Submissions by Relentlesssmile628
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
That Night
As the search continues, no one knows what they will find.
This is part of the thrill I suppose.
Silver and gold taunt them,
In that night that comes alive, when the Crown Royal sets fire to their throats.
This is part of the thrill I suppose.
Silver and gold taunt them,
In that night that comes alive, when the Crown Royal sets fire to their throats.
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Ignorant Truth
No one likes to think of themselves as crushable as beetles,
As they try to figure out how they work.
Past experience, tries to help with the present.
But the seconds turn to hours, and the hours turn to years.
And no one honestly cares.
As they try to figure out how they work.
Past experience, tries to help with the present.
But the seconds turn to hours, and the hours turn to years.
And no one honestly cares.
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Versions of the truth dance with lies,
The disturbed peace mixes in with the melody.
So locked in oblivion, this poison starts to spread.
Until everything lacks motion.
The disturbed peace mixes in with the melody.
So locked in oblivion, this poison starts to spread.
Until everything lacks motion.
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Labyrinth
Hysteria, it grips the mind as she tries to remember what was lost.
But the answer to the question is locked deep inside of her absent, mental vault.
Might as well have had her head bashed in with a skillet,
If she still believes her mind will be helpful.
But the answer to the question is locked deep inside of her absent, mental vault.
Might as well have had her head bashed in with a skillet,
If she still believes her mind will be helpful.
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In the Crowd
Wine flows from the tongue like a river.
Rehab asked of, yet out of the question.
Not caring she qualifies as a nominee of lost potential.
As long as the predictable leopard-print dress clings to her,
As long as the party doesn't stop,
As long as she's laughing...
It's all good.
Rehab asked of, yet out of the question.
Not caring she qualifies as a nominee of lost potential.
As long as the predictable leopard-print dress clings to her,
As long as the party doesn't stop,
As long as she's laughing...
It's all good.
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Collections of the Reaper
Tires still spin, the romance of death that lingers in the air.
"Goodnight" the ravens whisper, as the lives ascend from the Earth.
Taking them away, making damn sure he got them all.
Still somehow missing the single soul that now suffers alone.
"Goodnight" the ravens whisper, as the lives ascend from the Earth.
Taking them away, making damn sure he got them all.
Still somehow missing the single soul that now suffers alone.
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Thinking About Ma
11/2/12
Cold. It's how my blood runs now.
I took the cross my mother gave me and locked it away.
She would never want to believe the feats I've committed.
Yet again the whiskey cradles me, in the way she never could.
Cold. It's how my blood runs now.
I took the cross my mother gave me and locked it away.
She would never want to believe the feats I've committed.
Yet again the whiskey cradles me, in the way she never could.
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Encounting
11/2/12
The matchbox trembled in terrified hands.
You can only go so far before you can't come back.
But on and on they went anyway.
It's their own fault when they fade away.
The matchbox trembled in terrified hands.
You can only go so far before you can't come back.
But on and on they went anyway.
It's their own fault when they fade away.
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Collapse
All of you, all of me.
I wonder if we'll fall like leaves from the trees in autumn.
Wonder when I'll declare an S.O.S.
When you realize I'm not the girl you thought you knew.
I wonder if we'll fall like leaves from the trees in autumn.
Wonder when I'll declare an S.O.S.
When you realize I'm not the girl you thought you knew.
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Normality is Such an Illusion
Now. It's what's going on as the eggs fry in the skillet,
Preparing to be devoured.
An underrated hero in a time like this.
A time when you wonder if you're really awake.
Or if you still believe you can fly.
Preparing to be devoured.
An underrated hero in a time like this.
A time when you wonder if you're really awake.
Or if you still believe you can fly.
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Inside My World
Recovery is a funny thing.
The pain that still burns like chemical acid.
Help is what you need but the last thing you want.
All you can think is the higher you get the better you are.
The pain that still burns like chemical acid.
Help is what you need but the last thing you want.
All you can think is the higher you get the better you are.
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Underneath the Skin
11/2/12
War that rages deep inside,
Just asking to unleash its wrath.
When it builds and builds, it starts to scream.
The question is if its holder will succumb to its seduction.
War that rages deep inside,
Just asking to unleash its wrath.
When it builds and builds, it starts to scream.
The question is if its holder will succumb to its seduction.
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