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To bury the box
in Pandora's hell
they never found her
It was just as well
Her heaven was jaded
Her fate was in flames
Her heart in pieces
unlocked, unnamed

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Under Heaven
The blood did flow
It's seepage lovelorn
in Hell below
The dam of justice
broke long ago
hemhorraged souls
bled just as so

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AspergerPoet56 said:Scattered pieces
Of a fragile glass heart
Tiny red shards
That now cut
Dripping out betrayal
A liarís poison
Killed love
Locked up heaven



I love this one

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In the face of madness flies
everything you thought were lies
But they would not be so untrue
if you let them lie to you
Then like you they'll be mad too

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sepicla_ikn
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Iím a patient man
and sometimes will try to understand
I say sometimes
because I havenít the impulse to respond to everything
and find meaning in it
She heard I was a fan of Eminem
and said I sound so angry all the time when reading my work
I said Iím more in hysterics than you would not think
so try and change your perspective
because if thats how youíre feeling I donít want to be anywhere near you

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sepicla_ikn
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Absolute pettiness

Myself and a certain someone wasnít at all right for each other
Iím a truth seeker
and it hurts her to now know
sheís lied about the most obvious bullshit imaginable
Donít bother at all watching fake Moon landing documentaries
or doing research
Neil Armstrong went to the Moon
itís on the internet so itís true!
Iíve tried to explain the world weíre living in
while sheís sheltered
thinking everything is safe
Them soap operas are more important
than an asteroid hitting the planet
so my conversation is pointless
about anything, especially on why
we canít send anyone to the Sun
so Iím roofless
whilst she responds
ďCan happen, if we send people up at night...stupid!Ē

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Crying and laughing at the same time
Ask me whatís wrong
and Iíd say
thereís boobs everywhere
and I just want to shake and bury my face in them
Britain is Cryptville Asylum
and other mental patients have wondered
when Iíll make up another calendar
like one has two ripped months
One, a picture of Mary Poppins smirking
and holding two knives for July
and the other is The Titanic
firework spelling out ďITS NOT OVER!Ē for October
Sure theyíve seen me contradict myself towards Eminem in material
far from a fictional Matthew
but Iíd also not want to be a moron like his brother
driving his family off a bridge
just because a sociopath didnít respond
Donít see myself with an insidious vibe
but if not being petty
and killing my family
Now you see why I waste away
Thatís a reference to the second film
so if they havenít seen it
getting that line, it will take them all day
But Iím stronger than Iíve ever been
because Iím not under her control
and karma will sure get her for what sheís done to me
Iíll put everything on that
Now in the corridor Iím hearing Eminemís ďAssholeĒ song
so itís bullet-riddled without security
wish the prick in the doorway would move
I have shit to do
and donít care
whether Hellen Keller turned up
and slapped him wearing a ninja suit

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Listen to the
worn out song
life gets played
we sing along
most go about it
all wrong
write your own
you can't go wrong

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CArpeNoctem_
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sex and fear ...
Never knowing what's coming, while you're immersed in a sea of desire.
Drowned deep in her dark soul, she will dominate,
while she knows,
that your sea will take her on a journey through dark terrifying desire,
based on your sexuality and her fear.

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I tried to show them
What I know
But they did not hear
my silent screams
and so I took a pen and
wrote and wrote...
(a meek voice
became a scream)

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sepicla_ikn
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Evidence stacked; found not guilty


When itís all finished
in essence, it will have only been a rough draft of an introduction
and a bad one at that
But Iím on the second chapter of Hartenfelt Dreams
so it goes Distorted Images and then Aftershock
Another four months
and it would have been a year since I returned from Blackburn
No point wasting money for signing-up at the gym
just go over there as theyíve got some steep hills
If only they could see the company Iíve had to mix with
and itís that can pick your friends but not your family
I am not stupid so I donít know what theyíre all thinking
I get it, I understand bro
You think I canít see past the screen of smoke when you say
youíre busy yet nothing is done around the home when people visit
You was asked once whether you told the dog off for chewing what it did
and you said yeah
I was sat in the same room and not once did you get up and move
Your face was glued to your phone
Now take note, youíre a liar and everything is not an illusion
Iíve got a bi-zom-e high on weed
yelling from the painting
ďBring a loser in! Him running and attacking a ZOMBIE?
Can tell thereís no brain working inside his head as he wouldnít move an inch
because heís like Frank with an axe in his hand
Return of the Living Dead ďStupid Asshole!Ē
My mum would probably say that dvd should be put in my coffin
because of watching it too many times on Netflix
We can sit anywhere and talk about your favourite films and all the criminals characteristics
like Jack Dawson never had drew Rose at all
it was himself in Africa
willing to shed blood for a diamond
Chloe isnít an artist, but to to write 50 words of her not being in my nerves
she would still turn up late for her own book-signing
Like myself who Iím trying to reinvent
Admitted to my mistakes, yelled Ďem with hands up
and then writing it on paper, signed
Throat does hurt so excuse the lack of sound behind this spoken word
still good that you can hear me not in your skull itís just yourself
Look back on the cameraís
and even theyíd ask who else was there
what you are talking about
Not that much has it slowed me down
Itís said white boys work fastest
so if I quit the cannabis, youíd have a taste more to want to smoke my ashes
Think Iíve done well considering
Being the only one of her kids that is on drugs
yet hasnít had social services involved with his kid
All of my screws havenít been loose
Could have been carving a cricket into my wooden puppet
instead of standing here
and watching Christmas Carol pick at his nose
while Ronnie Gay was tucking-in to his bag of crisp
fiddling with his ghost rider toy
I wonít lie to him and they arenít having Rickyís lyrics picked apart
Terryís film making is paying two piss-heads to fight with sticks
by the swings, hashtag it on YouTube
that itís Voldemort and Dumbledore battling it out in the park
Hoping for the weather to bring the lightning in
Claiming Iím always sat in a green-screen about my life
thatís like saying police will arrive
and arrest me whilst eating a bacon sandwich

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sepicla_ikn
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Cursed Pages.

I always knew it; as soon as I picked up Anne Franks diary, I knew she was subliminally writing to me, when I saw entries had started like ďDear KittyĒ. I prefer meeting people and having a conversation, because over text, itís very difficult to detect sarcasm.
Surely in this whole time since I left The Northampton Academy someone else must have given me inspiration by now?
Iím still waiting for Anna to sign a contract. I need that book deal, and Iíve waited forever, for that collaboration of our prison letters; trapped inside cineworld, and my address is;
ďSixfields Leisure
Weedon Road
Northampton
NN5 5QJĒ.
So Norman Stanley Fletcher as Iíve said, had his brown oxo tin and changed his identity to Arkwright, Granville is breathing on them and polishing apples, and Del Boy is breathing on them and polishing oranges.
Since Monday I havenít really been concentrating, but still managed to have wrote you a page while my head has been all over the place. Like her being asked, so Samantha, spell respect and she says tomorrow
Wondering what to do when a withheld number calls? Iíll blow and just sing over them when theyíre talking and being abusive, so it starts off as ďWhatís the story in Balamory, wouldnít you like to know?Ē

The Green Mile is a touching film,but thereís no point in Ryan following Michael Clarke Duncan around with a dead bearded-dragon.
I do love my brother but I donít always like him. ďWhy is he going to bed so early? Itís only half-seven in the evening.Ē Can I say heís ďalways complainingĒ when heís normally sitting around people, looking like a gormless zombie and not interacting with anyone? So why would I want to stay up and entertain others, when I had a real bad migraine and just wanted to lay down in darkness? Have compassion towards his mental disorder, itís just no one is bothering because deep down, heís lying about obvious stuff and everyone believes that heís doing it on purpose; too many coincidences. Even with a paper trail he would claim heís not guilty. I can admit my mistakes, keep moving forward and donít harbour grudges, that between us is the difference.

The Robin Williams version of the Jumanji film; about 21 years on from its release, I finally got one scene from it and that was why the little boy changed like he did, other words, he was a ďcheeky monkeyĒ for trying to cheat. Should have hit me sooner, guess I was too concerned about a smart line not coming up to me at the moment.

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AspergerPoet56
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All that we let in
Are rites of passage
Blood and fire
Underline our differences
The pendulum swings unfairly

Little revolutions
Played scenarios in the mind
Focused logic has lit the way
Trailblazing technology
Taken for granted

Each label is an invisible cage
There for comfort
But the genie is out the bottle
Every genius in history
Had some kind of autism

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No walls
They crumbled to dust
In your wake

I fought the flame
That drew me in
Only to be finally burned

Now unbound in lungs of love
These wings are wrapped around you
There is no need to fly

The fire covers me
Consuming a different way  
Giving new freedom


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