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Joined November 2020

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A life lived in reverse
Knife to my throat You asked me to present my last words I had more than a million but I never spoke I stared back into your soul
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡13 days ago in Poets
big diamonds sippin jasmine
VBX#34 - Meditations Telling me how much his clothes cost Silly boy think i give a f*ck I like fashion as an art Not a tool to tell rich and poor apart
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡6 months ago in Poets
That sign wont stop me because i cant read
Failed haiku on life: wan’cup’tea don’wan’make kitchen t’ far Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡6 months ago in Poets
Clawing my way back to the light
I still feel your hands on my throat Your voice when it spoke The fear that you’d eat It was you not me who was weak I still see the stars
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡6 months ago in Poets
Acid dreams
I see you in my acid dreams, in black and red, just you and me I close my eyes i hear you breathe, I worship you, you worship me
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡6 months ago in Poets
Here I Sit... Sit and Wait
Soppy hugs, amidst rains mist, for dawned upon your foolish kiss, with hearts of steel, and souls of hunger, this great desire to hold you longer.
By .｡.:*･ʕ ◠ᴥ◕ ʔ･*☆ °˖✧◝⁰▿⁰◜✧˖° ~♡3 years ago in Poets