Heaven is Still Hell Without You by VonTenko, literature
Literature
Heaven is Still Hell Without You
I wanted nothing more,
Then to run as fast as I could.
Escape the nightmare I was born into,
Free myself from here.
I had no reason to stay.
No reason to wait.
Still I long for that rush,
A new beginning in a far off place.
NYC, Boston, or Hollywood,
Broke but finally alive.
And now I sit here,
Because I found my reason to stay.
But when the time is right,
Would you run with me?
Be my getaway car,
The accomplice to my desires.
Run from the cops,
And laugh as we burn the bodies.
In the end,
We'd die holding hands.
They know there is only one way to stop our love
A toy gun,
Something, I thought lost,
Along with my childhood,
Memories.
A Celtic rosary,
Aged, as I have,
Something once so dear,
Now, just a trinket.
And a knife.
As sharp as I'm alive.
My reflection,
On its inexperienced blade.
I'm not sure where to start
Tell me your secrets,
Your past and regrets.
We both know you want to.
I want to.
Your past is dark,
But you hide it well.
So free,
Yet,
so afraid.
I care more than you know,
More that you probably do.
But what it stopping you?
There is lust,
We both admit it.
But there is trust,
We both know it.
But is there something more?
Is there a flame?
A spark?
A light?
We both have nothing to lose,
We have our scars.
Show me yours,
I'll show you mine.
A heart-felt kiss,
Heavy,
Passionate.
I thought it was a sign.
Maybe I was wrong.
But your taste lingers on my tongue.
And this reminds m
Heaven is Still Hell Without You by VonTenko, literature
Literature
Heaven is Still Hell Without You
I wanted nothing more,
Then to run as fast as I could.
Escape the nightmare I was born into,
Free myself from here.
I had no reason to stay.
No reason to wait.
Still I long for that rush,
A new beginning in a far off place.
NYC, Boston, or Hollywood,
Broke but finally alive.
And now I sit here,
Because I found my reason to stay.
But when the time is right,
Would you run with me?
Be my getaway car,
The accomplice to my desires.
Run from the cops,
And laugh as we burn the bodies.
In the end,
We'd die holding hands.
They know there is only one way to stop our love
A toy gun,
Something, I thought lost,
Along with my childhood,
Memories.
A Celtic rosary,
Aged, as I have,
Something once so dear,
Now, just a trinket.
And a knife.
As sharp as I'm alive.
My reflection,
On its inexperienced blade.
I'm not sure where to start
Tell me your secrets,
Your past and regrets.
We both know you want to.
I want to.
Your past is dark,
But you hide it well.
So free,
Yet,
so afraid.
I care more than you know,
More that you probably do.
But what it stopping you?
There is lust,
We both admit it.
But there is trust,
We both know it.
But is there something more?
Is there a flame?
A spark?
A light?
We both have nothing to lose,
We have our scars.
Show me yours,
I'll show you mine.
A heart-felt kiss,
Heavy,
Passionate.
I thought it was a sign.
Maybe I was wrong.
But your taste lingers on my tongue.
And this reminds m
Needles and pins
The heroine and ecstasy, within their skins
Couples that weep and cry
Mothers and fathers watch as their children die
The filth and decay
Guns and death, on-and-on, everyday
Gangs and their threats
Murder, violence, and all people care about are sport bets
Love, sex, and kisses that leave bites
Deforestation en-masse, democracy and termites
Throat-slitting
Blood-letting
THE WORLD IS JUST SO PRETTY
Don't you think so?
Daggers and drugs
Breaking glass, bear traps, and stranger 'hugs'
Crime, corpse-fucking, followed with abortion
Marauding, the Germans share their newest contortion
LOVE. SEX. PLUS DEATH-BITE
What I Carry With Empty Hands by Miss-Maggot-Mouth, literature
Literature
What I Carry With Empty Hands
In my backpack I carry
My sketchpad
My ipod
My pen
My paper
And a written fact
In my head I carry
My friends
My enemies
My pressured decision
My broken yesterday
And an unknown tomorrow
And who knows
Where the days will go
When I break
Crash
And crumble
Without a sound
And who knows
Where you'll be
When I fall
Crack
And disappear
Without one noticing glance
And where I'll go
The Best Truth Is A Lie by Miss-Maggot-Mouth, literature
Literature
The Best Truth Is A Lie
"I'll never let you down," She whispers softly into his ear, breathing against his neck. Her fingers twirling in his silky brown hair, she smiles and holds him close to her. She pulls her head back and stares into his open eyes, a lamented look of doubt suddenly swallowing her smile. "You know," she sighs as her fingers brush across his cheek "You can be so cold sometimes. It makes me think that we might not last..."
She looks deep into his dusty grey eyes and breathes deeper.
"But don't worry," A crooked smile returns, she lets the words linger on her teeth. "We have a strong bon
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