misery synopsis collasped... by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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misery synopsis collasped...
misery synopsis collasped into hands held out for fury.
by Rachael
written fiction put into our words of hate
field and product reviews of interradicular situations
dance upon salivation within monitory relief
signals of time and murder that is caused by a monitor put on highest outcome
television screens and cameras caught a scene
a mouthful of interregation and a crime of instigation brought statements within
our life to become words of hate
while beauty has died within the wires of the mindless and loved
the air felt alive. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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the air felt alive.
The air felt alive.
By Rachael
A muse upon misery put dreams on a side show
Walking by
Trees made shadows on the sidewalks while leaves crawled on four legs
Towards an opening of a pounding sound caught in organic sentence
Standing upon broken windows
A fresh gasp of air breaks through within sound and disorder
Were always crawling on the sidewalks.
We break. Were broken within steps.
Were alive.
Caught in a Scream. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Caught in a Scream.
Caught in a Scream.
by Rachael
severance used toward destitution of a warned butterfly
broken by pieces of love
delicate towns full of fake light and motivation make speech
for lifeless eyes have gone to bed
taxi cars step by in confusion
small footsteps crash together
forming collisions on matter by manage
lost hope for a generation of mess
left with emptiness
and a bed
Do you want to see what... by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Do you want to see what...
Do you want to see what death looks like?
By Rachael
air catastrophy swirling into a deep, destitute of a revenant
hope crawling within a meadow of perfection grasped with ravage
choking extraneous wars upon dilations
create
currents nuerotic rest on waves within
lungs compulsions rest with warning
time away
when perfect isn't enough
manifestations... by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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manifestations...
manifestations of a revival in several forms of publications.
By Rachael
memorable clouding upon once crystal clear, technical industries
skeletal monstrosities on a felt collaspe of the bottom of an ocean
held by ships of melody
collasping on orgasms of hormonial direction
breathing, breathe, gun
pouring celestial remarks under a mind
revocate
positive
smash, smash several definitions
crowded fear
elevator
march
death
Deception by define Chicanery. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Deception by define Chicanery.
Deception by define Chicanery.
By Rachael
a smell of vigorous meanings in vegiance on ruling ignorance
of untolerable subculture demands
constant fuels of neglegiance towards egregious disciples
Chattel by vacuous feelings of unabridged passings in sentences contained by constant meaning
(a synonym for hopeful reservation of importance or goal towards living)
passing by random based opinions surrounded by ethnocentrism
gallied into deattribution
spoken time abstracted
constant blazes by mind
slit eyes phase
condemned
sewn through
as if we fall into gentle rights
protection of motions of perceptive emotion facing doom
co
Monstrosity
By Rachael
veins, roots of liquid swirl into an abyss of the unknown key of life
lighting intriguing defiance on floods
overfilling
contained, defined by animosity
retrogressive turns
attached by beauty
decrease revelations of a vulnerability
abided
concrete masses, filed minds
deteriorating memory
constant assistance find under developed continuities of contrasting love
calm abyss of acceptance
Mud
A hard boiled egg. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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A hard boiled egg.
A hard boiled egg.
By Rachael
figures, silhouettes, creatures manifested by decor of leftover feasts
waking, walking, pointing fingers towards space graduated between ripped fragments of bare heat
Convulsive apparitions spared into weight heavily despaired upon brackets beneath
cracked into bugs, dirt and a figment of past diplomacy (crust of a cuisine risen into machine)
Machine
Machine (breathe heavily)
Fogs clairvoyance revokes your desire (by studying neuroscience into manifestations of understanding/knowing where it will bleed, what is not controlled, and why an identity is not found nor needed)
you may discover leads (a yellow
My Dead Tree.
By Rachael
Ritual stance of chaos tears at aforementioned feet
Motioned determined by negligence (rotting beneath the soil)
As framed, forgotten legacy screams:
Thickened blood avalanche (by time in deeds)
Blanked stare stored in mothers locket
Grey, black (moths retreat)
Skies crystalize (dry thoughts)
matter by matter buried next to spoken history
of birds lost in affirmation of a glance forgotten by clock (day, night, a mask of ink)
crystalized sky
matter by matter
A lost retreat
Cruelty At It's Best by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Cruelty At It's Best
Is this my only choice, of many lies
You've got that look on your face
Why play the victim?
When you know who will win
The search has only begun
For falling love in my direction
Friends or enemies?
Take your pick
Life's not meant to make much sense
I'd rather just take a chance
But you wished it would have never started
Destiny is calling our name
So good bye to you and your life
And I'm sorry that it had to end this way
Loaded gun in my direction
You didn't expect it
Should have warned you
But then again life's just not meant to make much sense......
Attack Of The Anxiety by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Attack Of The Anxiety
I feel like you are all drifting away
I hate all those words that should have been said
All the while I knew it'd never end
Your aiming your gun at me and It all starts to begin
I finally realize I'm holding my breath
I don't think I'll make it to the end
So You don't have to pull the trigger
Because I'm already dead
If my heart beats any faster
It'll beat right out of my chest
If you keep on letting me hear your laughter
I'll let you see my best
If this isn't what it feels like to die, then what is?
Because there is no were I can go, nothing I can do
This pain seems to go no where,but sit right on my chest
So go on now drift
Infatuated Locked Out Love by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Infatuated Locked Out Love
feelings of regret
shame
why did i ever tell you his name?
written on a bedpost
never to tell you the same
regret your smile
its time to go
eat your pain away
let the disk fly by
this is your destiny
to be a game
regret me yet?
this is your place
fire away
your fake love
the timezone
the thoughts of death
it all comes together now
the regrets
heart my pain
muscle your thoughts
its time to play
reality
you cant win
living in a box
no escape
see the truth
your time will come
regret the sin
see the sun
through the ceiling
dont take the easy way out
this is your time
to let go
fly away
its your last chance
dont
Telling The Truth by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Telling The Truth
Produce that mental suffering of pain
Carry on your voyage
Suffocate my life
I'm weakened
The unpleasant sensation
What am I doing here?
Take and leave your statisfied happiness
Amused by my possession
Artificial affection
My desire for you
Grasped in by myself
Abandoned soul
Confident how it will end
Grabbing for reassurance
The end is ready
And I'm near to fall
Discover my friend
Consoled by your awareness
Extending the distance
Chased in by the fall
Grab your disguise
Shed it away
Explain the truth
I'm here to see
And to catch you when you fall
Somethings holding me back
I can't figure it out
No one can save me, but myself
Four walls, no exit
And I'm chained to the floor
But I'll have to find a door somehow
Before it's too late
Nowhere to go
Surrounded by darkness
Four walls, no exit
But if I let go of this
A door will appear
Not an exit
But an entry to another part of my life
I can't keep chained to the past like this
Four walls, no exit
I need to break free
Theres not much time left
Cause theres a bomb ticking right next to me
Any second ready to blow
No time to waste
Four walls, no exit
My heart rapidly beating
I've got to let go of this
I have to be stron
Go ahead, Take my lunch money. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Go ahead, Take my lunch money.
Isolation with more domination ,but you say it's free-for-all
They abandon all your dreams and take away your only hope
Look you in the eye and spit in your face
Push you down and watch as you fall
Vulnerability seems to scream from my face and power is in your eyes
My mutilated dignity in your hands as you abuse me with your gruesome words
I can only take so much before it's your turn to have a fall
Crowded walls that corner me from leaving
You've got me pinned up against and once again it's my turn to have a ball
You think you're better and stronger ,but you are only good at trying to overbear
Aggresiveness is painted on your face
Hey There, Lonely Guy. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Hey There, Lonely Guy.
Faded memories in the back of your mind.
Her with him, Him with her.
Tears may fall anywhere they choose.
Wasted moments in your abandoned atmosphere.
Lifes true awakenings never seem to appear.
Self-doubt may stop you from pursuing your dreams.
Your newfound limitations may have met their bitter end.
No one ever said life would be grand.
Look away from your mistakes and make an impulse for your lessons.
A need of mental clarification with morality in the air.
Loneliness might as well be a virtue to some, for it is a common feeling to all.
Never would tell me what you did wrong, as if it were illegal.
An uncertain suspenseful stat
Dear Psych. :Death may be near by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Dear Psych. :Death may be near
Dear Psychologist: Death may be near.
By Rachael
Violence is more compared to compliance for you and me.
I was never your tenacious property or loving friend in your stupid blind-folded eyes.
I know that you would cut my throat in a second without a single thought of holding back.
Please stop asking me all those unavoidable questions because I just might lose my mind.
Existing is sometimes harder then what you think.
But the future in the hands of society's opnions might be more hilarious.
A burden to all your deadly sins that you always blamed on me.
Your thoughtless waste of misplaced sensuality isn't even close to grace.
And your
Drugged Up Love. by BulletProofPrincess, literature
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Drugged Up Love.
A look into my eyes can make my heart shatter so quick.
A need to be strong won't go sober without a chance.
Paint my heart a different color, it needs to be touched.
Goodbye and so long, this will be my last gloomy requisition.
A bullet to the chest will take my last gasping breath.
Death tastes so dark and cold, resembling a midnight requiem.
Love loses it's sting to the imaginable key holder.
And I'd like to play with fire because it relieves me from my wrong doings.
It's funny that somehow two rights made a wrong.
Your disadvantage shines so bright, like confusion in glimmer.
And I might laugh for a change and stare at your fien
Do you ever randomly start the beginning of what seems like a novel?
I know the spelling is probably not all correct, as also the punctuation..
It might be a tad bit wierd that I am putting this in a journal, but I do not feel it is adequate enough for anything else.
I would also like it if you would tell me your opinion and thoughts on this.
I thought I was beginning to go blind that day. Things were starting to become blurry. I didn't know if my contacts were intricately defaced by loss of moisture or if the sun was too bright. I did not know if I was just truely going blind. I almost wanted to be blind. I would never have to see my bod
i don't know if i told you, but it's a really good idea. i like the imagery a lot. we should trade writing some time - my novel's doing really well too, miraculously.