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nothing lasts noone withstands nothing upholds everything ends never count on me never count on him i never count on me i never count on him look at...

Older

Skeleton trim; skin's acid touch, Those liver spots look too much, Like lodestars. No surprise when Dry days seem darker than nights. When matt-black...

Virtual Insanity

You want to escape from this meaningless Life life life? Put on your headset, we set? Set, go! Oop-stop-going crazy now, chica lika. Oop- no no in...

Dying I should have known death

Dying I should have known death, Falling I should have known scars Reaching for final gasped breath I should have looked down from the stars

Understand Me

Hola taxi driver, how was your night? We got mighty pissed! And ended up in a fight! The girls weren't quite up for it, Although we certainly we...

XXX

Triple X, Porno channels, Have you cleaned up, buddy? Better fetch a clean flannel! There's so much mess! And so little time! You hear your wife's...

Orange

There's nothing to rhyme with orange, What in the world is orange? Well you could argue the sun, The desert, My bum, (After using dodgy tanning...

Mysteries

White shadows, Strange noises, You never really had a doubt. Ratting chains. Driving you insane. Just makes you want to scream and shout. It all...

O

this thing we have this void this gaping hole this definition of character we run we hide we preoccupy we disguise we run we cry we cease this is...

Another one

The spoon laid by the plate As though it was his mate But the knife faced away It had absolutely nothing to say When the food arrived and was served...

Playfore

Essence of life

Mr Toad

Toot, toot went Mr Toad While in his big car he quickly rode, Tanking along totally drunk Burp! "Excuse me," another bump Tinkle, tinkle rang the...

Kama Sutra

Gewt knotted

Me

What makes me? Am I real? Am I feel? Am I pain? Am I joy? Am I God? Am I the devil? Am I solitude? Am I happy? Am I complete? I am all All is none...

I pray to die

Inner thoughts

Dead On the Inside

So I ask, why is there more&;#063;

C) Moon Crier

Not quite horror, but near it

Who will be there&;#063;

Kind of more of a sucidal kind of poem.

Ten o'clock

An am poem and a pm poem about an hour during the day.

Zeal

first part everyday i question me everyday i ask myself who i am everday i lose myself second part the final wish of my life is to die a paradox to...

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