I'm feeling a bit light-headed, oh, wait, that'd be the alcohol,
How many times have I looked out at the horizon blankly now?
It'd be... I can't remember, I never can, only my peers it seems...
Blind people are the ones with seeing eyes and no tangible heart,
Some see that I'm digging my heart's grave in the moist sand,
Others might say that I'm blocking out love's past transgressions...
The weekends are my home now, the sea air and newborn sarcasm,
The love of others is now my commentary, they can see I'm dead,
I'm not the same after you, you were the perfect season, but now...
...Now I'm insatiable.
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Less deserved after the hurt and after the look in your eyes,
I live in my own now, sitting by these rain-ridden windows,
I stare into the blacks and whites as they blur into my greys...
...Monotoned love is what we aimed for.
More a memory that was saturated when I was in your arms,
Not taking things for granted has never been so overrated,
The times call for me to pry them open again and show you...
...Show you the errors of my ways.
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You turn into something so beautiful once I release you from our love in a nutshell...
The awkwardness of the hotel room is just a distant memory now,
Along with your happiness, I only see inside the taxi-drive home,
The silence blares throughout the motions of your hesitating mouth.
It's raining inside, it makes the sex seem less depressingly functional,
We come and go like those plane ticket funds of yours with the months,
Sometimes I pretend to be in love with you so that your lust is justified.
There's an old cobweb in the corner of the room's plain white ceiling,
It takes a while through the ups and downs to see it wafting away,
I wonder where I'll waft away to, where the spider went? I can only hope...
...Anywhere but here.
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"Your eyelids are like atomic bombs blinking on my goosebumps,
Your fingers the diving bells sifting through my hair and collapsing,
Your lips are my confession booth closing all the lies I have spun,
Your love is-"
David's heart has encountered a problem and needs to shut down, we are sorry for any inconveniences caused.
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[COLOR="Purple"]all great new pieces but especially liked the last parts of D'Ya Hear?
will try to write more but now gotta cut up some ice from my walk[/COLOR]
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If found, please return to the slumber of a positive outlook.
What better vessel than that of which the experienced speaks?
He's but the fallen leaves of the rememberance of my December,
Resurrection's overrated, but one could make this lie really work...
I sleep now in the arms of no one in particular and turned tables,
Karma's a bitch they say, and others say to enjoy her mercilessly,
We'll see how she likes being sexually abused, and how she fares...
My dear, dear life, we're both tired, be it best that we sleep for a while?
Turn around and we'll go back to that bad seed and placeless womb,
You'll be the perfect victim, tell everyone of your pathological lying...
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WOW!!!!! 
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Break the spell and yet still here I am in your eyes,
You don't even see me and I can't even touch you,
Bear in mind all that I never did for you, or me...
You said you'd wish upon that star for me, didn't you?
Maybe such realities are best left to this dream of ours,
It can't be real that you're not in love with me anymore...
Now, now, don't blame yourself for the inevitable, dear,
We both actually have lives beyond eachother for living,
You're not even listening and I'm telling this to myself...
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 another beauty
thanks for that
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The amount of times I've have had to sit you down and underwhelm you,
You'd really think that the childishness of your subjective love would die,
Now let me cut open those ventricles and wash away the bad memories...
...Because, my dear, life is good, don't fade away.
Here we go again, you keep jumping to conclusions and bleeding their hearts,
Watch them unite under all of your contortionist spells and pathological lies,
Drown out their noises of fire and brimstone and something beyond all this...
...Because, my dear, life is good, don't fade away.
I'm going to plant these ideas of freedom from one's self into your head, OK?
This will in fact hurt, as it is foreign for you to actually understand happiness,
Now watch as I rip your beating heart from behind those stiffened rib-cages...
...Because, my dear, life is good, don't fade away...
...Don't fade away.
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David's Poetry
