Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls
Focused pain creates moods
Needles of faith, Empires of rust
Martyrs are buried, insanity lost
...
How can you breath inside of
Why can't I see what you've shown?
Show me what I can't have.
Take it away from me.
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Quaking, sun-drenched rumors of a quilted heart
Empty out into the mental wounds of anything that takes care.
The screaming nothingness of night is forgotten in a moment,
When the soft spiraled leaves of a blacken tree crush in on themselves.
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'Anonymously throwing out a child is unacceptable'
Newslines of another world flood in the window
I wish I could hear them, I wish I could could care
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She slept.
She never got it.
I took her head, she turned 47 today.
She didn't deserve it.
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Green lust sprays from the young man.
Collected at the feet of his spouse,
the tiny ball of red yarn flattens into the floor.
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Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
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Eat the fat to clense your worth
See your god to buy your birth
Beleive the lies, hymen the nights
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Nazi stain on strain, forced to beleive
To love a man vile and out-dated
Fears of his god were always hated
...
Scraped and re-done, over and over
given to the child, his parents grew colder
escaped a view, and he groped the covers
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Hearing the voice of their own god,
it must be a pleasure,
to feel his presence and indulge his treasures.
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Remorse is a believer, face the quiet titles
Lust has overgrown and noticed,
only by readers of the bible,
...
How many people died today?
Bit their bearings and left?
Never saw the light, if any,
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Your god was born inside your mind,
manifested, changed and sublimed.
It is wrong and immoral, this sweet dirty god,
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Lifeless but loving life, failed at everything,
and everyone.
Christ-lover and minority aggravator,
...
In water, all things are alike,
drowning, floating, grasping for the air
that doesn't exist.
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'I'm not like them, but I can can pretend. The sun is gone, but I have a light. The day is done, but I'm having fun. I think I'm dumb. Maybe just happy.' -Kurt Donald Cobain (Some of these poems were originally written when I was going through a 'I hate life, I hate myself' era, the ones in all lowercase are downers, for some reason I do that. Don't just read one either, if you do, you might not like the aftertaste.) Children are future, Corey Baker)
Spurious
Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls
Focused pain creates moods
Needles of faith, Empires of rust
Martyrs are buried, insanity lost
Minus one, forever masturbated
Under the covers of a book
a paper binding
Overboard on a capsule
Drowning in nothingness
Major Tom is still lost
His wife will never know
Knife wielding Manson kin
midnight wishful garbageman
Seraphim's Swastika, neverending songs
choirs of insects burn and reflect no light
Primates rapes human minds
cannibal music sways the trees
the night of God and his apes survives
The internal explosions kill everyone
'This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper'