

Lonely RockAlways here, never late thirsty throat, drown in fate splatted against the basement floor Try and fall to the sky find the love, to make heaven cry and make a symphony start to fallLonely Rock
and i stand in the rain endure cold and gain a weathered look of stone thousand winters pass time stops at last and my rock is still all alone
the earth through space stuck expression on its face time seems to slowly start again gods throw what they can would kill any other man only break against my brass chin
bet on the worst odds  


FrustratedI want your blue, hate, deep desire. Time for diamonds, pry sand to meet inner fire.Frustrated
Inhibit pulses, crush beginning to weigh on me. My jewelry trade is broken, shattered, given all away for free.
Dried and drained, my patience is nothing but faded. Exchange charm and passion, for a heart that is hard and jaded.
Misery happy, its want finally sought. Horror scene plays, honest man on the ground bleeding.
The bloodied value of a much needed kiss wasted away, wind and rain erode my only real wish.


A Rosebush ShadowCasted down, twisted between vines and buds. Stealing beauty, stealing the chance of the future bouquet on a special day. Stealing the hundred-thousand words of a trembling and love stricken man.A Rosebush Shadow
These shadows putting strain on young blossoms as they yearn to reach higher heights. To be with what they love. To soak up the light and life of sun. To become that beautiful bouquet
or that pleasant smile on a ladies face.
To become another shadow on any roses below. To snuff out the life of a seedling starting to grow. To steal the resources of
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~TheSoulAsylum -Literature Club
-What is perfection, but an illusion one cannot create.
--I am a figment of your imagination....
-Deep into that darkness fades a memory, buried and shattered, but never forgotten...
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Please help me to improve~
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~TheSoulAsylum -Literature Club
-What is perfection, but an illusion one cannot create.
--I am a figment of your imagination....
-Deep into that darkness fades a memory, buried and shattered, but never forgotten...
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Some refuse to be found in self pity. Others attempt to be remembered by their chosen path. Whether a person strives to be a priest or fights to not become a self prisoner or to be labeled. A person is still a person. Everyone is living different stories.
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Respect is the Ultimate Currency
Do a Dave Brubeck. Take Five and check out my gallery [link]
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Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
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''I don't think of you as a kid. I think of you as a gassy dwarf.''
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