sickboy66

If I Was Born On The Right Side of Town

Didn't I have a wondrous childhood
Upon a wishing well, or
On the infinite roseola roads to home
Learning of desire without need

Can you see, it was here; I gave you the first rose
A portal
A prose
A portrait
The awareness of wonder

Expectations erect, a thin line
Not easy to bare
Loneness...
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Rug Burn


This one stoic memory stains
To be; to all _ only a pain
Dreamer of things, that haven't a pulse
The loss of shame, bleeds with result

Now, all that has been lost has set-in
Let the calcination of me, begin

My Alchemy is Ablaze

For the ease of leaving
Sever the tree from eden
The roots are riddled with bruises
I; the stump, the sun of sin

Now broken......Now changing

Kept memories from my heart
The wants will burn discern there
Nights receding, ready or not
Never mind tommorows despair

Now stylistic......Now caustic

Caracel of eyes, collecting
Spinning dark debris inside
The building blocks colliding...
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RUG BURN

This one stoic memory stains
To be, to all, only a pain
Dreamer of things without a pulse
This loss of shame brings on the result

Now! All that was lost has set-in
Let the calcination of of me, begin

Well, I'm still looking for a crush..........

anyone want to go to Paris for the weekend?

payed my taxes today.......Think I will get drunk and piss on the courthouse, and maybe

Well, today I joined the Prozac Nation......................stupid brain