The Madness Of Five A.M.
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A Random Unnamed PoemI'm not obsessive; Just a bit crazy. I'm not depressive; Just a bit hazy. I'm not wayward; Just a bit impulsive. I'm not haphazard; Just a bit convulsive.A Random Unnamed Poem
You're not answering, I'm not ending this, I am adhering, To my forgotten bliss,
And fine, Leave me be, Leave me behind, But I will make you see, That you cannot ignore me blind, For I will persevere, Yes, I will do all that I can, Make you volunteer, To reply like it was your plan.
If my words are forlorn, Discarded like a dead man,
by ~AbattoirxAbdication
Prologue: Her Unseen SquireThe laces broke,Prologue: Her Unseen Squire
As though someone had run a knife through her back and pulled against her,
She felt a stroke,
That which had saved her was at the end of her tether. The sheet slid off down to the stone, She sensed his eyes tracing the outline of the v-shaped smile,
He was of the unknown, Yet she empathised with his guile.
Out of the socket, The string fell to the cement, It emerged from his pocket, That flowery scent. The wax thawed, Gloomy ambience, Down he gnawed, It struck her at once;
The acquiescence.
by ~AbattoirxAbdication
Am I To Feel Guilty?Trying to render words like some epic, I am incapable. The process is autonomic, Only arriving when undesired and unwanted.Am I To Feel Guilty?
Place your eyes unto me, I am ambiguous, I am pretentious, but I will tell thee, I can write, and I might as well damn fight.
If you choose to provoke me, I'm too far above, sitting in my tall tree, I shall shove, shove you off that unbalanced balance you so gracefully stand upon.
But I like to sit on the floor, or even under the ground, beneath you, to hear the unfamiliar sounds, that ex
by ~AbattoirxAbdication
My RequitalHe says he doesn’t mind, I find that hard to believe. At times, I laugh at how ridiculous it all is, I’d like to say my heart is mine, But I know it’s all his.My Requital
I think of all the things I write, I read over it a thousand times, Yet it’s never right, It’s never fully sublime.
I tend to get quite extreme, But I swear it’s just in the spur of a moment, I blame it on the dreams, The things I see when I am dormant.
Sometimes I hate this feeling so much, At other times I can’t stop, I love it such,
by ~AbattoirxAbdication
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Personal SecretsI look up to the ceiling and all I see is sky It was all so frightening that she began to cry The burrows in the walls hold the undeniable truth The tortures left to rest in the bundle of rotting youthPersonal Secrets
I crawled deeper into the rabbit hole needing to find you Just to discover these personal secrets that aren't even true O how I hope it truly is all a lie These things that it showed me of how it will die These personal secrets that no one else can see These personal secrets that are getting the best of me
The waters turned and thrashed like so much hot wax And they
by ~lissa420
Forever AND Her.So far away remain the days held so closely, I don’t believe your love ever existed, Burdened forever knowing there may have been more, A slave to the degradation of my failing heart…Forever AND Her.
No more joy left, only time, Shadows are all that’s been left to feel, I know there is nothing more; I gave in so long ago, I’ve resided within these troubled dreams for so long, They shall never cease to trouble my waking hours…
I was never ever what I thought you wanted I changed so much for you but I never gained,
a foothold to withstand the rain that drowned this rose, Wit
by ~foreverandher
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- Current Residence: poop
- Favourite band or musician: Amanda Palmer and Emilie Autumn
- Favourite poet or writer: Hemingway, Paulo Coelho, Anne Rice, Shakespeare, Emilie Autumn - And, there is no more space =(.
- Operating System: mac
- MP3 player of choice: PINK IPOOOOOD nano
- Skin of choice: Dead and decayed skin. Yay (Yes, I know they didn't mean skin tone).
- Favourite game: Oblivion
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, Wii..
- Favourite cartoon character: Courage The Cowardly Dog <3
- Personal Quote: Insanity is placid normality. Life is an abattoir.
- Tools of the Trade: Felt tip pen and my little, black book(s).
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And Me If I Am 1.
If U Get 7 Back U R Loved
1-3 u r a bad friend
4-6 u r a ok friend
7-9 u r a good friend
10-& ^ u r a great friend
Dear Friend,
When u feel like crying....call me. ! . ! . !
I dont promise that I will make u laugh,
but I can cry with u. If one day u want to
run away dont be afraid to call me.
I dont promise to ask u to stop......
but I can run with u.
If one day u dont want to listen to anyone.....
call me.
I promise to be there for u
but also promise to remain quiet.
But one day if u call......
and there is no answer.....
come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
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Comfortably numb.
You are pure. I like pure people.
Thanks for adding me as a friend, though I can be your mom.
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