to the edge of imports: word
of your sentiment follows
come abroad! come aboard!
pest under that Cuban defense
and sanction my proper nations
as if firm of waters bond.
These states between our
civil disregard none your re verb:
but i do not broadcast.
Along lines of exports: my line
offers no body document aside
from no proper body: citizen scream!
quake for crisis: civil war!
To atlantis your pulpit less
said nation rebound.
These states between our
civil disregard none your re verb:
but i do not broadcast yet.
affirm your waters' trust
because these states
only give re verb.
if war crimes, you excite
then no pleasure
perhaps it's waking breath
that's been tested stakes
testing breaks; oiled lines
holding temperaments.
I think it's time: no recluse
you've stolen eyes
for past repeated lives
but lines define you've no proper loose.
tounge to the felines
particle disfunctions align
that promiscuous wing- govern no lose.
used to be alright-
used to proper aligns:
but where am I headed
who's lines do I tangent?
feints for whatever fifty
sent my progress.
but where am I headed
who's lines do I partisan
particular this static: no recommend.
hollow me out no more remains.
walking with mirrors
you've been carried peculiar
as if only surface movement
t'was all i understood.
effortless stems- each tether
begins to wilt
vultures suckle at your security.
but let's remember-
i've been used to knives
quite like stars collecting distance
but you refuse the car
and i am to declare king.
my companions are great morals
in a cult of social greyness
all baggage gets left behind.
and you've been losing velvetine.
accusing doves of adultery's
the same as plucking them dry.
but let's remember-
i've been used to knives
quite like stars collecting distance
but you refuse the car
and i am to declare king.
a night has been burned. by moogleBdead, literature
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a night has been burned.
seize and strike a portrait
because these breaths are all we got
plastered to these flourescent nights
i'll hang my head to passing lights
blessed as tracers; i see your pose
only to litter those ashes; so vacant.
translucent you flutter, and weave
dreams into being.
because this is all that we've got.
brush strokes atop of the world
who is for your bedside tonight?
these fingertips still require your caress;
but this support doesn't brush me back.
a phone call handles no insatiable needs;
the click of the dail leaves me unimpressed.
because this is all that we've got[x3]
these letters don't seal the wax
lighting syllables to
the virtue of selfishness. by moogleBdead, literature
Literature
the virtue of selfishness.
so we're adrift again; vex'd christian
onward these silent waves, we commend
sunrise lowered and lay into tonic
ala carte toward fixed impressions
tectonic stand-off flashed in public
plaqued as a sign- a pretty flesh:
these stars never sought to drive you out
but who're we to describe force?
plastered imagery placed noted bonds
take another swing- make another raid.
but we're set apart; of course
those deaf skies offer no replies
for the compression we're bound to converse:
only synopsis plot our intents pure.
we work on feeding wolves into
altruist consessions: pinched tendens
pleasured at choking for air.
we work at these
fractured mechanic
there is work to begin.
these bugger's only seem to attach-attach
rain down betrayal falls
bait & turn for sympathy
blurring details to distract
but those 42" hips don't lie don't say starved
you said you were more able
i saw no connection
declared "beauty" in crusted fuels
missredandviolet
you claimed yourself judge
jury and ex-communicant
freeloaders only know
misreadandviolent
dressed up in tatters
i can see yours intentions naked.
you bathe in fallacy
yet you call
pixel'd lies! pixel'd lies!
contracept your life and
perhaps you'll pass bail
caught between the lens
and your repents
the troops hav
i asked a moment; we talk
that meant for two converse
and if you recluse-
then mydear, it's fodder
i asked a moment; to speak
and still you're muting.
yet you'll hiss at
words we meant to said.
you'll bless your scent
because we suffocate
don't you suckerpunch
for any sympathy
we've fixed intervals
meant to preserve
your war-acted decent.
i asked a moment to talk
but ties did you adhere?
noused on culture
you got on hind legs;
strung-high on morals.
you'll bless your scent
because we suffocate
don't you suckerpunch
for any sympathy
we've fixed intervals
meant to preserve
your war-acted decent.
giraffing fellow who
rolling points - dribbleglass. by moogleBdead, literature
Literature
rolling points - dribbleglass.
those structures react
as if many years to glass
distorted faces distorting tastebuds
but who can trust
those disfigured hills?
distressed: those empty
souls don't medicate my tempo
you fill my half-empty cup
but those hellions- they like shattered glass
so parched- you censured
my gobi for an oasis
a tundra for a furnace.
I couldn't get my point across
even if i intended to
those sanded lovers have tried breached
consession of my home:song
but i don't record a sale
i think only two understood
diamond'd to a fault-
but i risk their fortitude
you fill my half-empty cup
but those hellions- they like shattered glass
so parc
leeched into proper sight
those only expect confirms to line
gutted gulls line the literature
while i write you off support
and i'll ink-ink-ink your liner notes
w/the purchase you chose not to nurse
and it may run on-
but drowning required no boat.
crowned at the seams[x2]
makes it difficult to roll that tounge
theatrical attachment exits
you left with the stage:
but she's no actress.
makes you proactive to waste my script
and it may run on-
this solitary resource refined
but drowning required no boat
several of your ill-to-find synapse.
crowned at the seams
if it's one thing i attach-
crowned at the seams
it's marrow-c
My whole world...gone away...
"Ripped apart...
I cannot win, I cannot leave...I'm here to stay...
with my whole curse....stained in blood....it won't give in...it won't let go...It cannot leave...
cuz it's gone to show...when you lie....it will go wrong....some one will find out....and you will be gone......."
"someone look to the stars...cuz I shall not...there he comes...our savior...our hero...our destroyer, our purifer...watch it burn....all that was there...everything, reaturning to normal....non-existent....just like my life...I'm just the window, just the book... that you let ur pallete satify itself on...."
Hatred....how i first wrote it by moogleBdead, literature
Literature
Hatred....how i first wrote it
upon what disgrace, losin my pace, i cant keep up with reality,
realized my morality, i dont quite understand, what to do? can't
follow ya plan,i was destroyed on the cue, rights taken back, cant
tell you, betraied by the pact, goin against the winds you blew, i
cant feel anymore, how can i? youve closen the door, cant i die?
the pain i cannot bear, taken the dives, no one left that cares,
but somehow strived, i cannot stand for what you did, feel so
alone, you act like a kid, stained with this cologne, feel like a
puppet, you cut all my strings, you blame me well "FUCK IT!",do
you know what kind of hell this brings? atoned for my si
Lyrics I made:Reality (Waste)
The one that wants me,
The one my life creates,
The only one that I don't see,
You're the one that I will always hate...
The one that spreads the disease,
The one that twists my words,
The one that looks quite disturbed,
You're the one that Death should seize...
But I'm not the one that tried to run,
I'm not the one that's being shunned...
the one that stands against the tide,
the one thats fully dead inside,
the one that ends your sin-ful tale,
my fragile being you assial.
The one that hated the thoughts,
the one choking on what they taught,
the one that won't wait to be caught,
I'm the one wi
Something I wrote last year, but i edited a lil... Post #1
Fallen Angel *i think i'm gonna sart working on this again...*
By David S. Clark
"As tears seem to fall, as one's sorrow turns to hate, as we go throught the journey, our wings become soiled, and innocent beings are brought to their end. As we continue on, without fear, without love, without purpose, we, we continue on, on the journey, the journey that may lead our hate, revenge to "purify", as we become our fallen angel, Lucifer..."
the Wanderer
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As the preacher ruffled his hair, his "protection from sin" slipped from his hand to the ground, leaving a ringing in his ear.
Thoughts -tempory title till better one comes to mind- by David Clark
history consuming us, dont know how to make a change, upon
this crust, "there's no chance", for a sucsess, down here in the
Hole, laying on a half-spilt mattress, wondering what I can do,
staring into the sky, lost in the blue, wonder's how existence will
die, lost his sight, all gone black, lost his might, destroyed by the
enemy attack, lost his will, not up to standard, forever at the
bottom of the hill, A lot has been pondered, body crippled by the
pain, my soul will continue to wander,cant even feel, no one left
to blame, broken from the trio, here i lie in ete
"i dont wanna hear it"
all those times u said i love you,
don't you know know that i was thinkin of us at the alter sayin i do?
all things i gave,
maybe you'd rather be with that fucker at the rave?
cuz u know i dont wanna hear it,
the lame excuse you used before,
you know i dont care a bit,
now leave before i slam the door!
you tried to reach me,
sorry i wasnt there,
nor would i want to be,
unless u didnt notice that i dont care.
all the presents? all the gifts?
why that was all for riffs,
u know what i blame myself,
bout picking you that was one thing that i didnt want to dealt.
whats this about loyalty?
why dont you try
"Reason"
i keep slippin farther,
my love for you is more than be described,
my whole world gettin darker,
for im chokin upon what she percribed.
i wished i wasnt there,
here i lie in this empty shell.
i hoped that i wouldnt care,
but in my mind, you are where i dwell.
i wished for so much,
but never wanted.
reaching out but can't feel ur touch,
my mind will forever , by ur images, be taunted.
it all began with leaving of a couple,
trying tto escare the pain,
but soon they split up and the dispair doubled,
but seems to her it all was a game.
the father of his,
loved him least of his kids.
beaten at the age two,
no wonder he
"The Last Kiss"
Culture sneaking into me,
don't know how it's going to be.
I Don't have a clue where I've been sent,
nor do I know where your heart went...
I can't deny,
your perfect beauty is too much to reply,
I can't believe,
i dont want this to end nor want it recieved,
I can't decieve,
maybe i was loved but now i feel relieved, so dont grieve,
I can't dement,
nor will i ever be known to torment,
i can't repent...
maybe it's just to time to pretend,
maybe i never deserved another friend.
whatever you say,
today's not the day to play,
maybe it's not done,
maybe we have not quite yet won...
maybe it's at the end of th
"Life"
All my life so far has been a dream,
just images on the silver screen,
and im sitting on the edge of my seat.
dont wanna miss a beat.
cant tell what's gonna happen from what i've seen,
Dont hav a clue what it means.
Just goin along with the Tide,
just enjoying the Roller Coaster Ride.
maybe just another thing for me to love,
just like the graceful wings of the little white dove,
maybe just another thing,
maybe just another little fling.
Images that continue its sendin,
messages that are constantly misconprehended,
maybe its that u dont know what's goin on,
but no matter what nothin gonna be totally wrong...
I hope u ne
"Outcast"
Maybe i was just a joke,
maybe all i knew was just hoax,
maybe my thoughts were wrong,
maybe just another song...
foever alone,
it's all i've ever known,
never to hold a conversation over the telephone...
never to feel the glow,
but i guess that's how it'll go...
forever held within the shade,
of the children, i was made to be afraid,
of they're screams and they're shrills,
given pain to subitute the thrill...
advertise that love
to censor your peers
cotorizing wounds
to bow for applause
but lacking insecurity
we'll promote:
my dears;
here's to the murder of uncertainty.
but wait!
new evidence proclaims
those lovers envy your power
and any work
between is defined divine;
worked with a spade
burrowed in your sun
to holocaust that life.
tab'ing the theft of
someone else's work:
whom decides when to give out?
with such valence
we coordinate with
convenience.
my lovers;
here's to the death of dependency.
fissured rejects
left to project a suicide note
propelled through the window
on the wings of everyone's tounge.
burnt with
haha; here's a big love-you to life.
i'm working again;
even though i'm still in this goddamn school.
i feel so much better now though.
i guess that's the lovely-effect of changing things.
i'm balancing my indulgences with my obligations.
i can't wait to move on with my life:]
it's going tobe something wonderful.
never living up to my aspirations;
and knowing that whatever
i achieve will be shit.
thank you dave.
you're going to have me prosper
to nothing while i blot you out.
the last thing to change will be my name.
of course kids; i'm still writing occasionally.
i see less reason for it in large amounts anymore;
i've bec
that rainbow connection.
those lovers; these dreamers
and me.
terrace students are fhucking dumb.
if i disagree with organized religion
that doesn't mean i disagree with belief.