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Prisencia Angelus Poem
I miss her so much every single day.
Willingly wanting to talk to her but i couldn’t find the careful words to say.
She’s so easily mistaken for her gentle foul words that she has decided to play.
For they couldn’t hear the softening decayed tune in her voice, But rather so;
Observe how quickly and swiftly a round of choices and bullets can dissolve a touché game of Russian roulette.
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
I want to discover a new way to balance on the tightrope.
I don’t want to push forward,
Nor do I want to roll backwards.
I surely can’t stay in one place for too long as they say,
But who hardly has time nowaday’s to rot at this time of age and wait for the grim reaper to stamp the big red “decay” onboard our faces?
It’s so unusual to walk backwards on my hands near the unknown.
Perhaps moving side to side will sub-due for now,
Until I falter to the choices of my extemporaneous circumstance.
I hate it when a old saying that is so bland & bleak such as,
"What came first, the chicken or the egg?"
Picked and rot out the black caged doves brains so intensively.
I say it was the soul that resided within the body & not the body forming around the soul.
Well of course they would react the way that they did,
After all, they’re impure imitations of false angels.
Without further notice,
If you are only keen to the idea of viewing our redundant self-loathing behavior in a black or white demur for the rest of your lively days,
You’re hurting your egotistical mindset and malnourishing your heart.
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
My dear old friend
You haven’t realized how you’re heart has been faltering to the bitter black sweetness controlling your intransigent tongue.
To whom it craves another loving credulous tongue that you wish to twist yourself
But sad to come & find out, they all blackened as well.
Unable to see through the blurred lines of confusion that you created a loop of loose tied compromises
You bite your tongue swiftly & sharply to find the darkness seeping through.
Glazing your broken sentimental fragments that have been left un-harmed for too long.
Your familiar sweet face has morphed into someone that is unrecognizable & non friendly.
I wallow when looking back at the thought of your stone cold bleak eyes that tell too many tall tale white lies.
You will lay anybody out on the frozen pavement without any remorse or concern
As long as you’re the only one that is out of harms way.
I miss the one I fell so deeply for that I’d change without hesitation as long as there might’ve been a chance to savor what’s left of him.
I hate how you’ve taken his shape
but I know it isn’t my place to say whether or not you should’ve changed.
So I’m here to say for one more last time
Happy birthday my dear old friend;
Till we meet again in a new age of light & that this time you would stay the same & nor change next time
<3
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
When life is on the verge of surrendering to chaos;
Natural order will point you towards a new opportunity, Rewarding you with self discovery.
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
Don’t ever wanna wake up from my
Tangled tender headed, over played day dreams.
Oh my, why did we have to fight?
While all the little ignorant boys n girls,
Wanna enjoy each others loving sea of grief?
I know all parts of you a lil too well,
To be able to forget about your gentle being.
Why did hopes & dreams have to become severely disorienting?
Your awfully tempting n delirious as it is,
So as long as you can breathe the same air as me,
Theirs no way the memories of you
Could ever run away from my poorly indecisive head.
I’ll speed dial the romanticized version of you
Here in this plane of existence that you no longer exist in.
I can sure as hell severe & please you as much as you’d like me too in this awful dimmed lighting my frail minded king.
But you knew all along,
That I was the alluring one in your favorable eyes.
And that this isn’t what you came here for.
As days turn into weeks & weeks turn into months, soon enough;
I started wanting you like the lost sight of what we wanted to really feel from the beginning.
so would you be a fairly kindhearted gentle men and tell me if this is more of an infatuating obsession with wanting to please you so I could be the one and only apple in your eye,
Long enough to satisfy every last ounce of your heart mind and body’s cravings?
Well to hell with it,
I know this just another way of your play-full days of intriguing dealings with other like minded pretty girls that come crawling at the sound of your ringing bell, isn’t it?
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
I wish you weren’t as sticky n gooey like honey.
Your trickery leading me onto a sticky trail of your sneaky contributions towards a forbidden sweet tooth.
It seems half as difficult to control my little monster with a luscious taste for something this savory of a treat.
Do you enjoy making it hard to focus on the tilted painting on the ordinary wall when you distract me to look at the golden frame around the border?
It’s a pretty message with an ugly intention.
While my mind often drifts away out in the open,
Hoping you would direct it back to its rightful consciousness,
Though you never vowed to in the first place.
You love me when I’m vulnerable don’t you?
All of a sudden,
The thought of your arms embracing this unlovable mess of a tramp is just too far unimaginable, isn’t it?
I know that I was falling deep into a black soil ditch but I followed you along with love turning me to a blind eye so hopelessly,
In hopes that my stupid one-sided crush would be returned.
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
Please leave me before I bleed onto you, for you have caused no harm
I’m in the wrong for being a promiscuous angel in my room at night,
longing to wrap her arms around and make love to a particular stranger who has captured my heart like a animal being hunted on the television screen.
To almost have a taste of bliss is to be out of sight
Out of body
Out of reach
Out of reality
It’s almost like a working dream in progress waiting for the corks to be turned and screwed for the game inventor’s pleasure.
And more so like the floating clouds in the sky that day,
The corks flew away from me,
Except they were my forsaken dreams.
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Loosing my sense of words over carefully chosen pictures that have been drawn from blood loss spilt.
The movement is causing my eyelids to flicker to the flame along with the beat of your heart.
Oh why you did it again,
Igniting a burnt out candle wick with your bright being.
I miss your breathe that trailed before your lonesome soothing voice at night.
Couldn’t help but gravitate towards the unshakable feelings of self loathly towards the deeds of the past.
I wantes to help care and heal your fondled cordis.
Why is it so wrong of me to be selfishly in love with a broken boy?
Wanting more than ever to hold you in my safe keeping arms.
Why do I miss someone that sees me no more than a play doll?
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
Heartless beings only seek to feel the damage that they cause to others
Unknowingly, only being aware to see the damage that they have caused.
The eyeless ones mock the most strongest in envy of their abilities to deflect the repetitive back stabbings that they sought to create from misery.
The enemies may stand tall and proud along with their deceasing spirit but
Lunacy tends to creep over their one sided lies while hiding underneath their darkening truths.
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Prisencia Angelus Poem
Thy shall wilt for the blame of the pain put forth onto others that has been caused out of malcontented pettiness.
Soon thy will realize his errors but due to his conceited ways eating at his raw unhabitable consciousness,
He chooses to not come forth to repent for his snobbery egoism that has caused many to fall behind in an endless amount of wallowing due to his lack of acknowledgment from his actions.
His cordis could never express such a vague emotion for,
It does not pump blood rather more so of a void fulfilling masterpiece to hide his efforts to believing he is a better human being.
Does thy even see & feel the way we all see?
A demon in a true disguise that always tries to comprise his dealings with one another,
Yet fail to see another dawn of light to change,
For shame.
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