35 Recent Deviations
EmptyTake another drink now; let’s forget how to be soberEmpty by xxdraxx
So I could throw up memories too painful to remember
There are no rules or regulations when you’re minds on the far side
We drown our demons in bottles and throw them to the night.
Drink enough and I’ll do something I’ll regret.
Send her a text and maybe we’ll wake in bed.
This next line won’t rhyme – it’s just you
‘Cause the only thing up in my mind is just you.
Okay, that was lame, see when I think of you
I get lost for words and all I spit is turd or worst,
I choke, when I’m depressed you’re someone I used to run to but
Now it’s all empty.
Fuck it I got more to say before my mind fades away,
I wonder what’ll be first, my life or your damn face,
You’re eyes, nose and lips, you were my sun.
So could you serenade this one time and become my gun?
Never mind, get me another round, so I could bleed out the sound
Of your voice, Am I drunk in love? Of cour
Keep It RealWhereas diasporic communitiesKeep It Real by xxdraxx
Have to been attempting to separate themselves
From harsh sun and seasons,
Without reason, others have built their lives between
The cracks of statements such as:
“Keep it real”
Or, “This shit is dope”.
Motherfuckers better realize
Now, is time to self-actualize.
Women's Handbag FADE IN:Women's Handbag by xxdraxx
EXT. PARK - EVENING
JOSH (20s, clean) and ELENA (20s, petite) are on a stroll.
They're laughing & talking.
Josh starts sneezing profusely.
Wait. Let me get you a Kleenex.
Elena reaches into her handbag and takes out a single tissue.
Josh blows into it. Hard.
The corpse among usThe corpse among usThe corpse among us by HollowDoors
Written by HollowDoors
What am I,
but hollow shell that burns in the bright daylight.
No despite the bright light my corpse burn even at night.
Nothing can cloak the pus filled corpse that
the true me.
The me that takes a trained eye to see.
But when they do see.....me.
They would never let that me,
Not the terrible, ghastly, corpse with eyes leaking red.
It would fill them with horrible dread,
a walking corpse crying red?
But do they ever ask why it cries?
Why do they not ask?
Fear of my broken corpse.
Fear of becoming a broken corpse.
And their fear turns into hatred of my corpse.
But why my corpse?
Maybe its how I got this corpse?
The things they do to me I have done as well.
I used hatred like this.
And now they use theirs on me.
Speeding my corpse's decay making it leak indescribable fluids and my body fester in stench.
Changing my corpse into ash.
Leaving me into nothing but,
A disease produced by my long forgotten
This is WarThis is WarThis is War by Angel-Tsuki
The gates are open, they're flooding out
I'm a one man army, there's no doubt
These soldiers are of different shapes, sizes and color,
I use all my might, strength and power
to put up a fight.
They're strong, don't get me wrong,
This war will last very long!
I'm pushing, trying to get through,
So irritating, so confusing, so tiring! (phew!)
My brows are crossed and my mind is lost
and my body can't bare it all
my eyes go fuzzy and then i fall...
Now i'm buried underneath this rubble,
I can hear my mother scream,
"If you'd have kept your wardrobe clean,
You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"
Dew DropDew DropDew Drop by Angel-Tsuki
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
You're Just...You're Just... by Angel-Tsuki
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
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