

My Little Red Birdonce i had a little red bird that i kept in a cage of bone, intricate and ornate, always i would leave the door open so my bird was free to go but he chose to stay with me. every day, my little bird would sing to me, sitting on his little perch in that beautiful cage pouring out his soul through his tiny beak night and day, as if it all were too big for his slight frame to hold in beautiful as it as, i chose to ignore his music. i still cared for him, though,My Little Red Bird
laying out food and water every day like a religion and he'd praise me in return with his music. but later


I Don't Want To Be Aloneam i half empty or half full stretched in all directions by the lunar pull maybe philosophy really is talk on a cereal box and dead are the girls in blue sashes and white smocks but all i know is i don't want to be alone.I Don't Want To Be Alone
found myself here again tonight thinking the stars used to be more bright but maybe their lackluster hue is only due to the all the more glaring absence of you whoever you are i just don't want to be alone.
sometimes i think i see things those out-the-corner-of-my-eye things you're hiding behind colored smoke and mirrors p


Dr. Seuss Would Be Proudone lie two lies white lies blue lies lies lies lies lies accessories to your disguise.Dr. Seuss Would Be Proud
nice lies mean lies black lies green lies lies lies lies lies to your carrion tongue like flies.
lies lies lies lies every shape and every size purple, yellow, fuschsia, squiggly orange spots, six legs and wiggly.
Pyramids, cubes, and octagons With each new lie, another spawns Cut right open, your hair to your pants Your lies spill out-- a parade of ants.


A Slightly Odd Little Poemall the hollow places in my body in my head they pull me from the water but they seeA Slightly Odd Little Poem
i'm not yet dead
water drains from hollow places in my body not my head i may be alive now but my thoughts have drowned instead
i wandered, never thinking til the day i hit my head out flowed no living crimson-- it was water that i bled.


Malice In WonderlandYoure late, youre late, youre lateMalice In Wonderland
Chasing rabbits, such a fate
The chesire cat is grinning
It's plotting your demise
My dear youve started spinning
Devouring such lies
Vomit Vomit Teapots
My dear it's on your dress
Darling Dear the teas hot
And your hair is such a mess
How your eyes are glinting madness
Your smile is all stitched up
Cracked and peeling sadness
Pouring bloodlust into cups
Queen of hearts cant save you
You kissed her anyway  
Devious Comments
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Violet
hello there my friend...
Thank you so much for your kind support
have a nice day
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"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
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I've walked these streets
in the mad house asylum
they can be
where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
on a traffic island stopped
and he raved of saving me. ~Natalie Merchant
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I've walked these streets
in the mad house asylum
they can be
where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
on a traffic island stopped
and he raved of saving me. ~Natalie Merchant
Grazie ! Merci ! Thank you !
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Takk ! شكراً ! Dىkuji ! قakka ér !
Faleminderit ! ءëàمîنàًے !
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"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
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And his body will break and his soul will fly into the night, where the spirit screams, he will leave this world and become a dream..
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