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MadeI made death I created it with my own two hands A clay coffin And then I think What do I want my coffin made out of? Who will make it? What color will it be? Black is too depressing And yet I painted this coffin black Like unsweetened coffee Black coffee is sour Like death Why can’t I make life? Why can’t I make it with my own two hands? This coffin is peeling Cheap, cheap paint But death isn’t cheap But coffins aren’t death Coffins are what we make them Everything is what we make of it We make clay and it will only beMade
by ~Lavendarskies
if i can't have youwhat do I think, when i think of you I think that you, might think of me too goodbyes are painful, but tears are not blue they're clearif i can't have you
but it's not clear, why you must go we sped up the things, we should've taken slow before you leave, you should know I fear
I fear that we, might start to drift apart but if we don't drift, then we can't start a rope kills drift, so I'll tie up your heart my dear
My dearest apologies, no need to weep you won't see it coming, you'll be asleep I'll do whatever, to kill is to keep you here...
by ~Lavendarskies
yellow paperyellow paper on the wall nothing left on it at all will you catch me if i fall or will i fall aloneyellow paper
white-out paste on the floor glued to stay for ever more i think i've felt like this before i think i've felt alone
pencils stuck into the ceiling the paint on it has started peeling wish i could rid of the feeling feeling that im alone
empty chairs in a classroom nothing there but my past gloom i wonder to myself who has whom whom has seen me alone....
by ~Lavendarskies
Days of my Weekmondays are mondays what can you say when true happiness lies five days awayDays of my Week
mourning on tuesdays songs stuck in your head just wish for 10 more, minutes in bed
when days are wednesdays you forget when things are due halfways to heaven homework askew
worse days are thursdays if procrastination rings your bell projects, essays, test tommorow education the living hell
my day is friday when mere hours depict my glee dont doubt Im counting seconds til 2 o clock, Im free
sleep in on saturday &nb
by ~Lavendarskies
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happiness is not having the perfect life, it's stringing all the little things together, no matter how hard that is.
we are all subject to death and desire.
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Hehe.
Lovely poetry you've been writing, keep up the good work
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And if all the mistakes I made and all the pain I caused myself brought you back your freedom and happiness, I'd be out there shooting the system and bleeding for you...
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