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InexorableYour cruelty isInexorable
truly, unrelentingly,
inexorable.
The deepest well will thunder into the earth's core; plow to molten seas.
The sharpest star will shine until it pierces eyes; clawing hearts with light.
The thickest veins will
surge with the swellings of blood; stream a person dry.
The great cruelty will blot my arms with your bruises; inexorable.


Beat PoemI drift and I'm spun over Like some sort of catalyst for the eternal martyr That is you, a Gangly hoax who thumbs leather car seats And stains sheets With his own fermented blood.Beat Poem
And I believe your story's true, But when your gasps and lips turn blue It's hard for me to look at you And say: You tried.
Augmented by the sunrays My bitterdays become bitter ways And everything you warned me against Is just what I've become.
I don't know if it's working He said His words a hoarse red, His mouth: Pure violence. &nb


Honest Mark TwoTonight, the light bulb didn't burn hot enough, so I had to make do with the safety scissors. The safety scissors didn't do much, but were pretty (they had been crusted over with the shimmer of a gutted blue glitterpen) so in the end I resorted to the sharp edge of my drawer. The drawer did a lovely job, however, now I'm a bit dazzled by the way the flecks of brilliant blue blaze on the red of my blood. I think it's rather beauitful, actually. Like faerie blood, if faeries existed.Honest Mark Two
Today, I wanted cake so badly that it furled up my tongue with the sort of recoil that comes with kissing too many smokers. I made the cake a few nigh


My Father in AsphaltThere are places in this world that cheer themselves with murky lights and twinkling, periwinkle skirts and the joyous giggle of silver charm bracelets on passing wrists.My Father in Asphalt
Whitewashed, steam-striped, but unimaginably clean: casually creased sidewalks that, despite dullness, glow softly through even cigarette stains and exhaust leaks.
And the people, they come to these places, and they spin in lifeless circles and waft through delicate gusts of sweetened perfumes, in order to feel the entire world: &n
Not a poem

You Are Part of MeI feel your apathy carnally- It is rooted in the cavernous glosses of my ribcage, now, and it throbs as a dieing candle does just behind my heart, as though it means toYou Are Part of Me
draw it along into his own death.
--- It is a pity your indifference does not know that only romantics and fools still accredit affection to the
moist channels of the heart: I would that you were consuming my love for you in blackened flame, but you're only smothering a
simple (albeit essential) organ.
But on the brightside: if you should burn it wholly, the apathy ends.
--- &


Honest.Tonight, the light bulb didn't burn hot enough, so I had to make do with the safety scissors. The safety scissors didn't do much, but were pretty (they had been drooled upon by a blue glitterpen, and the effect was shimmery and magpie-magnetizing) so in the end I resorted to the sharp edge of my drawer. The drawer did a lovely job, however, now I'm a bit dazzled by the way the flecks of brilliant blue blaze in the light of my reddening blood. I think it's rather beauitful, actually. Like faerie blood, if faeries existed.Honest.
Today, I wanted cake so badly that it furled up my tongue with the sort of recoil that comes with kissing too
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LOVE IS WAR!!!
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Honestly, I am defeated at every turn, but I always win in the end. - L Lawliet
Originals don't need a label.
Watch me
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"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."
-Faramir, Son of Denathor
Lord of the Rings: Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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LIFE Is Paradoxically Coincidental To The Ironical Tyrrany Applicable To The Unparalleled Definition Of Reverse Entropy
~ Roses are...
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"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."
-Faramir, Son of Denathor
Lord of the Rings: Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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LIFE Is Paradoxically Coincidental To The Ironical Tyrrany Applicable To The Unparalleled Definition Of Reverse Entropy
~ MetallicA Vulturous Skull
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Looking through the eyes, and into the soul. My eyes peirce inwards, and see your frailities, admire your strengths.
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