everything you said, every look you gave, every touch, every kiss, all those smiles you fake.
the end of heartache. now i'm letting you go for my own sake.
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When You Wake and Find Me GoneWhen words string together To form a phrase That means nothing like You wish it would.When You Wake and Find Me Gone
When the sun hides Behind a cloud That’s in the shape Of an imaginary animal You once read as a child.
When you speak And no one hears Because you’re all talk, No action.
When the typed word Takes the place Of general verbal conversation.
When hiding between the covers Of a life unlike your own For the purpose of Forgetting.
When photos become A recollection Of a life unlived And the cap


Lifes Little Twists n TormentsWhat’s the point; Obtuse, apathetic, dying breed Of limitless opportunities All led astray.Lifes Little Twists n Torments
Hunt out with our killer instinct To poison, manipulate and digest. Consistently drugged with ill thoughts. This redirection, We’ve fallen, can’t get up.
Children basically need dependants, The human instinct is to care But with variables introduced [drugs, sex, money, power, control] this doesn’t seem so easy. Complications! Complications! We’ve never there to care.
Picture frames fall down, Possession of the house, children and c


ManifestoEveryone’s in a rush and I’m crawling blind with no place to be. I want to be told I’m real and I mean something and then I want to make it true. I want to be able to sell my soul to passersby and to make a shiny coin for my trouble. I want to walk through traffic and come out the other side unscathed. I want to break glasses and threaten people and wake up the next morning in a jail cell and not remember what I did. I want to drive trucks and trains and scream the words to every song at the top of my lungs. I want to endure and overcome. I want adventures with dog and Ben in toe and I want to be the character in the book that everyone responManifesto


Unpaid DebtsPre-programmed nightmares; Dillusions of earlier sunsets And later moonrises.Unpaid Debts
Forgiveness in the form of bated breath, A token well-wish to an enemy. When did we get so easy going?
Winds ricochet off walls and slam doors, Faces drop and skinny girls fly away With branches and leaves and dreams.
A glimpse of a better looking girl But the grass is always greener And window shopping does more harm than good.
Following just five steps behind An imitation of a stronger walk, shoulders back And head looking forth. We’ll be wherever
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MDC
"I guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better?"
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Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd
Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.
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There aint nothin' I had that I aint still got.
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Say What?
- Noir
*deviantduels
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go, mordecai
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Darker nights bring brighter days...
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