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The Obscene Philosophy of Not Giving a Fuck .Steal a kiss, plant a seed
deep into asphalt.
My skin is soft, my heart a rock,
its beat even and bold.

It was once cracked and crushed to sand
falling from his hand.
But it found light and will and spite
in rock it learned to mend.

Black veils fell, true colors showed,
we're nothing but obscene.
I was a fool, there is no love
to feel at age of teen.

So steal a kiss, take something else,
I've lost it all before
he lied through teeth when he held me-
the woman he adored.

I love myself and only me,
won't share it with a boy.
I'm better off with friendly flings,
a lover - merely toy.
ice queenShe takes you by the hips
because she's too hungry
to appreciate the warmth
of your hands.

She transforms you with her fingers,
bending every edge till you're just her
ball, made of glass,
that she shakes once in a while.

She always preferred ice over sunshine.

And I can't stand the sight of her,
she chills me to the bone.
Because she has my whole world
in the palm of her hand

and I fear she might break it.
alcohol fumes and broken hearts .Kids stumbling through the crowd,
their veins filled with so much wine
it's almost
evaporating through their skin.

Sharing sloppy kisses,
searching for meaning in the embraces of strangers.
I light myself another cigarette -
the only thing I'm kissing tonight.

I've tried it all a million times
and I know that
no amount of drunken kisses
could ever

replace yours.
0.01%commitment is a dirty word
that they carved into our minds
to make us feel like we're
not good enough.

here's a bar of soap to make you
clean that dirty, dirty mouth.
better yet, have another
for your brain.

let the bubbles overflow your bloodstream,
give you a certain high so you're detached.
wash his name out of your thoughts,
repeat, repeat, repeat.

Careful now, don't want you spilling blood
for someone who has only ever taught you
that finding happiness in someone else
is the most suicidal thing you could ever do.

[ but they say that no matter how much you clean,
0.01% of bacteria always remain.
you've given me a cold an
They All Have Your Eyes.Darling, I'm lost and
you're lost so
why don't we get lost in
each other's arms tonight?

I swear the ceiling of
your bedroom is spinning
and I'm pretty sure I heard
you misspell my name.

Let me feed on your imperfections.

You have his eyes.
Never looking, never seeing,
only there to point out my
insignificance.

Tell me,
when did your hair start
tickling
my inner thighs?
This is not about you .These words are not about you.
The curves of these letters are here to imitate the shape of your spine when I have you pressed against the wall. They mock the shape of my breasts against your burning palms, the sharp prickle of your jaw resting at the base of my neck as you moan the name you could have sworn you've forgotten but it always just wiggles its way free from between your teeth.
Don't misunderstand, these words are not about you.
This is purely and solely about me and my battle between giving up and giving in. Either way, the winner turns out to be you.

I was counting crooked stars and telling you that snow feels hot to my touch
Disastrous intent .He's watching her hips sway to the rhythm of the war drums.
Dis-dis-disaster, dis-dis-disaster is coming.
And it's wearing silky panties that have
daddy issues written all over them.
past path - present painheartache tastes like a storm in summer.
it comes suddenly, soaking you to the bone to wash the same old yesterdays out of your bloodstream and leaves you feeling cold for longer than you can handle without making you sick.

time has played with my memories.
life twisted and turned until you faded out of it, like a moon that once ruled the sky hid behind the clouds. yet sometimes it gets curious and peeks from behind them, blinding me instantly.

a dull ache weighs down my chest.
it makes it hard to breathe when I realize that once the girl holding your hand was me. I was the one whose eyes you adored, whose lyrics you tried to decode,
Master of knots .When you came around
I pinned my heart to my sleeve
but it hurt and could not beat at all.

So I tied it with a rope,
but nobody ever told me
you were good with knots.
Dead End FairytalesYes, you're the apple of my eye,
My angel in the sky,
So just cut my scars wide open,
and
Drink.
Me.
Dry.
I play with Words like you play with Hearts .you are a brittle little thing but
your bite makes me restl-ess--
ays could be written about your
eyes, shimmering in the star-light--
headed is what you make me--
ddling into my heartst[r]ings until I am
in need of med-icine--
ss melting away at your heated t-ouch!

and yes, I want you inside me
and all around me
and never leaving my si[ght]de--
votion and affection surging th--
rough our beings playing, moving as
o[verlapping]
n[estled]
e[ntity].

you're a slippery ro-ad--
diction hard to sha--
ke-en-edged and dange-rous--
ing my heart to bea-ting--
ling in my skin--
ned knees when f
      
Take my handI reach out my hand
You can take it if you want
I will stand here
I won't walk away
or turn you my back
I will be there if you need me, honey
All you have to do is take my hand
let me lead
and I will take you out of the storm
I won't let go
I will bring you to safety
I will prove you wrong
I will show you how to trust again
'Cause honey you can trust me
And I will show you how it feels to be loved and to love again
'Cause honey I will always be there
I won't turn my back on you
Now take my hand and let me lead you far far away from this madness...
ConfessionsI'm only human, I'm only me
There's another side that you don't see
I've starved, I've carved into my skin,
Hoping to defeat the monster within
It eats me up, inside and out
Clouds my mind, fills it with doubt
I'm trying so hard to stay strong,
You say I'm worth it, but I think you're wrong
You're trying to help me, but I push you away
'Cause I know it won't let me believe what you say
There's more to the story than what you know
There's more to me than what I show
I'm trying so hard to hold on and fight
So keep me near and hold me tight
Tear Me AwayTear me away—
I beg you, please.
Understand that this scattered heart
has known only lies and lies alone.
Will you find it in your beating self
the strength to let me forever go?
Once I led the warmth of your tender hand;
fade deep into the blue hues of such water.
The simple love that we knew is gone,
full now of those endless, ebony lies.
The promise was never truly fulfilled,
the moment we crossed that border,
we lost what held ourselves as one.
a surrendered shorelet me dismember your shores
please
let me slowly 
gently
leave you
unable to
reach the sea
you
always buoyant
would never miss 
sand in your shoes
me
the path to your
precious waves
you'd never go wanting
for a touch of water
if you let me render
you helpless
on land
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I never believed you,
I only wanted to.

.....

Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
heart
didn't leave you
dead.

....

Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
kept screaming
what I was trying to forget.

...

Oh, why did I give it up to you?

..

I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.

I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
self-destruction.

.

Your kiss never tasted as
intoxicatingly bitter
as the last time
I made love to you...
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?

Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less, either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.

Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of to
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.

Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.

She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.

But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.

You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left  right
Much less right
From wrong.

When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g  at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.

Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing  a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow ech
Kit Kat Make Up Trash.your lungs fill with oxygen as you try to exhale
through clenched teeth and palms pressed over your chapped lips.
you're trying to get a hold on this confusing spasm
that makes you feel sick to the bone and high as the stars
but your wings are drenched in vomit and it seems you
can't have one without the other.

hold on to your bones for dear life and count your ribs every day
just in case one of them decided to slip out of reach.
press your heart through the glass and feel the shards sinking
into the soft flesh as it cracks beneath pressure.
scream at your broken reflection and spit out insecurities
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CAUTION: Overdose .

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Never have I tasted lips
that could demolish me quite like yours.
Don't touch my skin like that,
you'll make me want to slip
into your veins.

WARNING: I'm more addictive than heroine.

Side effects may include sweat-soaked sheets,
loss of sight and bruises
[on your neck, collarbone and
every-fucking-where you'd like them, baby.]

Too bad you never were one to read labels.

I'll leave you so breathless, you'll find
your own fingers digging at your throat.
Sorry to disappoint   -
oxygen will never satisfy you after
you get a taste of my breath
      [between your hips.]
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~Let me take you for a ride with the devil in the details
We'll kiss and tremble with delight.
Everything is fine with the devil in the details,
We're gonna dance with him tonight...
- Devil in the details (Placebo)

Thank you for reading, please tell me what you think! :D
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Mood: Joy ~cskadoz Oct 30, 2012   General Artist
way intoxicating . . . dumping lucy for you!
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Mood: Flirty ~sasunaru16 Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hahaha thanks ;) :kiss:
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Mood: Love *SpiritDuchess Apr 9, 2012
This. Is. A perpective most true For, in watching god from afar, I fall and am consumed as I partake, fully, in the experience.
Such joy,
Such heat, such touch.

To be one with all the detail is to touch god.


[I now know what it is to touch hearts. I am in love]

thank you for the heat. thank you.
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Mood: Love ~sasunaru16 Apr 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
wow. this comment is amazing! :D thank you , I am so happy that my poem touched you so :D
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Mood: Love *SpiritDuchess Apr 10, 2012
I am glad also.
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~Okaysional Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, I love it, love love love it!! I can't say why... it just.... goes!!!
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Mood: Love ~sasunaru16 Mar 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you thank you thank you! :D
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!nottherightword Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
love the originality of this...bravo
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Mood: Love ~sasunaru16 Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! :D
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~passionriter Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I really love this. I like the humor you add to it, and I love the mood of the those thing. It's not too dirty, but enough that you get the point. Great-no, amazing job! :iconbravoplz:
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