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Miss are you sure?
Positive you’d like to do this?
Go through with this procedure?
Do what you have to,
take a finger,
take a toe,
take a limb,
take my nose.
Please, please, please.
Rid me of my soul.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 12.24.2012 @ 11:29 pm
When you get down to it,
when you dig the deepest,
into the pit of the actual abyss,
You’ll see lies,
various pieces of hearts,
shreds of humanity clinging to the hollow branches of bare limbs.
You’ll see soulless bodies, eyes glassy and skin rotten
numb to this poison radioactive air.
You get down to the pit, the actual abyss,
you’ll see where you left me.
You’ll see the little white lies, stuck in my paper calloused skin like push pins.
You’ll see the plastic encasing of large lies stuck in the back of my rotten mouth,
expect a pain stricken, desperate face.
Find a solemn, content one, knowing I had died there
in this pit, the actual abyss,
rather than with you, clouded with lies, want and the need that I can’t fulfill for you.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 12.23.2012 @ 10:07 pm
We’re scattered. In the beginning of December, it was 70 degrees and I thought of you. Dear, I hurt, I hurt. I hurt so much for you. Dear, you say, you tell me, you hurt you hurt. You hurt so much for her. You can’t have her, oh, you hurt. I can’t have you, oh, I hurt. We’re scattered on this earth, pieces disheveled, sharpened and broken and scattered on this earth. I tried to pick up the pieces dear, she did and I did. She tried, I tried. We both gave up, but you stuck with her.
We’re scattered babe, piece by piece on this earth, she can’t fix me, what makes you think she would be able to fix you?
» Posted By deliriumatic On 12.22.2012 @ 1:28 am
We changed like the seasons. You’re the deepest, hardest winter with the hushed leaves and the bare limbs. I’m the fall, the spring, the summer, your winter, your scorn, your guilt, your passion. You were mine, I was your season, you were mine. Seasons change, people change, we changed with them. Don’t weep.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 12.21.2012 @ 1:43 am
They say it’s a miracle that they met
Say it’s a miracle that they have what they have
Say their blessed
But others say blessings don’t come to their type
But who’s to say that they don’t?
I, for one, believe their blessed.
I just wish you would do, Dad,
And not just see them by the way they’re dressed.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 09.04.2012 @ 5:59 pm
His body is covered in ink.
Not mistakes, like they think.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 09.02.2012 @ 2:43 pm
The texture of his hair is the first thing that comes to his mind when he wakes up.
It’s in his face
In his nose.
It tickles, but he thinks he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He loves the chocolate curls, soft, and they smell just like /Harry/.
He loves Harry.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 09.01.2012 @ 1:43 pm
Carbon copies of himself, he thinks
Carbon escapes from his maw with a wince.
He limps to the garage and dies via carbon monoxide poisoning.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 08.26.2012 @ 11:46 am
With a chain around his thin neck,
It’s not the same
Not as it used to be
Not with the man in his life
Not with the mates in his life
Not with the laughs
He twirls the chain and gives a faint smile and the heart monitor beeps.
He’s had the ride of a lifetime,
The mysterious one would say
As Harry slowly fades away.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 08.25.2012 @ 2:02 pm
Side to side
Feel the rhythym
Steadying of the heartbeat
Feel the warmth
Feel the poison
Slides down the throat with a scald.
» Posted By deliriumatic On 08.23.2012 @ 8:21 pm
Half and half of a heart
One carried by one
One carried by one
Once they meet
It becomes whole
» Posted By deliriumatic On 08.22.2012 @ 8:29 pm
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Keen is what she is not
Although she tries the hardest
It is just not her
Through blue eyes and trampled hearts
She untangles the knots in her hair
she is not keen
She is not who she wants to be
She is her
Her is she
» Posted By deliriumatic On 06.18.2012 @ 3:44 pm