Submissions by ChronicleSinner
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For Controversy is the best form of art....
JAILBREAK (FT ADAMANT)
(VERSE’S BY CHRONICLE SINNER)
I can still taste you, like fire on my tongue,
like a cigarette burning through my lungs.
I’ve tried every whiskey just to get through,
but all I can think about is that video of you.
In that position, yes I can’t help but fantasise,
Forget about all the anger and your lies.
Still here I am, and thankful for this.
Because being single is simply bliss.
A touch of your anger, I sometimes miss.
Only when the boys forget to bite when they kiss.
For your love was just once upon a time,
Now single...
I can still taste you, like fire on my tongue,
like a cigarette burning through my lungs.
I’ve tried every whiskey just to get through,
but all I can think about is that video of you.
In that position, yes I can’t help but fantasise,
Forget about all the anger and your lies.
Still here I am, and thankful for this.
Because being single is simply bliss.
A touch of your anger, I sometimes miss.
Only when the boys forget to bite when they kiss.
For your love was just once upon a time,
Now single...
#love
#breakup
#conflict #SelfReflection
#conflict #SelfReflection
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LOVE STORY
You are the ghost that lives in my brain,
You are invisible but you drive me insane.
And I love you, yes baby I love you.
We go together like art and extra hold glue,
You’re the blood I taste after I chew.
You are the cross to my prayer,
The one that sells me into a dare!
The truth that is the voice on the tip of my tongue,
The bullet that fires from my loaded gun.
And I love you, even when we part ways,
Your that firm hold within my glitter hair spray.
The volume on my fear, yes that’s you too,
The voice that’s got me walking...
You are invisible but you drive me insane.
And I love you, yes baby I love you.
We go together like art and extra hold glue,
You’re the blood I taste after I chew.
You are the cross to my prayer,
The one that sells me into a dare!
The truth that is the voice on the tip of my tongue,
The bullet that fires from my loaded gun.
And I love you, even when we part ways,
Your that firm hold within my glitter hair spray.
The volume on my fear, yes that’s you too,
The voice that’s got me walking...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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