At first I was wondering what I did, to all the people that I thought where my friends, challenging my bravery with a new life path, I understand they are still relocating their thoughts of balance and light, I have had a break thru with myself, I feel I have become a slightly better version of myself, I wish sometimes they could see or would want to be apart of this huge life change, I will always remember the good old days I guess sometimes I fall to far in my memories and don't allow what today has to bring, I guess I will just hack by myself again like I did before.... ★mfr★
As I see my life
Becoming more and more
There are a few and far
No betweens
It's been a great enlighting experience
Seeing no one at all
It must be this way
Or I feel I would be doing exactly what was killing me
It was written this way
No path is unchangeable
You just walk footsteps of determination
It has lead me to a beauty of life I've never notice or seen up close with my own eyes...
♦Ever since you left, when we depart and say our goodbyes, I always seem to hang a left, when the right half walks the other way, never a steady step on my bumpy ground, sometimes the hurt i feel inside is enough to make me give up on my life, the need to see you, is like the hunger that lead you away, sitting here without you, hurts to think that I could take advantage of my attention not soaking you in, I want to go find you, but no clue where to begin, why haven't you called me, why do I just grin and bare it, I mistake pain for gain, hope for suckers, lies for truth, all I want is you, on second thought nope, I can't stand you, wait
For the grace of my own to left feet, my posture seems to dilapidated my feeble pouncing heartbeat, I'm ferocious, taking the last pill on the face of the planet, sacrilege its a cult wisdom, proper word speak now and forgive me later, i just got bombarded by lightly coded number trails and spiral dimensions..
Today I recognize Im hopelessly tragic, committed at birth, the loss of feeling important, so over my years I grew against anyone that wanted to heart me right, showed time and time again that im not rememberable, hey wuts her fuck is here, to late for anyone to fix me, stepping bomb out of my world, i sabotage myself then go out to find a situation worse then mine, help in anyway I can when they feel relief they strap there jet pack and fall off the face of the planet, until next time they want to acknowledge someone to make them feel alright. I will be here waiting against my will pondering my life...
At first I was wondering what I did, to all the people that I thought where my friends, challenging my bravery with a new life path, I understand they are still relocating their thoughts of balance and light, I have had a break thru with myself, I feel I have become a slightly better version of myself, I wish sometimes they could see or would want to be apart of this huge life change, I will always remember the good old days I guess sometimes I fall to far in my memories and don't allow what today has to bring, I guess I will just hack by myself again like I did before.... ★mfr★
As I see my life
Becoming more and more
There are a few and far
No betweens
It's been a great enlighting experience
Seeing no one at all
It must be this way
Or I feel I would be doing exactly what was killing me
It was written this way
No path is unchangeable
You just walk footsteps of determination
It has lead me to a beauty of life I've never notice or seen up close with my own eyes...
♦Ever since you left, when we depart and say our goodbyes, I always seem to hang a left, when the right half walks the other way, never a steady step on my bumpy ground, sometimes the hurt i feel inside is enough to make me give up on my life, the need to see you, is like the hunger that lead you away, sitting here without you, hurts to think that I could take advantage of my attention not soaking you in, I want to go find you, but no clue where to begin, why haven't you called me, why do I just grin and bare it, I mistake pain for gain, hope for suckers, lies for truth, all I want is you, on second thought nope, I can't stand you, wait
For the grace of my own to left feet, my posture seems to dilapidated my feeble pouncing heartbeat, I'm ferocious, taking the last pill on the face of the planet, sacrilege its a cult wisdom, proper word speak now and forgive me later, i just got bombarded by lightly coded number trails and spiral dimensions..
Today I recognize Im hopelessly tragic, committed at birth, the loss of feeling important, so over my years I grew against anyone that wanted to heart me right, showed time and time again that im not rememberable, hey wuts her fuck is here, to late for anyone to fix me, stepping bomb out of my world, i sabotage myself then go out to find a situation worse then mine, help in anyway I can when they feel relief they strap there jet pack and fall off the face of the planet, until next time they want to acknowledge someone to make them feel alright. I will be here waiting against my will pondering my life...
im not nervous and im hardly sarcastic, im not perfect and im not sorry im drastik, i've got scars from this madness, heart shattered from sadness, apart from everything all i need is just tragic-
all i breathe are my habits, i need to just have it, i think too damn much thats why i need to get blasted, i see the world in such disarray but i know what im lackin', i see the world with such dismay cuz its almost collapsin'-
waitin'... times still hatin'... makin' peeps think i'm likely flakin'... but this venture is just like any operation... don't hate my face hate the situation, it's what you make it... but yeah idk how much more of this i can take, shit...
I fear that its near, its sorrow, to you I pear as a tear I must borrow so asked for tommorws torturous typhoon that'll leave me in ruin resembling the missing peice to the crecent moon. Decent by my beating hearts question, "why so soon?", as I turn to my made up spoon and swollow feeling empty and hollow. To not would be to give in to what follows and feel good, also wich is borrowed. I'll score par though, lit up and scared.. alone .
M.F. PALMER
F.F.F.F.
im a sitting duck crossed with a side of road rage-
cross me off the list dont listen just go away-
i haven't learned any new & different easy methods-
but thats probably cuz i can't manage the capacity to catch it-
im breathless in outer space when the wind is rushing falling back-
the world screams in my face then hits me punching all is black-
theres no advantage to being all but disconnected-
theres no direction and all belief is held in suspension-
the middle of the road, strange both ways
figures we both know, glazed ove
Today the day the reaper comes, the day of black sun the day all comes undone. The day of crimson skies, exempt not to succumb. Weep, wither grow bitter, neither party differs. Worrie, rile, while getting wild remain mild and hold your inner child.
Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting.
I held my inner child again and told him not to cry, for one day you live as king, his response being "there's no love for real men".That I can defend,in the end your mind bends, you see no friend.
Then again?....Agony definitely lended me its company.
I wanted to let you know by TearDropOnARainbow, literature
Literature
I wanted to let you know
my mind is a sea,
uncertain thoughts and hopes and dreams,
and swimming gets difficult when you talk to me,
and i wanted to let you know,
my lips are a book,
dry pages,
creating storys when touched,
and i wanted to let you know,
my eyes are the summer,
always warm i suppose,
at least that's what i've been told,
and i wanted to let you know,
my hair is violin strings,
sad high pitched symphonys fall,
as fingers get tangled,
and i wanted to let you know,
my voice is thick honey,
most think it's so sweet,
but i've never liked the taste,
but i wanted to let you know,
my words are just opinion,
things you wouldn't care to hear
Current Residence: Slaughter County deviantWEAR sizing preference: xsmall Print preference: black metal Favourite genre of music: Black MetaL Favourite photographer: M.F.R Favourite style of art: Gore Operating System: only available offline MP3 player of choice: My WalK MaN Shell of choice: Ninja Turtle Wallpaper of choice: Post mortum pinups Skin of choice: flute! Favourite cartoon character: Jem and the Holograms Personal Quote: Hope is for suckerz and dreams are for the lazy
Favourite Visual Artist
M.F.R
Favourite Movies
Tokyo Gore Police
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Aesop Rock
Favourite Writers
M.F.R
Favourite Games
PEchos
Favourite Gaming Platform
idfingk
Tools of the Trade
Bics,Camel Wides,"Micheal Jordan", A pencil with an eraser and my writing journal
May contain confidential information that is not for one's mind, it's really easy to see your not the one for me, your nothing good not even to breathe, shallow individual and the stupidest widows peak...
Your a geometry problem in a shape of a pyramid. A scheme created by evil itself, I dont know what that means for you but I am tired of your ways of meticulously hurting every fiber of my being. Beating and teetering me over the simplicities of happiness, A quest of unknown super novas and dilated thoughts, un covered, there is more for this life I can almost taste it, but for the population its raw pollution, and negative grieving, Im sober from lies and trust, Im nothing more...
All over again this time I had a far set idea that I would make him see me, not her or the other one, no chance, it only takes me somewhere far away from where I should be, you only you can make me feel this disposable, for the lack of a better life, it could be worse, it could be better, it could be but its not, so get me over this my beautiful drug, take me to the edge of my breath, forgive me if i dont look back or care if I miss your appearance, for I have 7 years clean from the one that drugs me so beautifully...