My Creation Made Of Words!

[Marmee_Noir]

[b]Not the best, but two that after time I still read them and like them! Thinking about trying to re-vamp them though. Anyways read on XO Heather!

Harlequin-

Torrid lust. Grow cold in your after-charm. Innocence corrupted. Abrade in the customs.

She'll play the fool/your fool. Chrysanthemums and a haunted afterglow. Advert thy bow.

Bent broken! Her mind insisted upon keeping memories. Long since renewed.

And she’ll grow cold with you/with out you. In YOUR lack!

Honeyed tongue and bee stung lips hurl obscenities to your honor.

Hatred cast inwards. She’ll blame HER lack.

Degrade ones self into something formidable!

And I am not immune to your rust!

Hypnotized by your slither. Swaddled by love so fraudulent. Such a decayed game you play.

You must remember though… She is just a girl. Week, faint of heart. Play her right, she’ll swoon. Only for you. Sssshhhhh but don’t tell anyone!

And I Suffer And Affliction-My fav of the two.

To all the signs that oppose my Cancer.

Moonlight malignant, it’s epoxy. Seeking refuge. Stuck, slink and stalk deadly. Seek out moonbeam dreams and lovers swaddled in satin nights. Innocence easily consumed. You can tell from the scars on my arms.

Pink star lights feaster upon engorged alcoholic stupors. Drink, drank, ****ed!

Decayed amongst your trash. Flies gather at my rubble.

Close your eyes! Walk fast!

Pass the grandeurs soap opera of GAARAABAAGGGE.

I’ll be intoxicated of corrupted roses.

Ask her why the people she loves, don’t love her back.

Notice the leer you throw my way. Patients as a, just as a thing you need!

If I might just rest a bit. Wait for you on the other side of the corrosion.

Are you hoping to get out of this mess?

Listen. Listen! There is freedom in the words that are never yours.

Strike like a matchstick. Break like a matchstick!

Pitch burning on a satin sheet.

Control your pain! Strike first and you can fly. Higher than the pills I ate.. Self-destruct, who could ever! Must be mistaken.

The scars thrown forth upon my carapace. I can explain. I really can, tell you a pretty innocent excuse.

And your rotting your rotting YOU ARE ROTTING. Cap it! Quick hide the sin. Tighten the face, caricatures of normality.

Now do what I do, do what I do, don’t do what I do!

Consumes you whole. Corruption complete! The game is played dirty. Degrades, recharges and flashes you a smile. Pretend the girl is fine. She be only a girl.

Double the play time, buff up your act. She might just swoon for you .

Fake and fraudulent as is.

[Winter Steele]

Those poems have a lot of feeling and meaning. The second one is my favorite as well .

[creatureofthenyte]

Those poems have a lot of feeling and meaning. The second one is my favorite as well .

They certainly do!

[Homicidalheathen]

[Scales]

Nishe

[cptdeath]

it hits home as drink in my moms basemeant with no job. here she comes play it off.

appaled at my own curruption yet celibrating it. an the cycle has no end. all except there is no girl.

[Marmee_Noir]

Thanks for the comments and the great rocker smiley.. lol Glad others can relate and enjoye them!