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False Control Watch it drip,False Control by ~Tsukinushi
Embrace the pain,
Promise yourself never again,
A promise known to be in vain,
A fleeting feeling of control,
A stroke of red in brilliant bold,
Paint the pain across your skin,
A portrait of the hate within.
Then smile bright despite the pain,
A brief relief that's all in vain.


Untitled You never knew, you didn't see,Untitled by ~Tsukinushi
The things that I would give to thee,
The sun, the moon, the skies, the stars,
I'd steal them all and make them ours.
The moon and stars were not enough,
You took them all and left me dust.


My Favorite Things Monsters and bong rips and shrooms on the beachMy Favorite Things by ~Tsukinushi
Cross blunt hot boxes til the room is oblique,
Medicinal toking and triple smoke rings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Smoking legalized joints out in the crisp breeze,
Walking along the sunny fresh streets,
Baking and watching the birds take to wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Ice catchers, percs and ash catchers too,
Lavender kush and dreams that are Blue,
White colored widows and kush that is King,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When reality sets,
When I need relief,
When memories hurt,
I simply partake in my favorite things,
And then I don't
| Poetry |


Respect is Dead The people killed Respect todayRespect is Dead by ~writerwithasword
They hung her from a tree
She swayed there all alone until
They killed poor Courtesy
Now I am a fugitive
Afraid to live and hide
Afraid to walk the streets alone
Afraid that I will die
They're seeking me, and hunting me
To make the dead ones three
They'll use some rope to make a noose
And hang me from the tree
I used to be so popular
Honored by society
I guess they have no use for me
No use for good ol' Empathy


Stalk. I sit here,Stalk. by ~AdmireBeauty
Waiting in the shadows.
I see you.
I watch you.
My eyes follow you closely.
And you're so unaware.


Statistic. Slit your wristsStatistic. by ~i-am-missing
and hold your tongue
smoke too much to
numb your lungs
don't think i miss
what's in your eyes
the pain you keep
locked deep inside
i'll try to reach you
god knows i've tried
but there's a mountain
between us, you and i
I want to help
be your shoulder to cry on
but as time goes by
you're just farther gone
there's a shadow now,
of what you used to be
and maybe one day
you might come back to me
i'll never understand
what you've been through
and all i can do
is be there for you
but what hurts the most
is what you cant see
...soon a ghost
is all that you'll be
staying 'round he
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