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Chantilly, VA
Jesusmyhomboy
United States
branflakes
Ashburn, VA
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Allison Park, PA
moodrings
I Can Tell You Where The Body Is
Why ask about something that doesnt matter
if it's a lie about the truth.
People only want to make themselves look good
to the point were looking outside the box to grasp the
whole concept of truth never ever existed,
and seeing is no more than believing.
It doesnt count.
What you hear and then change to fit your reality
is what other people change to fit theirs.
So the truth is now a tangient lie
and you no longer can tell fact from fiction.
Philosophies of an unchallenged mind
spark something to set the world on fire,
so while you were laying down alone last night
someone decided to add the girl-
and swears there was liquor on your breath.
Responsibility is a word that is never used
so make yourself look good
and cross out the letters 11, 10, and 2
which no one will know unless a mirror can speak the truth.
[ okay, so i challenge the readers to find out what 11, 10, and 2 means..think outside the box..its easy people]
Fashion Should Die
judgment is a fashion never allowed to die
it's putting on your boots and parading about-
mocking the girl in red.
Everyone NEEDS to find out
because her business NEEDS to be spread.
we'll hold up signs lettered in blood
so everyone would know it MUST be true.
and when she cries we'll laugh at the side she can't see.
This was when a new 'word' came in.
So now we will expose you for everything your worth,
drink it up, you know we dont waste.
19th century
The city lights burn bright.
Oh how thou woo thine eyes.
Where for art thou shine so brightly?
thou hath captured thy heart,
and embedded thine secrets
in the middle of thy soul.
Dost thou beckon thee?
If thou doth so
I will come running in a most modest way.
Thou light sets ablaze the streets
which burn for hours,
and indeed make the evious moon most jealous.
Oh doth teach the stars a lesson or two.
Loup-Garou
Let me unbutton my shirt
so you can look into my soul;
Read my heart.
It beats so hard, so fast.
I enjoyed these fallacies
And serenaded them to myself.
Let the essence run wild
let the water pour down my face.
It was a pleasure to see the moon beam
In the forest- under the light path.
I prefer night and solitude
So many dangers on this.
The fire burns bright and a circle forms
Smell the nightshade and belladonna.
"Hail, within this circle I have made
The terror alike, of young and old"
My voice strays away
And my back bends forward
The tingling is irresistible
It proclaims the changes have start
Brown; no longer lingering in my eyes-
Big and black, fierce as the dark.
As keeper of the night
The beam shall be my master
And I shall beckon at its every whim
And revel at its glow.
Skin is now covered in hair
The ridges in my nose lengthen
I can smell the heat.
Clenching my fists,
I reveal to you paws
And fangs that sink into flesh so easily
But painfully.
The writhing in my thighs
and the spine that grows
Create a tail.
My love, show me where to pad
Down this forest path
Nothing can stop me now
The words boom, but it howls for your ears.
Jesusmyhomboy
hey girl! whats goin on?
posted Feb 24