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midnight loves company.At the stroke of midnight,
her heart breaks again
because she fell into a wonderland
full of false hope and dreamless nights.
At the stroke of midnight,
cold tears run down her cheeks
as her eyeliner gets smeared
because she doesn't believe that she is beautiful.
(She believes that you took away her beauty.)
At the stroke of midnight,
her heart grows cold
as she screams into the night
for another heart.
the way we destroy ourselves.I'm sorry for every bad word that I ever said to you,
I didn't know I was the one to leave a hole in your heart
because your too afraid of being broken.
I'm sorry for letting go of your hand as I lost consciousness,
I should just stop breathing.
just for existing
because right now
that feels like the worst thing
that i'm doing to you.
Eternal FlameTry as I may,
No effort shall suffice
to keep you away,
Fire will always melt ice.
my Love will stand
the test of separation
it is far grand
than a mere infatuation
You cannot shake me
I am the woman, unmoved
Not even an eternity
could change my love for You.
liar, liar.Red always went so beautiful with your skin, baby girl.
it looked ever
ever so lovely,
trailing down your
I was dead before you could even scream my name.
Morphine KissesToxic vapors
So bitter on my tongue
It tastes like bile,
Saccharin ash in my mouth
Evil kisses made of morphine
Numb you straight to your core,
Sweet euphoric acid
Like a poison candy mist
As it sweeps across my eyes
Crimson wine swimming in my veins
Putrid arrows pierce my heart
Rotten and bitter,
Decayed just like love
Just a thought,
It's only a glitch
Someday I'll break away
I've no heart left
In this dying body of mine.
It's far too dark
There isn't any light left
If it was, I could not see
Just like I cannot feel.
Raking across my skin
I bleed into eternal blackness,
Isolated from reality
It's far worse than any dream;
Yet I'm still dreaming of you
And you are made of poison
Deadly, killing me
So icy is your touch
I've forgotten how to feel.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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