Write these words on my arm as you break my heart in half.
Leave me the remains on my pillow so I can mourn humanity.
Do you feel the burn as I kill you in my head?
My car runs over your head,
Over
And over
And over
Again.
Words are spewing as does the blood.
Snap out of fantasies.
Imagination is mans greatest invention.
Allowing ourselves to dive in and out of places we havent permitted ourselves to be,
Since the age of crayons had stopped and the age of opinions had consumed us.
Emerging from the sea of the guilty and the insufferable,
I caress my emotions,
Telling them it will be okay.
They are kept in a toy chest where I refuse to grow up.
Will you be my Wendy?
Traveling the seven seas of our mind we can hold on to the brinks of compassion and sympathy.
Just ride this ship with me.















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...in the cookie jar.
=kazumitsu: "I know the internet has to have an art project where someone collected poop and poored glitter on it."
~draak-shadow: "Yeah, it's called Edward Cullen."
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...in the cookie jar.
=kazumitsu: "I know the internet has to have an art project where someone collected poop and poored glitter on it."
~draak-shadow: "Yeah, it's called Edward Cullen."
This is a wonderful poem. I am in love with Peter Pan, so it made me very happy.
Great job with this.
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