Pandora's Box It was the summer Katie let her demons eat her alive.Pandora's Box by xXxLoVeWoLfRaInXxX
It was the autumn that Mike let the darkness kill him.
It was the winter that Susan shut herself down.
It was the spring that Jennifer finally put back all the dark matter back into its box.
Go through hell.
Hate the world.
Let the pain eat you away.
Shut yourself down.
Replay the memories.
Then fix yourself.
but don't ever open Pandora's box.
No one will save you but yourself.
I'm Not Low Like You. What is love?I'm Not Low Like You. by xXxLoVeWoLfRaInXxX
Is it the fireworks that exploded around you?
Is it the little butterflies that flutter inside your tummy?
Could it be the sweet words you whisper into each other's ears?
Could it be the gentle kisses?
Maybe it's the burning feeling on your face when you blush?
Maybe it's the moments you two spend with each other?
I just wanted to learn what love is.
I'm not a toy
I'm not the type that sleeps around with people.
I'm not low like you.
If your not the one or your just looking or just sex.
Then prepare yourself to get your heart to be broken into a billion pieces.
What is love?
Is it the moments you spend with the person?
Or is it just the sex?
If I Died A Billion Times. Then I can die a billion more over and over.If I Died A Billion Times. by xXxLoVeWoLfRaInXxX
I won't fall apart no more.
I had enough of curling myself into a ball and just dying.
Breaking apart from this shell I created myself.
I found my voice again.
I can stand alone now.
I have finally healed.
Life has open his doors and welcome me in
He said, "Hello and welcome back, where have you gone?"
It's good to be back.
Time The sound of a ticking clock.Time by xXxLoVeWoLfRaInXxX
The sound of a alarm ringing.
The sound of time slipping away at your finger tips.
We all run on time.
All I wished.
All I really wished.
Ever since when I was just a little baby.
Is time to just slow down.
Please just slow down.
For this moment.
For this youth.
For this happiness.
I never gotten that wish granted.
Summer is gone,
Winter is gone,
Spring is gone,
And fall is gone.
Years and New Years appear so quick.
And I wonder where the time go?
I watched people grow up
And I watched people come and go
I also watched myself change.
Where has the time gone?
Now I wish for a reunion.
Sing-Song, Stumble SlurChasing fire works, fire flies,Sing-Song, Stumble Slur by crowharmonics
these fucking lies through urban sprawl and graffiti scrawl,
fingers locked, heart thumping in my throat like the bile I can't choke down.
It tastes like Vaseline and ashes,
a mouthful of proof of my cystic demise.
The clumsy stumble roar,
beasts with cherry-flavored foam leaking through their teeth,
and how much more skin can be chewed from my neck?
Skyscraper mazes and the pain-and-memory hazes I live and breathe
like it'd literally kill me to let it go.
Let it go.
Time slips and slides,
ice and lies,
love-dipped fallacies that hide
chrome and Vodka-bottle teeth.
Survive for the fight,
for the knuckle scabs and the dirty rainbow bruises.
Merit badges stamped into my chest.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Blunt instrument know-it-all,
but you're dumb as a brick and I'm feeling sick,
stomach churn, eyes burn,
and the crepe paper, purple spider leg memories eat at me.
Oh, you dog.
A year worth of your life and I've learned the bliss
think youre a slam poet nowwell, my fatherthink youre a slam poet now by iwasearnestonce
he thought he was a cowboy,
he thought he was a yank
he thought everyone he met was his partner in crime
and life was an all end all shoot-em-up
he told stories
and he taught me how to dance with drunks.
well my mother,
she thought i was a changeling,
she thought the world was out to get her
she taught me
well she taught me that innocence is fragile
and that what is sweet often sours,
that madness is not the kind of disease we think it is.
and i grew up
wanting to create something beautiful
or both at the same time
with my little hands, and big eyes
and that used to scare me
cause contradictions in my head
at night, when i dream't
with my hand against my ear
thinking the pounding of blood vessels
was the pounding of the big bad wolf coming to get me
and i would dream of the world
with the trampling of a flower,
they are not haunted
but they are inhabited,
i have a soul sir,
and i won't sell it
not for your pennies