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i wish i had never fallen in love.
love; to me, doesn't die.
it's merely passed onto another person and if they refuse to let it confide within them.
it'll find another host.
i'm sick of it.

amore.

we were sitting in my room, on my bed the only lights were from your eyes
and in their reflection i tried to keep the grin from my face.
suddenly, you leaned in close to kiss me and i swear,
not a single force on earth could have stopped the trembling of my hands.
i felt a sudden pain as your teeth left a mark in my skin,
i felt the pain travel from my neck and run straight down my spine
moving like a train, stopping inside the knotted stomach of mine.
it then race into my lungs and stole all the air from my chest.
i took a breath atop a breath and nearly choked on the air,
my throat was blocked by my heart trying to climb out.
to escape, to finally be with you.
you're the only girl on earth i want to have it, please don't prove me wrong.

falsehood.

like killing a bird with two stones, this is a waste of time.
throwing our hands to the heavens, praying. always praying.
stop selling yourself short.
absolution is not floating in the clouds.
keep reaching higher, your fingertips are still dry.
hanging above us are the great balls of fire.
each so magnificent but blinding.
"look!" cried the stable boy, "god!"
believing in falsehood can leave you blind.
god is not floating in the clouds, god is what you draw from inside.
splitting a river down the middle, fuck it.
i'll swim there on my own.

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i wish i could be poetic right now, i really do.
i'm just too fucking angry. i'm just too fucking sad.
whatever.

vegas.

sixteen years, sixteen years of forcing this bullshit down my throat.
we're birds. this is our cage. forced to mingle with the other captives.
relationships forged, like houses. built on fragile legs and foundation.
a hurricane is approaching and i'm wishing many of you get carried away,
fly away. forever.
grow the fuck up, realise your faults. your house is no stronger than anyone else's.
better suited to a casino because they're as flimsy as cards.
i'm counting the days until i leave this place.
although, i''ll just be travelling around las vegas, i'm sure i'll wind up in more casinos.

/angry blog

mary jane kelly. ~draft

artists carry about their work using many different tools.
a painter, his brush. a poet, his pen. a murderer, his knife.
most choose to stick to a single method. stealing breath with images, words or displays of grotesqueness
but i, i choose to portray my artistic flare over these three mediums.
artworks can encourage many emotions from glee to depression, some even arousal.
that small minority of art that evokes arousal, you cannot be satisfied by simply observing the artwork,
you must awaken the inner artist and train your hands to speak to you, for arts sake.


my finest piece 'mary jane kelly.' how i'd have loved to have hung her upon my wall
but i only took the most important part. i know her love will always be with me.

i'll cut you from ear to ear to ear,
from ear to ear to ear. from ear to ear to ear.
i'll make you smile forever. i'll make you my perfect little angel.
i'll cut you from ear to ear to ear,
from ear to ear to ear. from ear to ear to ear.
my perfect little angel.

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i wish i was stronger, i really do.
i wish i could hold you above my head and shout 'this is it, this is what we've being searching for.'
those wasted nights don't seem so long now.
forever is ahead and it's a long, dusty road.