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Life story“Don’t leave this room! Stay inside where it’s safe.” Says mother to daughter Daughter then turns to waif “Now I never can leave.” She whispers with a tear “I can’t go out too, I lost mother dear” So for the next forty years She stays inside Talking to dolls And pretending to hide Occasionally children Will chance to walk by Outside her window And she’ll wonder why “It’s not safe, it’s not healthy” She does not understand What parent would letLife story
Their children roam the land She thinks they are foolish She thinks they ar
by ~pillwar
Employee of the monthA sadistic cycle of khaki dependency Death or reformation to the individual Bring back my pieces of broken personality This philosophy of yours is horrifically begrimedEmployee of the month
Let her clean it off for you, give it a new glow
A fountain of youth that springs from poison Let it fill your face, your lips and your hair The female majority meets the fathers and their sons This distinction of persona is hardly as it seems
Let her be your welcome mat, to wipe your feet upon
Sell me your soul! Sell me your dreams! Built from the chaos in everybody’s crowd control
by ~pillwar
Creating GravesLit a cigarette in 1995 Dead in the earth, buried alive Throwing ashes on ashes Coughing up dust Carry a friend in my pocket I mustCreating Graves
Wherever in space, your version of time Where you can garnish your hatred with lemon and lime Picking at scabs Hacking at devotion Long since frozen Devoid of emotion
Hand grown and hand picked Jail hardened, home sick Copying faces Like children at play Bleeding through lips Unable to pray
Solitude hurts you but it makes you strong When there’s no one worth loving, to tell you yo
by ~pillwar
The SicknessEntirely to blame For fortune and for fame The sickness brings me flowers Like some sort of twisted gameThe Sickness
Family that I never knew “To keep you from being blue.” Twice the friends I used to have Uncles, aunts and cousins too
I am not a fool I know when I’m a tool I know when people use me Because they do it as a rule
The letter that my mother sent “So much time, so little spent By the side of my precious son.” Her ego has no room for rent
I have no little place to myself But thankfully, soon I’ll be on the shelf &nb
by ~pillwar
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