A flow of energy that makes a person whine
Intelligence that comes with time
Will you be my price?
I think I have forgotten this twice
But...
But...
But...
Don't stutter till you know your mice have been counted thrice
Christ,
How did I manage to become your torturing device?
I lead you away from all that brings you pain just in order to bring it back again,
To throw your worries out the door
Just to bring them back again, once more
Your flow of energy makes a person climb
To the tippy tops of the sublime
Will your words be my rhyme?
Well darling, as you said, all in due time
B-
B-
Bu-but
But nothing
Your sin is the crime of making up excuses to climb the ladder of affliction
Of course, with diction
You have no shame maiming yourself in that way
But that's okay because I'll be your remedy, who gives a crap of what they say?
What do you predict of me?
I can forsee your everlasting black sea
Of
Pleas
And trees
Will you climb for treason?
Or do you really need a solid reason?

This poem is calle Angel is Just another word I have for you so as not to disillusin your confusion

A punch to the gut
Like kicking a mangy mutt
Tick, Tock, My mockery clock
Seeing you in pain
Makes me clench in shame
But you make the pain go away
Kick, Block, I think I've found my rock
Kiss, Kiss, you make me miss
You kiss my cheek and I become meek
What fun you do to make me seek
As I lay here and become an antique

This poem is called Child's play will never be the same
Crystal meth of the mind,
Pain.
Beyond years and years of one second frame,
Pleasant wreck to set time,
Frozen.
Predawn fears of fears who thinks you're the same,
I'm beyond words of shame from this game you have so pleasantly predaned,
A mock of your scrutiny protruding through you're...A-hem, brooding. And how dare you preclude your judgment. Are you vile or just in denial?

This poem is called High On Pretty Expectatios is just another word for a lovers' quarrel

A peace with in a piece,
A call of hate and love all within,
Such a tragedy, only to be called a sin,
A lithe of remorse that is simply gone with the wind,
But everlasting,
Never lasting the grim that falls with in.
Fierce lies that begin to bind,
Pierce without the focuse mind's eye.
Levity to cure the blind,
Retroactivity from such lovely swine,
How many definitions?
Or is it justa fixed postion?
The Phantasmagorical...
Incosolable
Unemotional
Horrible
...but, plausible create such fate that is nothing more but a mere soul mate.
A two faced swine who could never make a dime unless its wine was served on time,
Thus the reason why your season is beyond pleasing of any kind,
A-bra
C-a-Da-bra
I'm the undead doll that hopes beyond the Pope to be described with melodramatic vibes.
So sickly,
Are you with me?
To find the chime that makes the rhyme to show how you
Tick tocked
Your hickory dock
All over my childhood dreams,
What a mystery.
You did a fine thing explaining hope to me.