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Black Rose: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. When your not the one at fault. Hide your alter egos. And stupid codes from the vault. Stick your badge in my face. And your gun down my throat. And were your special coat. Remember your the asshole. You dont care about your job. You make your assumptions. Pride is all you rob. So i will take my punishment. For a crime i did not commit. But you will have to live with it. In your head false conviction will sit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Black Rose: NyQuil & cigarettes
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Oh the beauty of nyquil :P. September 17, 2008 at 6:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Good night my dear.
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Black Rose: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. No matter what I do. There is no hope for me. Slowly dieing Of my own dust. Wish I could get out. Nothing can keep me. I just keep falling. Im used to the darkness. The horror of my life. One day I will be gone. Taken by the blade of the knife. Monday, October 29, 2007. The smell of death. Haunts the warm breeze. Cold gusts of wind. To chill the bone. A greeting to the creatures. Fire, blood, and rust. Reflections of a scene. But to most seem obscene. Waving back and forth.
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Black Rose: January 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009. If I were to stop. And rearange my life. Give up on my pen. And focus on my sacrafice. Would i be me? Or just another person. Fighting for a facide. To be admired by YOUR son. Buy the fancy car. And hundreds on a house. Work at this job. Traped like a mouse. This is not who I am. Nor who i want to be. But welcome to like. And what its made of me. Nothing left of my self. Only items and body. My sole is to socioty. As i WAS to poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Black Rose: June 2008
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Thursday, June 5, 2008. I have no idea. Soon you will feel nothingness. Or are you dead. We stare blankly into the green abyss. But the charlie brown teacher is all we hear. And you have your self a degree. The night is cold. My thoughts are raceing. My dreams grow old. Im sick of being invisable. And i want you to see. That with out my pride. Theres nothing left of me. The impact is criticle. As i hide in my box. Attack all you will. And ill play it strong. The pain in side. Ill hide for long.
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Black Rose: September 2008
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Tuesday, September 9, 2008. Thursday, September 4, 2008. Good night my dear. If this is the last. Than let it be. To never let go. I feel your heart beat.
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Black Rose: February 2008
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Thursday, February 28, 2008. 5 at the door. 1 off if you bring something in for our drives. Bring your poems and music. NO OUTSIDE FOOD PLEASE. Hope to see you all there. A lazy day at that. Cancel all plans, call off of work. Today is the day,. My own two acres of paradise. Not to build,. Not to play,. Not to work,. In the sun, on my back. Stare up into the sky. As the sweet wind welcomes me. To my bed of green grass. I lay till night falls,. Than stare at the stars. Blanketed by the cool night air.
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Black Rose: December 2007
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007. Laugh all you want". The cat says to the other animals,. Head held high and proud. Why do I have to be so inferiour? He really says in his head,. Feeling weak and useless to be nothing more than-. A worthless helpless kitten". Mocked by the other animals,. Bigger, stronger, and much more viscous. The kitten reminds himself,. One day i will be better than you". The black cat hides. Confused on the troubles of the world,. He hold his head high. Alone and cold,. Paint my pains,.
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Black Rose: Who Are You?
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009. I know that no one reads my blogger so i dont mind putting crap on here. Now i have been thinking about occupation. If you are what you are than why is your job what you are? Do you know who you are? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I my friend am the odd one and the unfourtunat loud one (mainly because i never know when to shut up and have a comment about everything). View my complete profile.
