Uncategorized couples, crap writting, drugwriting, drunkiegail, dunkiegail, emo, forgotten storms, I cant sleep, in the moment writting, insomnia, men, men suck, moving forward, poem, poems, rubbish, sad, sadness, wine, writting 6:07 am
A bottle of wine in and who are you?
I A wise lover to be headed
Or an old man looking for obedience
I am not your dog
But I will u bite..
Down on the hand of uniformity
We are not your progeny
We are our very own creatures
And we wait in the dark
The dark to you gave us to render you blind
And though you do not see us
We shall rise
And you,
Faint of heart
Shall crumble
We are the now
And you shall
Welcome us
Or
Fear the progress
Do not fear me
I am you
And i will come for you.
-A.s.L. =^.^=©
life is a jumbled poem and men suck and tok@gail drugwriting, drunkiegail, one liners, poem, poetry, raymond, shorts 4:47 am
another night of tall glasses filled with dark rum
and darker needs
roll some ganja and lay back
lets play like we were still young
that glass is looking low lets get another
take another hit and try to get closer to where your at
yours is gone again and mines almost empty
looking into a tall glass at a shalow crimson silouet of myself
hating that im wanting more
and not only of this drink
life is a jumbled poem and men suck drugwriting, drunkiegail, hate, love, poem, raymond, sad 2:07 am
im giving up now
there’s no point any more
the dark prince won
and the king is lost
what will happen of the fair maiden
ill tell you
she wondered into the forest to die
there sadly she did no such thing
she walked and wondered
to deep to find her way out
she there still but lost in so many ways
to her it’s all screaming
all loud crippeling reminders
echoing off the walls of her head
failure, guilt, regret..
you can see her still
walking empty eyed
there’s nothing left inside
just pain
just the slight curve in her eyebrow
to show she could still feel that
she could still feel pain
if only that
she remembers happiness
she remembers looking into the good kings eyes
she rembers life, air, feelings….
it’s all gone now
she carved it out of her heart and thew it to the woods
that girl has it now
she scars the fair maiden
always watching
standing there still beckoning her at the end of the path
she dare not go there
so forever she’ll wonder these woods
void of happiness waiting to find that lost piece
but never brave enough to take it back…
life is a jumbled poem and men suck drugwriting, hate, raymond 3:21 pm
i cant belive he’d do this
why is this happening again
why!
it feels like my skin is screaming
like every part of me is running in a different direction
i cant focus
i hate her so much
worthless whore
your saving her from darkness
as i plummet screaming into it
all the times i remember with him his eyes in the sun all framed neatly in my mind crack and shatter
but instead of falling i feel the shards cutting into my sanity
but it wasnt suppose to be this way
why is she there!
an accident
a mistake
then why again
please tell me what is she, a mistake
a fucking mistake
that is driving me into the depths of insanity
i don’t want to go there
its dark
i hear the sound of cycads
im scared of that sound
things are so demented there
terrifying and dangerous
why is this happening
it wasnt suppose the feel this bad
it wasnt suppose to be this way
abbyaddi and life is a jumbled poem drugwriting, poem, raymond, sad 4:34 pm
Behind where I walk there is another but Who’s in the front In the dark, I run don’t let the lights go out The raindrops turn into droplets of blood and travel down cheeks I’m not her please let me go the lights are dimming I’ll take you away with one breath To the dark forest where cicadas cry I can’t try anymore Being made to disappear thought by thought on the other side of the dark the morning won’t come anymore Inside the mirror with countless cry’s of pain and warning Come on, lure someone here come here, uttered ominously screaming, “no run!” it capture’s you walking down the trail where cicadas cry The voice that I use is no more I’ll take you away with one breath To the dark forest where cicadas cry It isn’t me I’m not myself any more No matter how you have to get away stay far from where cicadas cry she is not me i loved you
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