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Eden's GateI stood in front
Of Eden’s Gate. But –
I choose to walk
Back to fiery place,
Of which I came.
To the dismay
Of many, like I.
To which I smirk and say,
“I like it better this way.”
Walking side by side
With death, but not
In his grips. Instead,
As a savior, of sorts,
To fabricate ropes
So they may,
Escape to Eden’s gates.
BannedMy mind is a library
Lined with banned books.
I've been copying them down
In fear that someone
Will Burn them down.
POEMI started writing another poem for you.
It smelled of Panda cookies and sweet talk.
So I ate it instead of sharing it.
It was bitter.
Rhythm n' FeelingMy heart is more feeling than rhythm.
My head is more thought than feeling.
I’ve been trying to synchronize both
To the sounds of your footsteps,
And soundtrack of your life.
But I keep falling off tempo,
And hitting sour notes,
Though maybe, just maybe,
You’re just more noise than music.
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
I Like PieI Like Pie.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And panda bears.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And no one cares.
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
The Most Selfish Poem I've Ever WrittenPlease be
Just half as broken
Please just once
Have a problem so big
All you can do
Is cry it into my chest
Please let me
Stroke your hair
Til you’re calm
Like every single time
You’ve stroked mine
Please can you
Just be so hurt
That you need me
Mental Disorder DinerWhy hello there miss.
Welcome to battered and scarred restaurant,
where disorders are over cooked, raw or however you like it.
Would you like to start with our appet…. I mean anxiety disorders?
I'll start off simple with panic disorder,
while being a simple dish, it has a bad after taste of fear.
You can taste the fear from here.
Next up we have our social anxiety disorder,
This disorder is on back order and
too scared to show up to the meal sometimes.
It does however come with a side of sweat
No, not your style?
PTSD is our special appetizer of the day,
because it only trusts on some days
and comes with flashbacks on the side.
Next we're on to our specials, considered the hardest disorders.
First is bi polarity, which will take you through a number of sensations.
from sad blue to normal grey to euphoric high yellow,
Schizophrenia is a unpopular one of many,
the hallucinations are controlling and over cooked.
A bit too difficult to chew?
Our main courses are eating disorders.
Fairy Tales Can Die.I heard your heart beat,
a lullaby that lured me to sleep.
I reached up and touched your copper hair
as it wrestled with the summer breeze,
the softness of a cloud.
I treasured each word
that fell from your rose petal lips,
glorious paintings that sat my soul
I was guided by the light in your eyes,
a silver glow that brought me home,
to this vacant wonderland
and crumbling castles
that you promised to rebuild.
We tried to slay the dragons,
but they slayed us instead.
rain.i still have buckets in my room
from when you poured your heart out.
plastic pails full of pain and love
and lust and tears and names and smiles.
i don't know why i keep them...
maybe i hope one day you'll come back
to claim them.
or when i'm being really dumb
i let myself hope that you'll come back anyway
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