I want to lose myself in the clouds
with people, without peoplean outsider
I run my course, make my parents proud
Cock the gun to my head, always the hider
in our game of seek (let me be found).
A plea: goodbye.I want to be beautiful.A plea: goodbye. by DNAngela
I want to be stable.
I want to be beloved.
I want iron-knees.
I want home.
I want to disappear.
here I go
Plunge plunge away
Somewhere within in you is my shadow;
the shadow I forever chase.
counting starsSometimes, after a battlecounting stars by DNAngela
I sit and hear my mind rattle
The dungeons, the dank
All to see the levels on my rank
I can prophesize the ends and the means
My soul bursting, burning at the seams
To kill, not to kill,
Sanity, humanity only to fall ill
We inhale this cycle of billing life away
Paybacks, refunds, mercy falls astray
No, I just sit back, head upright
With the painted tainted glory of my brother's blood drying on my knees
No just sittin', beggin' "please"
Lord have mercy on me.
Only to look up at the dark, skyless heaven
Stars glinting, scintillating, flaming, even
I wish with my hurting heart that,
there are enough breaths buried within me to match endlessly--
are no certainty.
Only to wait, breathing, to count stars
among the great, wishing for eternity.
layer four: the bedShe rolled off the bed, mascara smeared beneath her eyeslike a rim of sad black. He touched her wrist, but she quietly pulled it away. He watched her slip back on her red dress (torn in the side) slowly, as if to slip back into melancholia. The nips and bruises on her slender thighs bulged and stretched as she slid each pale leg into her smoky tights. He made another effort. He leaned and kissed the nape of her delicate neck, and she paused. She turned around and mouthed a word he could not make out. Then she kissed him. As she stepped out the door, she hung the key on the hook by the mirror.layer four: the bed by DNAngela
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when you feel heavy with bitterness, don't fret; it's just the weight of your learning heart.
Current Residence: yogurt cup
Favourite genre of music: ANTI-MUSIC-PREJUDICE.
Skin of choice: Any.
Favourite cartoon character: Patrick Star.
Personal Quote: "Music is medicine."