HypocriteIn mines in the desert, in minds of the world, In raping of freedom: the devil unfurled, In history lesson, in mem’ry of friends, The present does nothing to prevent the end.Hypocrite
The sticks of bones that jut from ugly cages, The vice of minds that grab their dirty faces, The stifling smog of mass subjective preaching, The fear we feel, see the arms outreaching.
The figures they show us, the figures of greed, The figures we vote for, the figures we feed. The toys that we that we made of them, the oil that they bleed,
The coin that we made for them, the crop that they
The SocialDart to the gun that is blistery fed, Burnt by the future of cavernous dead, Sight in the mind that has turned from above, Rusted defeat runs from infernal love.The Social
Try him and test him but don't ask the why, He is my tracing from dawn-wasted sky, Falls from the entrance and downed to his knees, Nephilim masked as the aspirin-please.
Open the windows to dust the grey clouds, The men and the women are dancing in shrouds, Shrouds to the north of them, shrouds on the meats, Sprinkle with godflesh to forthcoming beats.
Candy-fed, sugar-dead, made-up and swee
Pre-CambioSwollen skies heave leaden rain, The trees are swaying; the wind must be driving through you. Some disturbance plots stars with needles.Pre-Cambio
Yearning for something greater, Pencil crumples, Ash falls upon the page, All that was once there forgotten, Experience worthless.
Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; Stalemate with the universe, Revenge, remorse, resuscitate flesh instrument, Breathes for one sole moment: Asexual,
Gives life to clones.
Where am I?
Hidden within the folds of myself, Parallel universes. The exp
Hellooooo
Wow! Keep up the good work.
how are you?
i've got MOCKS!!!! AHHHHH.. anyway, i think i'm coping.. I've just drunk a cup of black coffee, i think my pupils are dilated.. O_O..
anyway, just wanted to say hello, and good luck in YOUR mocks, you'll need it! you're gonna do great anyway, what subjects were you taking again?
bleh i'm talking crap again lol.. i put up a few new poems, but i've LOST IT! AHH.. anyway there;s one i haven't put up that i really want to.. it's one that kinda marked the end of a period of feeling crappy for me.
i'll see ya when we're back at school.
-neha
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"Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art." Wilde
thanks for the comment on "She was Perfection" and for the +fav, even though it didnt work for some reason.
thanks anyways though.
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my myspace!
` you can leave me on the corner where you found me,
i'm not for sale anymore.
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What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive? - Irv Kupcinet
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Seeya tomorrow!
Luv neha
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"Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art." Wilde
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