Bitterness is almost beautiful, like an iridescent poisonous bug - shiny black shot through with a deep, reddy purple ...


Even Angels CryYou placed me so high upon your pedestal, I forgot how to breathe thin air making me light-headed; I, who lived among the clouds, who used to fly.Even Angels Cry
Angel, you called me, radiant and perfect. And angel I was, until I saw your face, and knew I had mistaken Heaven
for the paradise in your embrace.
So I walked away from eternity, to spend short days with you and gave up my wings to fly in your arms.
But it was an angel you wanted,
and wingless, I lost your love. I had sacrificed all for you, only to find that you


this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
2.
I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
&nb
Garbage -5-
Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
*pokes the Koshinator*
*wanders off to work*
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"Life's a learning curve." - Ishikawa from Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence
You've been tickled.
Good day.
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i am jealous of every woman that has ever hugged you, because for just one moment, she held my entire world ...
How are you?
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i am jealous of every woman that has ever hugged you, because for just one moment, she held my entire world ...
Thanks so much for the
Will try and find a Xaus pic for you
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A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous : Ingrid Bergman
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The mind is a powerful tool, but the heart easily leads it astray....
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