some people are gay...
some people are fucked up...
a certain person is all of the above dammit


my world viewfrom too many windows have my eyes caressed the skyline …for the last timemy world view
beauty never came till it left, and lingering behind is a trail of tears mingled with wet smothered kisses and
final words whispered desperately out of despair; for separations were always around the nihilistic corner, waiting to step in and build the fatalistic cliffs we are so close to stepping off today so close to falling off tomorrow in my dreams, those cliffs are mere bumps on a dusty road to paradise …but I am awake barely. an overdose of individualistic affections


the officer's speechwrap a sigh with sugar toss it to a friend whisper: pass it on a clandestine operation a mission for all total annihilation extraction of precious breath why? for future use- we're all dying anyways let the kids live leeches and parasites thriving only on bottled oxygen... listen comrades, sigh, cough, whatever you must but with every breath released, make sure a kilogram of life is emitted! many have begunthe officer's speech
and many more will join this universal movement you see, it all began when the dinosaurs roamed the earth:


and livelaugh, ecstasy, innocent childand live
dance the day
smile, sunshine, lukewarm mild
breathe the beauty
scream, emotion, intensely wild
unleash the unspoken
eat the wo


questionsWhy does the night sky make me feel so small? Why do the strongest always fall? Why must pain walk with love, and disappointment with Your call?questions
How have the brilliant missed the signs? How did the blind ever find clear lines? How can the drowning save themselves, when You Yourself bring forth high tides?
What were the last words of the dying loved one? What ran through the head of the lying loved one? What caused the tears of the crying loved one? &nb


The ClockWalk, Swagger down the pleasures of life, Living each day as if the apocalypse is a second away, And so you think that we should push life's limits right now, Better die before the boogeyman catches up to you. Better think that this is everything that life is, Its the minute hand moving from 1 to 2, Its coming home 3 in the morning to find your 4 brothers and sisters, murdered. So walk, Down the street wandering to find your way home, Because you were too drunk to drive, 5 steps later here comes the semi-truck. Looks like his daughter wont beThe Clock


Talk it upPlaster the story across the page, With its dragons and damsels And over-sized fish.Talk it up
Paste the narrative over billboards, With its heroes and villains And black-and-white lies.
Shine the tale onto 6-storey screens, With its music and guns And colour filled lives.
Engrave the epitaph into the stone, With its endless obscurity And "below here he lies".


fourth side of a triangleSearching, we're all searching for something that's not there, tell me someday if you detect the fourth side of the triangle. stuck in the logic and the lack of it in itself, a t-shirt for your troubles? make up your mind i think he's pretty ugly so advanced compared to youfourth side of a triangle
poison mana falls from the sky
straight jacket slow dancing sensual rubbing on padded walls feel the kiss of the calm-down needle, flying through the window
all i wanted was a look, play guitar for the asphyxiating audience sitting in your 2-month-locked-up
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Let me tell you a secret... The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be more lovely than you are now. We will never be here again.
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~livingpoetsociety
~DarkPoetSociety
fun stuff...i'm excited to start reading or looking at some of your stuff.
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~livingpoetsociety
~DarkPoetSociety
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