

TribulationSeclusion starts when the unthinkable breaches the mold, kneel before your martyr, and do as your told. Dwindle between the thoughts of your body and soul, related through grip, bled through cracks of your hand fold. Set free chapels concealing angels of false ideals and catastrophes, with you as my pawn, I mount you amongst pictures of my trophies. To who it be told, through all spoken coarse words and actions, my mind plays games with your outspoken names, religions, and factions. Mannequins play a simple role as my strings disengage, trapped and lost, I see as you wander about in your lTribulation


Pondering Upon DeathPondering... Pondering...Pondering Upon Death
Sat down upon speechless bark, hands laid out, spread to perfection, slanted, reflected, grin handled knife, carving conceptions of the false.
No direction to form a circle, as how I see it, lines, shapes, mishapen to the naked eye, blindly I scribe my thoughts, like a newborn, upon this desolate table.
Splintering shavings corrupt my beautiful deformities, scraped boundaries are lost between the finger tips of my corruption, the only thought that stands still is the blisters you have given me.
Masterpieces flicker in my bra


LuminescentA star up in the sky, cannot hold the strand of light reflect, fluorishing bloom, orchid layered love.Luminescent
Upon your galaxy of vision, behold depthes furthest the oceanic, tides beat to the shores of your heart.
Many lengths along you I travel, behind the peach rubble gates, behold red seas , with currents to pull me closer.
My love, grace me with your presence, grow on me, as if you were vines of lust, and I was your manaquin of dismay.
Beloved one, present me upon your stage called life, bewilderment of the audience, no surprise. In m


Death Walks"You whore!" His tone was tainted with an unrivaled anger, as he snatched her by the wrist.Death Walks
"I didn't… please…" she pleaded with him, but he didn't let go.
"Shtupid woman, I'll set you shrtaight…" His words were drunkenly slurred.
I cowered on the floor, my hands running over the cold kitchen tile. Watching him carefully, I wiped the trickling blood from my bust lip. I glanced to his raw knuckles and scraped my nails on the floor angrily.
He swung his free hand and knocked my mother to the floor. She fell onto the island sending a cutting board and rack of knives crashing to the floor. My m

In strange ways they bring solace to my sorrow.
Thanks!
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"We are what we repeatedly do, excellence, then, is not an act but a habit."
-Aristotle
lots of
Alex aka xenilk
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You know, Mrs. Buchman, you need a license to buy a dog, to drive a car - hell, you even need a license to catch a fish. But they'll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father.
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what i was and what i am will always be different then what i will become.
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They say you dont know a good thing till it's gone, but I've got to say they're wrong. I knew you were a good friend, a good friend all along.
Ryan C. McReady
"My love is much like a coin. It goes through MANY meanless exchanges"
:tackle: miss you.
hope you enjoy it while it last ! dont be too silly!
hyperpup~
get on more often bro!!
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