Just Another Artist's Canvas

Say it again
Please
tell me how much
you hate your family

and how much your gifts
from them suck

Your family make the effort
Your family tries

Mine gave up on me a long time ago
well.. the ones that are still alive.

Please just once more
Tell my why you don’t love
your parents 

Is it because they treat you bad?
Ignore you?

Or because they do so much for you
and your too god damned blind to see it

You say you don’t love your parents?

I say grow the fuck up. 

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Something that People
Don’t seem to understand
Is that I’m
Afraid
Of the unknown
And I
Don’t know what
These next few months
Will leave in its wake
I could die
Or be expecting
A family
I could be sick
Comatose?
Who knows
But as for now
Im engaged to a beautiful girl
Who is my everything
And through whatever happens
It’ll be okay
Coz of her.

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If your gonna call me a douche,
An idiot or such.
You don’t know me
And is it such a courtesy
For you to say it
Not under your breathe
(I can still hear you)
But Atleast wait
Till Im not around.

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Is it selfish
To want you so
That you’re my wish
No one else’s though..
And we may shiver slow
In each others embrace
As our breathe rushes at a pace

That the whispered notion
Is barely heard
And through our commotion
Hearts fly like a bird

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Missing

loqui:

There is a hole
The shape of your heart
In my chest

Where the winter wind perpetual
Whistles the minor melodies
Of a ghost

There is an ink stain
The shape of your hand
In mine
Along the lines where
Your fingers would write

There is a frame before my eyes
Where I could see you every day

Until then
I raise a glass to hope
And try my best to see as clear
As you will always make things seem

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Underestimated

secretedsins:

Cunning young sycophant,
dangerous deviant,
hopelessly arrogant —
still, so naive.
You’ve no clue, from the start,
I’ve known I’d play my part,
watching your bleeding heart
drenching your sleeve.
Nothing shall compromise
vengeance I’ve improvised —
soon, now, you’ll realize
two can deceive.

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Preoccupied

aquietjoy:

Half smoked cigarettes

line my ashtray

reminding me of

all the things

I leave undone

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