huckleberrie

roses are red but then they look as good as dead

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  • huckleberrie 22w

    Trapped inside

    Release the fear of being too much we come from something bigger than life, do not play small, what a fool you are.
    Vanity be my shield and ignorance my armor to reflect upon life and all it's random injustice, memories can be vile and repulsive. Memories, we can't live without that's what we are based upon if we can't face them then we can deny the existence of reason, there is no sanity clause. I've been wondering how can we be tied down to rationality if we can't oppose to actualization a deformed set of values one stretch away from freedom.
    Hi how are you doing?
    Am depressed thanks for asking
    See I have long time ago decided to stop lying and giving in to their needs, so if you think you can't handle me then it was aweful meeting you
    You gaze upon me most strangely
    Why shouldn't I, I keep on analyzing all the contractually tied relations in the way of hallucinations where the screaming is unbearable and locked away all the dreadfully deeds that seeds through society, growing roots. Madness an emergency exit a path only to be chosen by absolute mistake ambiguous misunderstandings.
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  • huckleberrie 24w

    Hard White

    *guy: can I get your number
    *me: ooh my favorite number is 3
    *guy: no I mean your phone number
    *me it's a Samsung S2000...
    *guy:Are you stupid?(pissed off)
    *guy's friend: dude chill out
    *Me:Since I met you, yes(nonchalant)
    *With a growl, guy wraps his hand around my neck, choking me
    *Guy's friend: you are gonna get us in trouble, let her go man, she's not worth it
    *me: oh but I am. I let my guards down, my neck was open wide, now your fist is wrapped around it. Go ahead don't pause, maybe you might get a number out of my dead body.
    *tense silence as we stare into each other's eyes
    *with an expression less face he lets me go and walk away
    *Guy's friend: are you crazy, he could have killed you
    *me: why would a man try to kill the one woman who matches his insanity
    *guy's friend: he likes you
    *me: I know. Give him this message I said as I watched the guy disappear into the dark.
    • Roses are red but then they look as good as dead, such bright savage tragedy, Another living soul starts to cower when the earth tremble with the power, under the bridge the invisible life outlet resides, a bottle rusted with space I cannot stress enough this point I'm about to make dealing with this bargains transacted between a quintessential embody...... tell him to meet me for more
    *Walking away from his baffled expression
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  • huckleberrie 24w

    Cruelest mercy

    A bottomless pit of hatred that could go on forever. with everyone rushing to rejoin the hell's citadel, it's getting hard for me to unite with all the stars that are getting closer. My illusive emotions killed me more than pain ever could. I ended up being a monarch's butterflied befriending burdens, souls at a thousand trek screaming in horror and agony, how we convinced each other of our insanity by staying sane, like an addiction you say it tortures, what's the point of fixing a corrupted soul. How I wish to be close to you, a picture of layered misery. I was shouting for love, in the dead's deaf ear which echoed my voids, shame on me for loving a human heart, possibly deja vu. Dead to be awoken, punished for a weakness of heart, the most evil diseases hell could send us calling it love
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  • huckleberrie 25w

    Cruelest desire

    The number of paint coated on my name can't compare to the milinaire of years you left me to mummify under the heat of the hell you built for yourself beneath the silence night's moon light. Lost in this feeling. Imagine my reaction when you reached out and ripped off my heart from it's cages beating slightly, screaming to be put back in it's only home. To be baptized in the fire fueled by my desire ripped upon pages of the holy book and by that I mean were all your nameless thought were written down to be kept secret, don't worry your secret is safe with me, a couple of silence after you call my name might be whispered through moments of forevermore.
    To this day here I lie on a tomb of my making, the power to release me is with you but, here the key I hold for hope it will arisen and clandestine fruits harvested for a ritual of desires
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  • huckleberrie 25w

    Antisocial

    Having to deal with people is just too much

    All the rules and regulations just don't adapt/add with me
    Leaving alone will be better, or best not living

    Yet another reason to rule me out as mentally ill

    A place were non of that exists. A place with no rules.

    I don't mean to come off as rude or arrogant. I just don't want to come off at all
    I rather do a computer than a human.
    I feel disgusting, I feel stupid. I don't know what to believe in anymore.

    Sometimes it's really hard to not give a fuck.

    I guess I am antisocial
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  • huckleberrie 27w

    Wound Up

    I don't know how many tears will fall before the rebirth
    I wish I new how many years shall pass before the bye earth

    The plants shine green, the flowers blossom, it's spring over the rivers stream

    The shadows look mean, the dark fierce and warzone, it's weak and yet the thunder screams.

    It used to skip so merrily, now it has to tip toe carefully, I hope it don't bury me, but it stops and regard me wearily
    It's a lock for it dreams tucked between a scar in it's ribs, kept in a jar hidden in my keeps, for like bees it bites when teased
    A passion so bright burns it alive, but as fast it worns it alike and yet it builds a hive, and resides
    I call it an it for it has no name
    I call it an it for it's identity untame
    For those who wonder it will not live under
    Time those flies but it never dies
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  • huckleberrie 27w

    Escape

    Books provides an escape, a place to let my mind wander free and find friends. Not real
    friends, but friends I could care about without having to commit to. Once I had opened a
    book and read its pages, those characters could never be taken away from me. Even if
    the books were burned, they would still live on in my mind. They couldn't die or betray
    you, friends on paper proved much more lucrative than real ones.
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  • huckleberrie 27w

    Sweet dove

    Love is love until it turns into hate
    Which will lead to like and open the gate
    The tower so high collapse when hit hard
    So goes my heart, which reminds me of the bard
    You sang of how to lose is to love
    But I contradict, love is a losing game my sweet dove
    Enough about love it brings unwanted memories
    The silence after you call my name is the most beautiful song to my ears, oh what harmonies
    let's make some theories
    Of how you look away, in the daylight
    But then you call my name in the night time
    Beast pass by mortal being, no such luck
    Immortality I don't, so I watch the clock
    When time comes we will be at war
    My conscience and heart will be so far
    In struggling I dare when it transpires
    You my sweet dove, you will always inspire

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  • huckleberrie 27w

    Sweet dove

    Love is love until it turns into hate
    Which will lead to like and open the gate
    The tower so high collapse when hit hard
    So goes my heart, which reminds me of the bard
    You sang of how to lose is to love
    But I contradict, love is a losing game my sweet dove
    Enough about love it brings unwanted memories
    The silence after you call my name is the most beautiful song to my ears, oh what harmonies
    let's make some theories
    Of how you look away, in the daylight
    But then you call my name in the night time
    Beast pass by mortal being, no such luck
    Immortality I don't, so I watch the clock
    When time comes we will be at war
    My conscience and heart will be so far
    In struggling I dare when it transpires
    You my sweet dove, you will always inspire

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  • huckleberrie 28w

    Happy place

    There are three types of scars
    Two ones none too deep, the other count on it to scar
    For like"if" it stays, and "if only" will lead to scenarios in my mind and nothing else to apply, leave me broken and sad, none too happy to comply.


    Where is it I wish I could name it,
    Where is it I wish I could place it.
    This feeling "might have" only been in my mind, then forced upon, no wonder you ran, but yet filling up the space in my chest, I thought you were dead.
    But you're just a ghost
    Old and rusted covered in moss,
    That's what it looked like at most.
    Why did I ever make a fuss.
    Such sad eyes, mouth full of poison I crave.

    Nobody knows, and I will renegade the walls someday,
    Sorrow in the faress path, shifted faraway.
    Faces in water reflecting what could've been.
    Where I belong, this time I've been lying to myself, nobody knows.
    Take me home alive, I'm done in search of my safe place.
    Nobody knows where is it, my happy place, the walls are falling apart, until then I will renegade with the world.
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