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Emerald Envymy face is of innocence,Emerald Envy
small and meek;
i am the young deer in the dark woods.
but my black bear has awoken.
worn from his restless sleep.
beneath the blossoming orange tree the young deer collects falling diamonds as the bear nears with a devilish grin.
he shows her the beauty of the pine tree and the green emeralds
that caresses her fragile eyes.
for the first time, she is envious.
in the midst of night the deer rests peacefully, a silver laced halo across her head.
the bear creeps stealthy to were she l
The Great Savannahthe strings that kept us togetherThe Great Savannah
are broken. they were bland and colorless, but there, nevertheless.
and i only stayed for her but now she’s broken too. you broke her, with your serrated heart.
and it brings me to tears to see her attempt to try. but you, with your black heart, you, just keep pulling on the strings sawing off the pieces one,
by one,
by one.
and i want to rip them out of your hands
and make you see that it’s not about you anymore.
the leaves don’t change where we live.
and you,
Rings of Rosesit’s crowded in here, and i’m starting to misjudge you.Rings of Roses
you,
perfect you.
the you that has a ring of roses around your feet.
the ones that are getting crushed by this unbearable weight.
the smell of roses is filling this room,
and it’s nauseating.
we could try to fix it,
put these pieces back together.
but i’m tired. of waiting,
hoping,
thinking. and it’s getting late. and my pockets are full of ashes
and we’re all falling down.
sand storm.navy cloaks the night and owl eyes illuminate vine-shadows in the midst of a midnight of integrity.sand storm.
a tangerine moon sets on our barren land, our dusty, dry abyss - rain seems hard to come by in such an unrelenting place as this.
the moonset is a mix of shadows and lights at ends of tunnels and false hope and everything else it took to end us.
all the words that brought us here brim with tension - I twisted them into lassoes and cantered across the west in search for answers, but I just ended up back home.
I
all that is gold.once more, may I venture back to that world, unique in its censure, a planet unfurled.all that is gold.
a new reprimand of inventive demand in the cogs of humanity, so meshed in insanity, and slippery in their ways of obtaining their wants in ways that remain so sustaining.
somehow we land with
torn paper wings and
flickering thoughts of sputtering things
and words circling, spinning around
and sounds of sleek silver tongues, words of dust that we litter, ingenuous glimpses of ghosts and a shimmer of hymns and of psalms of
anarchic hiatus.I have this fire shut up in my bones and lightning in my veins - my heart beats thunder and my eyes blink rainstorms; the maelstrom of contemplation torrents around my lips andanarchic hiatus.
I fight for flight with histrionic
passiveness and words like I think
I feel this way all the time.
these thoughts are fool's gold to me and these roads cannot take me home anymore.
maybe I need something new or maybe I need empathy but
these nightmarish denotations of sympathy have me shaking
and covertly laughing
| i would never love you. |
Content
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Yeah, I finally joined a club....check it out:
=RawEm0tion
Love + Hate = Life
(but you should already know that)
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Music is like candy; You have to throw out all the rappers
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lights will guide you home / and ignite your bones / and I will try to fix you.
like the new name? much more sophisticated right?
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lights will guide you home / and ignite your bones / and I will try to fix you.
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