Im a terrible person, i hide secrets and I’m not a good person. sometimes i feel like the universe made a mistake with me. i feel out of place and an anomaly in the fabric of space and time. I’m here but I’m not supposed to be here. i hurt the people around me and i have no purpose i exist there for iam.
Scarlet sat on a bench on a sunny day. She waited and waited till the seasons changed summer winter fall she wanted to see them all. Then one day came a man husky and bearded with a basket in hand. He said “hello little miss may I sit on this bench”? She looked up smiled and nodded and said “of course you can” so they both sat and waited till the seasons changed summer winter and fall they saw it all. They sat on the bench for what seemed a life time seasons changed on and on they grew old wrinkles and grey hair. Years had passed as they sat on the bench not a word was said. Not even thru all the seasons. Summer winter and fall they had seen it all. The husky bearded man had withered away a dusty memory the wind blew his ashes into the distance. Leaving a basket that had decay. Scarlet leaned over and had herself a peek it was a box full of memory’s of her and the man. Love letters and post cards pictures as well. They were young and in love they had so much to say. But time had moved on he had withered away. There life was perfect until that faithful day. When he tragically left her on a warm summer day. She sat on there favorite bench where they had met on a winter day. They fell in love in fall and he asked her to marry on the bench. they had met on that winter day he had a basket in hand with a ring a love letters to show her he cared from the memories they had gathered. He died in the summer he had withered away so she waited and waited on the bench on winter day she waited and waited for his loving spirit to come by she had grown an old woman withered and grey. Her mind hardly worked no recollection at all. Until she saw him husky and bearded carrying a basket full of loving secrets. But years had passed summer winter and fall she had seen it all until that one summer day where she withered away the wind blew her ashes into the distance but her spirit sat on a bench with the love of her life there spirits sat thru all the seasons. Summer winter and fall now they had a chance to see them all.
|30th Jan 2014✧21:18
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Tommorow The Shallow, Today The Weak, Oh and your kisses are death to me.
A tremble in the distance, on a monday morning didnt know what the world was hearing.
dancing amputations in the streets, melancholy beats, desolation hums in the air.
remember how the world used to be. changing warmth in the sky, lost emotions alone dreams for the dreamless.
forever was a long time ago when the world drifted away into the darkness no more light no more whenever moments to spurt.
open minds unborn life, holding on to something that used to be there. now your a tiny speck in the universe and motion that was caught in the craving of lights. the planet closes its eyes and the kisses of the night are paved with tears.
I get angry at the sun.
i get angry at the bugs.
i get angry at the world. for seeing me be me.
i’m blue and black and nothing in between.
No fun said the son,
As you bleed out thru the gums
I dont want a smile, nor a frown
All i want is a bullet so i can sit down and pout
ill sing myself a bed time story and lay the plan out
lonely lover its just murder.
split two bones
Or fade out of memory
disclose your mind
radioactive nightmares for a colorful dispair.
i fell down from the sky, with a halo on my head. The bare whites of my soul leaving my bones, shivering quakes thru my hollow body. like a madman on the run chasing bullets without the guns.
no one knows my name as i climb higher and higher thru the plains of hell seeking sunlight rather than darkness, i’m a mad man on the run, who is far from gone.
Don’t you know that i come around here….and no one knows.
waiting to strike at your weakest moments. i turn your nightmares into faint shadows. and no one knows
Black & white night, pulls me out to the inside. i’am not ready, i’am tongue tied. and blind with strawberry stained blood on my mind. and no one knows.
no one gets to come in. i’am torn apart from the inside. and no one’s going to love you. no ones going to make you smile. and no one will admire you.
i live on melancholy hill, on the outskirts of history, reborn and repainted skin. fade, fade, fade. i’am a stranger in my own body. and no one knows….