Withheld Words

My array of withheld words are strewn from my mind in a jumbled format that is alien to most. Just as the way my eyes see what is in front of me is captured within my camera and makes its way to here to show you a new perspective. I hope you can follow my labyrinth of thought!
Jun 3 '12

I have never wanted to kick someone’s ass before so much in my life. If he had gotten any closer to me, I was going to punch him in the fucking face, with more force than the puny-left-hand-punch I gave him. FUCK

Jun 3 '12

Tonight I mixed anger, adrenalin and B Vitamin. 

That caused many moshers to fly,

as I pushed them away from me! 

I’M READY TO DO IT AGAIN!

May 31 '12

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May 31 '12

Carnage

The squeamish should turn away,

because life is about to add some more carnage

to the already huge pile.

It’s cutting me,

and hitting me,

and shall kill me soon enough,

as to relieve some stress off of itself.

So prepare yourself for bloodshed,

and the world takes me down. 

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May 31 '12
*hugs* Things will get better. You’ll see! :)

*hugs* Thanks, and I really want that to happen soon! 

May 31 '12

Please, someone give me some sort of positive light in this dark negative surrounding. 

I’m lost, again. 

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May 31 '12

Positive Vs. Negative

I miss my positive bearers,

whenever they were around,

life seemed perfect.

And now they’re gone,

and negative has attacked for so long,

my defenses are weakened,

and my positive barrier

is being breached. 

Now, 

all there is to do,

is wait for total domination. 

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May 31 '12

Blackening

So young an innocent,
Taken by the dark clutches of death
That taint my happiness
And blacken my smiles
As the world is sucked of all colour.

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May 31 '12

outofstillness:

He is my stranger,

The one who I no longer know

This loss was not a quick one,

It was long drawn out, slow.

He is my falshood,

My greatest lie.

I let him go,

As a cloud lets go a sigh.

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May 31 '12

Cycle

Something seems different,

something is off,

I should have foreseen life doing to to me,

things seems to be getting good in one aspect,

and then another shattered from under my feet. 

I see no point in living in this cycle,

but I’m not going to go,

because I may miss the time when the cycle ends. 

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