Alice in WonderlandEveryone is passed out. It's only like ten here. Fucking stoners.
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Jump on in...You were like perfection, if perfection were a cruel toy, a ploy, a hoax, a way to taunt me out and step on those little hopes and dreams of mine.Jump on in...
You were like perfection, if perfection were lonely words whispered into empty rooms, vacant and solitary and hard; because it would have been too hard to say I love you back and fucking mean it for once.
You were like perfection, if perfection were a sickness, a plague in which you infected me, giving just enough to have me hooked like a pathetic, Blubbering fish at the end of
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Mixed up in rhythms...These lines will never be just right, the r-h-y-m-e-s and r h y t h m andMixed up in rhythms...
h e a r t b e a t s will never form the algorithm you hoped it would. the words will never f l o w nor the love I felt grow into what it should have been from the beginning.
With syllables too choked back and fucked up to ever speak aloud; with "I did what I had to dos" and "I'm sorrys" much too overdo, with feelings that I wish could be unfelt; that I wish I
by ~007-BloodyAlaizabel
A Lost LanguageI sing with a meekly voice out of a crowd, out of vast pools of aristocrats and fools and simpletons, for the beauty in an underdog, kicked at and sneered at and left face down in a book. I sing for the lost language in a broken little girl, Too philosophical to really believe this big round world could be changed at all.A Lost Language
I sing to raise your voices in unison and humanity, Vain and insane as the bystanders may hide behind. I sing of instinct and loveless marriages, I sing to touch even one heart with a few lyrical lines, with some rhyming and rhythmic words, I sing
by ~007-BloodyAlaizabel
Jumping Overboard is the...I refuse, with my fuse Close to the end, tipping me Over the edge. I will be the last one To stand in your way, With nothing to say, Choked up on yesterdays, Memories, and a hurt Too deep to confess. I’m a mess, my chest Suppressed by a love Too heavy in my heart. From the beginning,Jumping Overboard is the...
From the start, I was
There, bare and bleeding, Pleading and begging with Nothing to give. And it’s too hard to breathe, To live, to forgive when There’s nothing to be sorry for In the first place.
I ref
by ~007-BloodyAlaizabel
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Rebecca's PoemMy Brother's Alabaster SundownRebecca's Poem
My brother was sculpting a heart of alabaster as I stood by chatting and amid the filings and jokes between the stories
bringing us up to date was a feeling of tangible loss.
With his spit he would bring out the rose satin gloss of the stone exposing its veins stroking its faults noting its sensual curves.
It was I who asked, "Do dreams come true? Can you be true to yourself?" as the dust flew, grew upon the ground, and he said, "Cover your eyes" as the sun went down.
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