words of blue

[Binkie]

If my words are my drugs then why must my soul yearn to be the things I am not...
Whom do I touch with my well-written guesses of love mixed with sorrow….
how does one fill the soul when only bitterness and pain..
lurk there just beyond here in my shadows my seedlings die
my pleasures are smashed
with no end and no beginning where do I lie
filling this void dreaming of the better tomorrow …
what great promise of tomorrow comes
I wallow in my only pity drown in my hate….
Bleed this flesh cleanness my burden only to find another …
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The more you run over a dead cat the flatter it gets...

 

[PiHKAL]

You must think of how your words touch people like myself before you can think of how you feel. Knowing that what you write has such a deep effect on others can only serve to uplift. Stay positive, because you are helping at the very least one person, me.
Peace..
PiHKAL

 

[Binkie]

aaahhh pihkal you see only my shell but thank you for hearing them
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The more you run over a dead cat the flatter it gets...