I AM THAT MOUSE Poems

i put today on repeat and start all over again
i wake up in the morning and reach for my pen
and into a hiding place for writing i off and retreat.
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color me pink and make me beautiful....
anything pretty will do, pretty like you.

sad girl, painted in blue and black and gray,
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sitting on street bench, between satan and his high school sweetheart pondering the incongruousness of the lovers peering at eachother behind my back.

the prince of darkness is hiding his passion but i can see his red cheeks showing a hint of blush, and hers the same. how sickening that he finds love and the closest i've come is sitting between him and his princess.
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the sweat from the hand cuffs is pooling around my wrist
like blood pouring down from a vampires kiss

i can't get enough
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someone i've found along the way,
has taught me to hate the tastes of plain
has taught me to lust the walls of pain
and showed the black and white of gray.
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bleeding heart of ego tall,
do remember what it's like to crawl?
do remember what it's like to fall?
into the arms of someone who loves you.
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one day, i'll walk above you all
six feet under, and never higher
dropping rain and spitting fire
forcing kings to thier knees
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he vomitted on a canvas after a night he doesn't recall
four thousand on the auction block and he became a rich man.
i recall the night in all its haze and glory
and although not an amazing story
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the girl is no longer of high society
she swallowed her tongue and spewed inpropriety
shackeled to three and then two and then one
(a freedom that is too close to come)
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simple pacts, made drug induced
promises if i never reproduce
bloody treaty on which we agreed
that if i never marry, you'll plant your seed
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