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l'ode aux suicidaires

February 3rd 2008 00:07
cold waters rising,
on an empty vessel,
covered in cloven skin.
staring at the wall,
can't find the answers in the tiles,
this is the end.
crimson ribbons flowing,
beyond the porcelain borders,
and everything is red,
signals of distress,
all failed to reach the world without,
dread that the voyage has come to end like this.

rescue me,
hear my cries,
i don't want to go.
rescue me,
throw me a reason to carry on,
i don't want to go,
i'm sinking.

lump of torpid tissue,
cringing like a fetus,
sinking into nothingness,

staring at the wall,
can't find the answers in the tiles,
this is the end.
this body's weary,
the life was hardly fulfilling,
and everything is black,
memory is fading,
was this the only way I ask,
to put an end to my unrest.

rescue me,
hear my cries, please,
i don't want to go.
rescue me,
release me from all of this misery,
i don't want to go,
i'm sinking.

mother downs the door,
stares at the floor,
to witness the sight of your life pouring.
this cant be true,
this cant be you,
not my baby, no, no, not you.
what could she have done,
what could she have said,
to make you feel as if someone cared.
only if she dared,
only if she dared,
only if she dared,
to question.

couldnt find a reason,
couldnt find the courage,
to go on the way things were.
now, there you lie,
didn't care to survive,
with all the suffering,
all the tears each and every night.
what more could you have done,
what more could you have said,
to let someone know how you felt.
only if you dared,
only if you dared,

only if you dared,
to survive.

we're sinking.
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divine romance

February 2nd 2008 05:33
woman,
woman,
woman,
woman.
the night goes on forever,
like a river to the sea,
and the stars twinkle with such life,
shining brightly over me.
woman,
woman,
woman,
woman.
the sun shines with intention,
every ray has a different mission,
from every mountain and sunken valley,
perfection springs.
woman,
woman,
woman,
woman.
the wind blows violently,
but it makes a song so sweet,
outside i stand as still as the oak,
but inside it moves me.
woman,
woman,
woman,
woman.
gracefully given like a cloud,
sound and fertile as the ground,
raining charms and beauty,
harvesting every desire, want and need.
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the time willie didn't show

February 1st 2008 03:56
"so this is it, huh? im telling you cant do this to me, ava. its just not proper. are you listening to me? not proper"

ava exclaimed, "who are you to talk to me that way? i dont see no barcode on my forehead. you dont order me about like im some parcel. go jerk yourself a new hairpiece. im through with your shenanigans."

rico stood against the wall scratching his head. his hairpiece moving beneath his fingertips. he looked at ava as she painted her face in the vanity. just then she turned around and gave a stare that made his johnson crawl up in his body.

"why are you hovering over me like some folically impaired big bird," she snapped?

she was really beginning to get under his skin. he decided he'd better go before he was able to permit himself to do something rash. there was a time when he wasn't so in control of his emotions and he knifed some street dealing whore from her clit to her spit. but rico was a changed man now.

"im going to forget this whole thing ever happened. maybe you over powdered your nose. i'll be around tomorrow for what's mine and you'd better not give me any more shit or i'm going to show you what splitting is all about, bitch!"

rico had managed to cultivate a fine group of what he deemed mad bitches about town. itd anger him greatly to find many of them without pubic hair because he liked to keep samples after the splitting. it took him months to finish his last toupee.

ava giggled and pounced, "don't you worry about my powder and you come back here you'll get trouble like you never knew. you just be sure you don't forget your hat. i hear it's pretty windy out. wouldn't want you to lose your head."



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"what are you going to do, cairo?"

"i'm going to kill myself and if you try to stop me ill do you first


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