Purple Poetry

Vilions play a cryptic melody, as we're tossed into our tombs, Bone continue to break, bugs escape from our wounds, Some men still alive, others passed out cold, those who are still alive, suffer from the cold. And once there are, no men left to pile, the begin the immolation, and catch the corpses on fire. When they're all out of concepts, the creep into their head, they carry on the last step, to make sure we all are dead. Finally they seal the tomb off, once there are only ashes in the pile, for our ancestors dare not set foot in the tomb, for the wrath that the spirits bring when defiled.

My stress - Is turtlenecked, up to my neck, squeezing like heck, I'm ready to choke. I pull at the neck, attempt to catch air, reach out for safety, but safety's not there. I gasp for my relief, and try to break stress, but the stress overwhelms me, as I find eternal rest.

Wake up at sunrise, Scrounging for some grub, Wake up like humans, but we don't go to pubs. Rip apart my prey, As I pull in with my tongue, Rip right through the skin, and rip out both the lungs. Talk with Lizard's all night long, and party in the lights. Hit on all the Lizard girls, but stay away from fights. Curl up in my lizard house, wrap myself up tight. Close my eyes and pray- I make it through the Lizard's night.

Dear reader, (AN ACTUAL BLOG!) Recently i've been lost in life, coveted by lust over love and fear for losing what I already have. This of course, is not how life should be led, and I have made some changes I've taken some time to throw out the old and make room for the new, the bright, and the better. Accepting these changes was hard, but all the difficulties came from forcing myself to make the changes. I'm honestly excited and I haven't been truthfully excited in years. I'd like to share what I've felt. I've felt false sense of happiness for a short bit now for one, and the worst part, it was deprived from true happiness I used to have. I've realized that I'll never end up as happy as I was say - Christmas, Third Grade, or when I first met Lindsey. All special events like these happened too often and became less and less special until they we're no longer special at all. I was left with no excitement in my life from what I have, so I made an ...

I am salty. Angering Easily. If only you understood, How salty I can be. Salty is, Like no other, food accessory, Salty is just for me. Salty follows A salty-covered path, Salty wallows In salty tears. Salty nights, Are hard to sleep in, when salt is grasping, your eyes. So now you know, how salty goes, and how salty, am I.

Drops of blood shower around me, finding ways to turn my happy, into fear and above all - pain, pain that I shall never feel again. Drops of rain brace a landing, onto my body, they stall, demanding, asking for my heart to be sold, Once it starts, it never ends - Or so I'm told. Drops of mercury flood around me, trying to take my life from thee, trying to poison the core of my existence, trying to take me in, but i offer resistance. Drops of love crackle everywhere I walk, trying to make me weep of sorrow- I block, I cant stand to see this pain anymore, so when you find me, I'll be out on the floor.

Christmas eve and I'm wrapped up, like a present, only in a blanket. But don't you dare unwrap me, don't even think it! So, If you dare unfasten, the wrapping that holds me so tight. I'm not sure if I'll see Santa, or even make it through the night. Santa loves him some milk, but Hot Chocolate is the thing for me, I even have Hot Chocolate, hanging from the tree. Yet, We all know at midnight, every child must sleep, for if not dozing, into your house - Santa won't even peek.

It may sound clich'e but shes all I ever think about, All night and day. You've heard all the stories, and you know all the tales, but this is the girl, that makes my stomache frail. She's there in my dreams, and I'll never weep, Shes the only reason, I ever go sleep. Her words are like tidal waves, washing all my fears, She always keeps me tranquil, for whenever she is near. Our hearts collide, and fuse into affection, hopefully you've learned by now, that she is near perfection.

Please pick up the phone, You've left me all alone, and not a tear drop will shed from the lives we've led. You've got me falling, afraid of bawling, down on me knees, only crawling. My heart is resting, your words are jesting, your words pierce right through my heart. Thing's didn't work out, We didn't make it through, fight after fight, but this isn't anything new. Now we're stranded, and worst of all - Sad, reminiscing on all the good times, that we had.