sucked dry dry dry, got a lucky charm

pressed and composed, little bit more

feed the butterfly, let it fly and find a world on its own

familiar faces

"contestant #208"

smile

the edge is there, time has no words

from flowers to spring, on used love stories your apathy grew

I guess you never left, it's okay, that's just fine

teenage youth

b reathe out, b aby, time to kiss reality good b ye

wait for me inside of your dream, i'll be there, i'll get there, once more, we'll be together

my lover, my killer, you never noticed but you always knew

dead flowers beneath sullen fingers

piano music over cold tea

pod-kid in these hands, in a world where the black light shines above your head, kill the bees before they kill you

skipping and dreaming of a better world, on the grassy hills of the dead grows a baby-apple-tree

this waltz, this waltz, these shuddering flowers and i am lost and lost

the moon whispers, will you answer her call?

double as one, no life to cry from these lips, no single sound do we emit

one more scale another broken tune from you words. another sentence left silent because there is no music left to bear it's fruits.

"Wall, that vile Wall, which did these lovers sunder;-pyramus&thisbe

the mirror, the floor, the doors, and the pores, sudden death reincarnated into this lie, so sweet it burns you alive

consumed by the picture, we await our calculated termination, the ants of commercialism, we are but one

the girl

wait. the clouds begin to die. wait. let's watch the rain. wait. smile. you know it's late. wait. stop. wait.

eaten alive. leukocytes begin to dream. and now, the anarchy looses its fruits.

and i, i walked away

breathe.

in this room where all the death seeps through, i find myself beyond the music and within.

if you will, i believe

all the right notes torn apart. chaos of your day-dreams.

plastic youth and untrained death left to cure the world

and you flow down towards true purity, and you stain the trail through your death, but you shall always be a paper butterfly

a picture staring at your soul

my shadow and me, coiled from unborn emotion, my siamese heart

his dreams hardened by fleshless smiles, once had opened the rain without newborn day

pretty little bruises, lining all that sorry broken flesh, i see through your lies, i see through scattered scars, the truth, as ugly as you wish it to be

your-whimsical-emotions,drowning-with-sugarless-dreams

without.being.wrong.or.right.and.colored.with.silver.stripes.bring.me.into.your.soul.to.let.me.live.as.the.resident.emotion

wings digging into my back, never wanted never supported, i crash down like the newborn bird, no help; crushed by a pill bottle

even if the night turns warm and the sun dives west, alone six-feet beneath your hate, i'll kiss you good night

autumn died

maybe finding freedom within ourselves is better than catching it with a gun

turn around to pucker up lips, forgotten verse, remembered color

stand alone the blood will follow

looking back into a faceless door

it's a short, spur-of-the-moment, i was inspired by music/love/empathy

held together by bonded threads, sweet oblivious used up breath, white world my shades of gray

obsession so deep, it holds and sooths like the mother's shadowed face

it's all fragmented

memories memories memories always destroy spit and smirk, i saw without words the world gone blank

let us pretend that we are not puppet or scum, let us be for we are they and they aren't sun and moon

remember what was never lost but of fragments fragments fragment broken thoughts broken sanity till the end

emotionless, thoughtless, optionless, deprived, survived, dead spirit, wasted breath

something wrong, something right, she is the Queen, the Queen of Empathy, nothing sad, nothing happy, she is Queen, Queen of Smpathy

I started out with a point to this, but then it just diminished as the words went by...

it's odd

it's wierd, about some sort of a nightmare that i had.

suicidal implication, smoking, broken heaven, curled eye-lashes,( i was under the influence of music: Scar Tissue)

shoved away forever

it's a story, but hell it's a poem, whatever you think, or even bother to read

sometimes is like always without innocence

giving up yet again

bad poetry

past 1:00

sleep at night, below prophetic memories, dying in glory, i see reality...

different

it doesn't make sense

bleeding and stitched, clawing and slipping, lower and lower into the game, living of temptation, the platic heart, deeply cracked

no summery can be made to crush the poem into a sentence.

running away from yourself

I feel weird today, a poem about....seclusion?

My thoughts on happiness;

maybe a suicidal poem, or just angsty sort of way to say good bye to the people that care

Anemia-:" a lack of vitality "; poem about the lack of life....

When you're lost, lost in everything, and every moment seems like it is too late, a poem about loss

When you're apathetic and happy..the world has it's tricks set for you...

when you suddenly look back into a time when you were free from the claws of society

Abstract poetry.

mixed feelings plunged to one poem about apathy and depression

i wallow in the past, i despise my past, indeed a poem about my past

i made a horrifying mistake that will most-likely ruin my life, a poem dedicated to my stupidety

My first bloody attempt at rhyming, get yourselves drunk before reading this, because it's pathetic....

A story twisted into a poem about a young girl's mother....

I never knew itcould end like this, the truth always hurts...

....slightly twisted...and seems more like a story....but hell, it's poetry to me

The pitiful title says it all.......enjoy.....

Short poem of things about the moon.....and yes...

This is not french, just the title as you can see, people aren't so blind....this poem is really contimplative...and dark

Guess what, it's about self-mutalation

A usual dark and pointless perspective of the shows that go on in my mind....

Dark...umm....expressionful...very dark...sadistic of sorts....

I was listening to Mozart...because I love classical music...especially dark and seldom music...So after listening to 'Requiem' 5 times, I came up with this pathetic poem...sort of a spur of the moment kind of thing...there is no explenation for it...and

Just to show how much I despise, loath, hate my mother...enjoy...(2 swear words)

I cannot explain...rather dark is all I can say....

Dark poem..about death...as usual....

Very descriptive and discret poem...about a lost love...

Poem, about, loosing the point of living...

Suicidal theme...when enought is enough...

I have a fear of dolls at night...this just explains what my imagination can spur up...I know, it's pathetic...

Dark, possibly, a view on reality, which could be...