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What the flying fuck is with people insinuating shit when it comes to me?



"Have a good convo, later."



Are you fucking serious?



When I am busy, I say so. When I am not busy, I am fairly talkative.



The very idea that I could tell you to fuck off and that I don't have to explain shit to you IF I were to be fucking busy elsewhere, is understood. So why push me to the point of me ever having to say it?



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Is this jealousy like a motherfucking theme this month or what?

Almost like I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight. 7 hour shower... thus far.

Sighs



When you really want something, and nothing and no one is actively opposed to you having it... you'll always find a way.

Listening between the abyss of music and the lull of silence, the ocean seems vast. What is it? What's in it? Why is it so large? Why does it rage to knock me from the shore? It leaps beckoning my body to enter it. Should I?



Thoughts are the ocean. What do they want of me? The beat upon me, to and fro, soaking me with doubt and fear. Why do they make what is eons away seem so near?



This beached world is my jungle no longer. I tiger Slain, just pace; A somber pain in place of my hunger. My paws? Might ache. The hollow growl tells. My whiskers should linger, beyond time like this odor I smell. Stale, gone nearly but surely done. The beach washes in. Another... quite like me, just one. I near it, its fur mangled, molded and calmly. It lay there, breath gone, I paw at it once, my gods what have I become? I shake my head and body at the realization. That's me. This sordid depletion of tissue to be. What cruelty's behest gave my figure such torment? And what in the world possessed this tiger to dive in the current? But no, the water does not gash. What creature in depths would so slash? My body is murdered, my body here lain. What power hath the will do embark to the shores of my being. What source and what cause pray isn't so simple and plain. I teeter and circle my body, in thought. I whip my tail solemnly, as I look at me; Slain.

~Calming Kind Rage~



Blood may trickle

Grave may deep

Safe my heart's sound

next to those I may keep



Strangers attract

and funnier than that

is that friends attack

lacking every form of tact.



Truth may fickle

skies may seep

Safe my heart's sound

next to those I may keep



Your bite I have

I'll be careful with that.

Your smiles I learn

next to the spacing of fact.



Hope may little

Lies may brief.

Safe my heart's sound

next to those I may keep



Death knows me better

with each passing day

Safe is my hearts sound

as it pulses away.





The truth lies torrent

within my heart you can't view

Insanity. Craze. Crying in torment.

List my blessings? Why? FUCK YOU.



My anger it seeps through the world of the living

as my skin lies in ruin, and I hate myself breathing!

I'll hate all of you for the love you all faked.

And I'll stand o'er your bodies after having you staked.



Do the pretty rhymes make you smile

do they make you feel better for spending the while?

I'll pour out my thoughts, like the river of blood

And you'd watch me bled dry, with no remorseful thought.



I started this feature with a calming sort anger

but it would seem failed, as my rage wins the gander

I may hate too much for you fools to feel good.

But I fucking fuck dare you to answer is there love where you stood?



I don't know what's opened these floodgates within me.

This hating, this loathing this heart wrenching envy.

But I do know that this.... this just may finally free me.

So cleanse my heart of the morals I sang.I mean Every.



So I'll practice myself into loving what's near me.

so fuck you... your lies and your reasons.

spare me.

But no. Oh no no. Where the fuck are you going?

You're not getting out so easily after my blood's begun boiling.

You're in my mind now, you're in my head.

You'll forever be my lessons, that's why you are not dead.

So sit! Good girl. Stay! Good boy. Right the fuck where you are.

The scars I now carry prove just how brutal you were.

Aww poor me. Let me stop licking my wounds.

The point is my anger fortifies the strengthening tunes.

Ones that I hear with every kindness afforded.

Towards me by randoms who don't check if they can afford it.

They are the one this really is for

appreciation, praise and maybe a little more.

They remind me I can carry everything, if with but a smile.

even if they stay only a while.



In this shitty universe of destroyed existence

The kind kiss of a cute one, quickly, makes in it all the instance.

and safe the shards of my heart are

next to those I may keep.

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xxSEXYxx
23:18 Jan 09 2017

That was really deep, Slain. All your stuff is deep, but this especially. I could feel the anger and rage line by line. I could feel the relief at the end. Amazing work. Thank you for sharing this. :)

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The list of things that I'm not fond of is long if picky, and short of moral.



Getting called a liar is about third from top.



sighs.

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GatsunoKisu
13:32 Jan 07 2017

I feel the same.

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It's strange how telling the truth can be so liberating yet cumbersome.



You don't have to carry the memory of what lies you've told, but you have to carry the weight of the guilt others put upon you for being honest.



Eh... I know I'm strong enough for that... so... it's worth it.



What's it worth to you?

Rocksmith on the computer... color me giddy.



That is one of the most expensive game pads I've ever heard of. hahah. Geez.