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Way Gone: part oneI need phone books to pray on,Way Gone: part one
I sleep in lingerie made of rayon,
With a mannequin that’s right there to lay on –
I eat candle wax and defecate crayons to make songs
That mangle the right words I say wrong...
I’m way gone.
Torturing myself in as many ways possible,
Lost with responsible, I’m constantly creating obstacles, Washing off the horrible scent of my mistakes,
But only masking it with regret and I still can’t shake...
My own mind from keeping up with the times,
And I find, there’s no help, not even hiding behind my rhymes, &
by ~GeldTheNudist
Robot Dustyeah - forget about me, forget about your humanity, embrace past depravities, ignore your future and fuck gravity. disparage me and carry me to the dumping ground, surround my life with death and these... fucking sounds - emanating from your keyboard to leave me sore, but it's all part of your plan to make me think i need more - than you could provide, but i'm not that stupid, please, if you didn't want me, we wouldn't argue, you'd just leave. i'm beneath this relationship, but i'm over the bullshit, sometimes i can't believe you were the girl i contemplated having a divorce with, &nRobot Dust
by ~GeldTheNudist
Black Ink ConcertoSit back, relax and then drink, Save the day... like your name was Batfink, I shrink when responsibility comes my way, Simply because I'm a loud mouth douche, and I'm quite possibly gay. I can't watch what I say, because it's an impossibility, But it is high on the list I made of wanted activity - I'm killing me! Before and after you entered my life, Before I mentioned, "Wife... I really wish that you could lie - To me," I don't get high; depression has it's merits, 'Bitches' write poems, so I must be the biggest, most scary - Whore you've ever seen, I met amorph in dreams - AnBlack Ink Concerto
by ~GeldTheNudist
Write ThereReadily you’ll remember me be steadily climbing Because: there’s always fine dining on a giant’s hymen! I’m minding my business, as it piques my interest, Keeping my fleshy fixtures itching with these stitches – Shifting the stiffening inches in between the moundses, I’m here, but the only one that it could possibly confound is – My sanity – being drawn back down to gravity, As it batters me with a sack of the aforementioned hilarity. Paddle me across the ocean so I can meet with liars, Converse with fake girls at the beach bordering forest fires. &nWrite There
by ~GeldTheNudist
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The Pride of LionsShy lamplight in a morning Rolled in fog and the sounds of waves from The road along the cliffside She could hear her breath steady, thrum and throttle Jogging up and down her larynx and rattling Like an angry snakeThe Pride of Lions
I've never seen someone run
Away from nighttime, away from The noises that skitter and skid across her ceiling to Trickle down to her ears
She tells me in confidence, eyes wide and solid like The heads of African drums, that "The Murder of Crows and Mischief of Mice Battle for space in this house of mine But it never fails, the
by ~gutterbreed
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geldie
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