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americaamerica the beautiful I lay my hands on thee And in that harsh embrace you put your faith in meamerica
The riches of your land The mysteries deep within In time will all be mine Through pain of every sin
your fields I will burn your forests I shall fell And in between the seas My hope alone shall dwell
So trust your weary heart And give your hope to me america the beautiful A land no longer free
by *4moku2
I Shed A Tear TodayI shed a tear today In quiet thought of you For a song of little consequence When such you’ve never heard Called upon a memory Never very far Yet never close enough When I hold it in my mind What lingers in my heart Reminding me of love Not lucky to have known But blessed to understand Though brief the moment was For eternity it’s mine And thus the tear not sad That I have shed todayI Shed A Tear Today
by *4moku2
Cry For MeWhy do I whip you Do you truly not know Have I not seen your tearsCry For Me
Of joy and sorrow Of pain and hope
Tears for the poems Not yet written upon your flesh
And each so precious When shed for me alone
So I whip you Long and hard Until you beg me to stop Until you beg it never to end Just to see your tears
For in those perfect drops As I comfort you Wiping them gently from your eyes You know my love is yours And you pray in your heart and soul That no one else should ever
Cry for me
by *4moku2
Shoo Fly PieBuzz, buzz, buzz, said the fly to the pie, Yet the pie said nothing to the fly.Shoo Fly Pie
Buzz, buzz, buzz, said the fly to the pie, Again, there was no reply.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, said the fly to the pie.
Swat!
Mrs. Smith killed the fly, And cut herself a piece of pie.
by *4moku2
To Keep Your Heart SafeThe promises were mine And thus were mine to keep And for their broken pieces None but I should weepTo Keep Your Heart Safe
But tears would not be right When everything is wrong And none are even here To hear the saddest song
Sung by every heart That’s ever been released To cages some call freedom Where slowly dies the beast
The animal within That cannot live without The love that it has held When all it holds is doubt
But doubt you not my words The feelings they define When in your heart you know The promises are mine
by *4moku2
WhaleThe whale sings Disturbingly penetrating Deep into my psycheWhale
The whale sings As I put another cigarette out on the hooker’s ass Why is she crying She doesn’t smoke
The whale sings And I think about quitting But that was a good one Though I wish the bitch would shut up
The whale sings Amazing how the smoke hugs her left cheek Amidst the intoxicating odor of burnt flesh Who said she could have another orgasm
The whale sings I think I might be done Yet I want another cigarette And I like the looking at
by *4moku2
Axe Murdererby *4moku2
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SlashThis desk could be used as a hard platform to push me onto, you know, to overpower “me” – or this space that’s filled with something solid and moving, breathing, so far as our current definition of “solid” goes.Slash
This chair could be used as a prison, the bars you could fix me to, it’s perfect for that. You could do that furious artist thing you do, throwing paint at a canvas so that the colors and splatters mesh together to make something odd, intangible but inexplicably attractive. You could
slice me,
burn me,
extract me from my
by ~SweetBlackRose13
The day the Heavens went outToday the mighty heavens went out Stopped shining their stars so bright Because your fire was extinguished And you passed away in the nightThe day the Heavens went out
Living alone makes my blackened soul scream Seconds become decades and I in agony I writhe Are you happy now you’ve abandoned me? How do you expect me to remain alive?
Poison darling, couldn’t you have fought it out? My nightmares see you hanging there… So lifeless, cold, unnecessary Asking me to stay here was too unfair
Heaven turned out her light’s so she could welcome you in Roll out t
by ~PoisonRose-Jenny
How Your Past PresidesOcean pours over rocks Encasing their mysteriesHow Your Past Presides
In brine below my
Sensible shoes.
After five hours
Flakey strawberry pastries And amber-coloured Rum-raisin ice-cream Imbuing me with sugared zeal I’ve reached the end of the world.
Having traversed the path Like a messenger of old I stand sunburnt in the broken courtyard Sensing the dancing flickers Of former lives and old tales; Incipient heatstroke.
My fingers clutch medieval masonry Its mortar a suspension of dried bones and
Inequitable labour.
by ~Moon-and-Ash
Self-ExaminationIn trying new things, people always learn new things. Whether about themselves or someone else. Because of my past, I've tried a lot of new things. I've tried to be someone, anyone, everyone I am not. I've run for months, denying my nature, my roots, anything that I tried to leave behind. But I'm learning that I can't run from my mistakes. That part of me that I so despise to this day is just that-a part of me. That history, past, person, make up the essence of who I am today. I am no one else. I'm just me. I can shape who I am, I can tweak who I am, but I cannot shake who I am.Self-Examination
Ugly things are in my past. What I choose to do ab
by ~XxforgtmentxX
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"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain; its impressions are unmistakable."
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Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.
--
I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
~Member of the 3eyes [link] club! Inanely Inspired Insanity~
--
Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.
--
I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
~Member of the 3eyes [link] club! Inanely Inspired Insanity~
--
Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.
--
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain; its impressions are unmistakable."
--
"Where do you suppose it came from?"
"A Russian submarine...full of Olympic athletes!"
I got a Suigintou chibi from ~The-Den
--
I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
~Member of the 3eyes [link] club! Inanely Inspired Insanity~
--
"Where do you suppose it came from?"
"A Russian submarine...full of Olympic athletes!"
I got a Suigintou chibi from ~The-Den
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