I dont want any of this stuff anymore but I dont care enough to delete it all individually so if someone could lemme know how to get rid of it I'd appreciate it.


WeaknessThy thoughts crumble In moonlit dusk as The solitude without Your touch is completeWeakness
Mist hangs upon me As I am a shade Throughout the neverending Days of forgotten
My weakness untold of Is like a lure to The hidden spikes Below a well laid trap
But you disarmed me Of this weakness Until solitude reclaimed me As its rightful queen
And I now lay Upon those bloody spikes As my pierced heart Loses strength Giving into my weakness


Exposing Flesh and HeartsLook me in the eyes Am I not like you?Exposing Flesh and Hearts
This flesh a different shade These lips a different curve But I still feel the same I still feel such pain.
I stand before you naked Exposed to my core My hair tumbles before my eyes And you push it to the side This simple jester Caves my heart in for you.
I know every inch of you Body, heart, and soul Each section of skin adding To the fear that won't subside. Is it too early to say I dont know how to lose you.
The way the days slow without you And the way I fit in your


The Cunning Mantras of DesireFire through my veins untelling Of the pain inflicting in my heart And 1000 pins of swelling emotion Erupt through me in waves Of exotic pleasure Blade at hand but I’m not endangered I just hold it, and its essence brings me comfort.The Cunning Mantras of Desire
Clenched teeth and a torn mind With a world I couldn’t open my eyes to. They filled with tears at the thought Of truth which words long forgotten By mine enemy’s tongue Were said so dearly, with false emotion. Hiding behind the lies in the spaces between.
People believe that the truth hurts. The glint in your e
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An eye for an eye only leads to more blindless. - Margaret Atwood
i like ur poens and pics
what do u need to get some ispiration again?
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Nommer un objet, cest supprimer les trois quarts de la jouissance du poème qui est faite du bonheur de discerner peu à peu;
le suggérer, voilà le rêve.
Mallarmé
Hay que tomar la muerte como si fuera una aspirina. Hemingway
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An eye for an eye only leads to more blindless. - Margaret Atwood
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The world doesn't need another love song, baby,
But I'm writing one for you.
-Just What The World Needs, Cheap Suits
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