Below the Porcelain SkyWhy did you go and leave, And not let me say goodbye? This isn’t you this isn’t right, You caved in without a fight.Below the Porcelain Sky
A great man once said to me,
"Don’t count on suicide Even thought it might be free It’s not the answer you will like."
Were you coughing blood by yourself, When you realized you were someone else? Are you choking now on the porcelain floor? Dragging on you knees for the door.
I wish I saw the way that you
Held your head below the sky,
Or heard the elegy you sang
In your head every night.
A great man on
Sin and BandagesFather Reverend what the hell has she done?Sin and Bandages
Jealous and young on the lips of everyone
Waiting so long for her just to come
Labeled sinner where has she gone?
Father Reverend what the hell has she done?
Jealous and young on the lips of everyone
Waiting so long for her just to come
Labeled sinner where has she gone?
Cover me in sin and bandages
'Cuz I've fallen with tattered skin
I'll make them see she's innocent
With my hands of sin
Murder they cry while the tears run from her eyes
Liars cast blame placing judgment on her name
Of AshesJust breathe and focus, turn your eyes to look at meOf Ashes
Your sorrow, your regret, beauty is never seen
My days are numbered, seething in a reverie
The pain has returned, all made in a tragedy
This cancer inside me rips me down into the soul
It eats inside of me screaming as I lose control
Ashen skies only seen I fall 'cuz I've let go
This cancer part of me everything's not beautiful
The mirror is sideways, and demons wait behind
The candle is burning holding back the light
The scars, reminders of an irrelevant past to me
As hope has flown before drown me u
SeriphimThis is a blank page.Oh, you wretched Writer’s Block! Curse your plague upon my head! The balled-up paper hits the rim, And falls to the carpet, dead.This is a blank page.
Staring at the ballpoint And it’s useless, wasted ink, I will myself to try again; I force myself to think.
Imagination staunted To cease creative flow. Where the thoughts have made their way, I simply do not know.
Emotional constipation
From the verbal diarrhea.
Love of words contracted me a written gonorrhea.
when it's all said and done,who will remember you?
how are you all doing!!??
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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today i fell and felt stronger...
+watch!
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there's a dream that i see i pray it can be . dont kill it it's free
im soo gunna watch you..
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If only pure sweetness was offered, why's this bitter taste left in my mouth? If I could catch my breath just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in to long
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