Angsty Scribbler

I write stuff for fun sometimes (but feel free to make requests) :)

[honeydewrowe]

Addled

Distortion of the motion hiding underneath your eyes

Purple slips in green and now I'm left half blind

Tripping between realities long enough to grow spine

Falling out of fantasies that were never even mine

My visions ever clouded from the dulcet haze

Rejection screams acceptance unless I ran far away

Losing blears from wanting and everything's a waste

Can't rely on colors but I've learned I hate the taste

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Priorities Imagined

When ink stains a marred page will you think it profound?

Do you ogle at the sight of summers yellowed and reddened death?

After girls scream do you listen so intently as to hear their next sound?

When glass shatters do you let it sink deep past your perfect skin?

Once its dark do you bask in warmth of the candle light?

Do you eat your apples fully and wholly, down to the seeds and stem?

If something's ever wrong do you beg for it to turn right?

And long before you started did you wish to have stopped?

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Relationship

Unthinking and foolish we're one in the same

Don't throw your lot in with me

Anyone could ask you what's my biggest shame

I know you'd know what it'd be

Nothing the same not a spot on our face

You stole but space in the womb

And though it isn't a race we both lose our pace

Staring at what seems to loom

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The Turning Of A Worm

When the meek raise their head

When the hungry toss the bread

When the beautiful shed ugly tears

When the brave admit their fears

When the silence screams out loud

When the lonely forms a crowd

Then you'll see and truly pray

Then you'll know you cannot stay

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Bile

Sometimes I start retching at the thought

Fingers down my throat; I still taste you

It's sick and it's sweet and burning hot

Throwing up is all I can do

Sometimes I kind of like it though

Sugar seeping down my throat and heart

To sweet to swallow or say no

If I let it sit then the agony'd start

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Lazy Beginnings

Sometimes all I can hope for is another night in your bed. Not for whatever may happen in the night really, but for the morning after. For how soft you look under peeping sunbeams. For the mere inches seperating us under the same blanket. For the warmth etching itself from your skin to mine. For the tranquil look in your eyes when you do finally wake up I live for being the first thing you see in the morning.

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Rose-Red Tints

I cherish the memories golden and untarnished

Pictures in boxes with little faces

Old messages still hearted

And gifts never thrown away

But when I see you I hold my breath for five seconds

Long enough to see through the red

Love and hate so thick

I have to turn away

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Long Night

The rain whispers while lightning screams

The dust won't settle until you rest

A nightmare from heaven equals 5 dreams

So cover your ears and hope for the best

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I'll Make Do

if I cannot love you gently

Then I'll love you hard as stone

Tough and not quite friendly

But you won't have to be alone

And if in the night you cradle me

I'll play as soft and beautiful

In the morning light you'll see

But for now I know I'm useful

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Sidelong glances

Comfort weeps lemon dropped tears

Aside her company, soon to depart

She whispers into unlistening ears

And ignores the pittering heart

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A Sickly Creature of Want

When desire sprouts once beady eyes

Mellowed down to softened stone

Do you wonder if it'd been unwise

To starve it down to bone?

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The Seconds Before the Other Shoe Drops

Moments looping on forever

Time that forces to remember

A flash or spark; blinked away

A breath held in hopes it'd stay

An hour that's soon to be gone

Still, nature's clock has yet to have won

A precious reprieve to be adored

A chance for thoughts to go ignored

A place where pain won't exist

Somewhere blissful to aimlessly list

Less tangible, more something to feel

Two steps behind so the present's not real

Towards the end is when to fear

When something unstoppable is so near

The shadow hangs visible over your head

It was always coming- or so you said

It's the panicked anguish of a second too long

It's the thud of a shoe and condemning of wrong

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Missing You

You are an echo of redemption

The arrogance of a half-truth

Your words aren't worth the mention

They rang louder in our youth

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Breathing

In and out and round the bend

The pain it brings is hollow

Hot and cold and yes and no

Choke on it and swallow

Sweet and salty gross and clean

You cannot do without

Holding long and hoping short

There won't even be a shout

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Questions of Your Being

Are you the shadow of the sun?

Do you shroud yourself in mirth?

Are you living less than haunting?

Were you made this way at birth?

Do your screams give way to whispers?

Have you truly ran away?

Are you losing time that wasn't yours?

Do you ever have any say?

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My Heart Still Skips a Beat

Don't you catch me begging

In the seconds before the shoe drops

Never again will I seek refuge in rubble

In the catch of his voice and cadence of laugh

Nor the place housing poorly hidden miseries

Don't let me say another misguided word

To the one who still holds part of my heart

Never again will I live in his good graces

In handcrafted smiles and unprying eyes

Held by hands that warm and scorch alike

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Gifts of Winter

Colours without a hint of synchronization

Summer breeze, two steps from the door

Seconds of preparation, only just fleeting

And your drawings, near the bin (on my floor)