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The Line I often ponderThe Line by ~NineMenOnRocks
the line between pity and blame
the line between decision and fate
And which side of the grass I'm trampling
If I cannot get out of bed and you come to see me
Is that enabling
If I cry does it mean you are being too harsh
I often ask God why He made me so strong
And leaves me here crawling on the ground
Unable to rise but my mind still rambles on
This is why simple conversations are difficult
I don't depend on nobody
It used to be
me blind clutching onto the blind
Now I'm tumbling to my knees in the dark
So when I don't speak it is not because I don't have ideas
Just that first I must capture the words
The same


Pavlov O fie, o fiePavlov by ~NineMenOnRocks
What a sorry slave to Pavlov am I
Spinning words like rouge
silk stories
Draining the words like a cyst
A diseased pleasure within my wickedness
and He tells me:
-SPIN THE WORDS POET
and they laugh in your face
And you laugh in the nighttime
You laugh and laugh and laugh
-POET. YOU'RE THE WRITER. MAKE THIS STORY WORTH READING
A fictional fate
Love and depression, they go hand in hand
Like the lock in the key
The golden decree
The cure and disease
Well I took that poison I thought was the medicine
And I slept and I wept
And when I woke I realized
There was nothing to wake from.
I HADN'T WOKEN AT ALL.
-POET!


Crystal City If I wandered too far in my lifetimeCrystal City by ~NineMenOnRocks
And each drink I took was cursed
A good man would bring me to water
While a woman would make me thirst
Not even a drought could make me risk one sip
Out of her aqua morphine drip
You face what it is you dream of
And I'll keep my nightmares in tow
Tarnished pennies on the bathroom floor
Are my diamonds all in a row
Not even a fortune could make me risk one sip
Out of that leaking faucet drip
No no not even a fortune
Not even the thirst
No no not even the coins
For the lies you've rehearsed


Gluttony Gluttony does not define meGluttony by ~NineMenOnRocks
As gluttony did not become me
But selfishness steals as I am
and shows through the corners of a man
I was born from the grave
Of my grandfathers age
And a downhill cart follows gravity's will
Until until
If you offer me birds I will eat them
Or if there's light in their eyes I will feed them
But I will find a way to recieve them
Unto my smooth palms either way
And though I've tried to be good
I still leaned while you stood
And I dont know who it is that she sees
When my reflection looks at me


paper cranes and picket fences i am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences by ~estallidos
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future.
our houses were next door to each other and a white picket fence sep
