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Currently Listening Led Zeppelin III By Led Zeppelin see related

It is hard for me to pin-point what is real.
The days are not long enough.

this is not one of my best..But its based off a dream I had once.

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“Necrophilia”

Exit Meditation, and bring on Medication.

With the grapes being flown into the mouths of blow up dolls.

The grass tenderly sways on the faces of brilliances.

As the Piano wails a mournful tune.

In the bed, a candy coated coffin. Shares bliss beyond the waking moon.

Something borrowed, he made her blue.

Touch the gold, clank of the champagne

He was old and she was new.

While he lays down his reserved bride.

“I’ll bring her the moon and the gems from the sky”

“I do”

“I do till I die”

Tightens

the pale soft valentine.

While potential futures

are    ceased    in    a    spine.

Groom laughs while his friends weep

“Why…”

why.

Why.

While he lays down his deceased bride

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~Mme. Media...

( The nights are cruel, very fucking cruel)

The Fourth.

I just want to see the looks on their face. Creating underage alcoholics and sparking up old ones since 1818.

may post a poem up soon..dunno

CoreanPsycho: Kurt Vonnegut, this motherfucker told the fucking ending in the beginning...
virgin vacancy: welcome to literature, nigga.
CoreanPsycho: that was a nice oxymoron
Corean Psycho: Literature... and a use of word "nigga"

Currently Listening Impeccable Blahs By Say Hi to Your Mom see related

When I stepped instead of fell.

If the sun refuses to shine, I don't mind.

I've always had more views on certain things, especially when it came to love.

I don't believe in it. I cannot see the love between a man and women. Possibly because I never felt it, but I believe as if 'at the time' you can love someone...but when things turn sour. Pick your clothes and your heart off the front yard lawn. I think its shit; I find romance to be dead. & Only why because there is no two parts to a story now a days. We are the new breeds of independent magicians dance around in the discotheque and we pick around our mate. We take our pick, like picking out produce.

I've always viewed myself highly, that I cannot be classified as a high school romance. Since, I find shame in placing a building over a foundation. (I see the connection stfu.) I don't see the word as 'college' friends or 'high school' friends. To me it’s just a fucking building. A fucking time in your life that you placed too much damn hype in.

I wanted to be unforgettable. I wanted to be someone you think about in 10 years and question "man, what happened..." I wanted to be special, someone you’ve never been with before. I wanted to be that sweet taste in a bitter mouth, so lovely that you’ll always remember.

I believe in company, and overall connection and affection between people. & I believe that, that can never die out. It can never fade off until the sorrowful wind, or be like a random train stop, always changing. But, that’s me. & Not the people I date.

 But I figure, that I'm the type of person who 'loves' or rather cares unconditionally. I don't really expect that much in return, and I kind of leave myself out there. Open and dumb, trusting them, believing them and caring for them. I feel that I am connected. Hooked up and wired, attached through a series of numbers. Never seeing them ever leaving, never seeing them as high school at the time. But, Always seeing them, naturally beautiful. Open and daring, standing right next to me.

I stepped into ‘love’ but I didn’t fall. I loved him as I loved a best friend. But I wasn’t loved back. I was considered and I was labeled………..sigh. Branded. Softly discarded and lightly remembered.

~Mme. Media

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