Netcees - Vent

I will edit a few more into this then I'm gonna finish reading that link you posted lol..

" Never seen."
Been a minute. Read it, or not. 1.

The words don’t exist. Hurt’s so perfect it’s sick.
If Looks Could Kill? HERs is a murderous glimpse.
It’s curtains, it’s quits. SO not worth it ta’risk.
So further I dip until I’m submerged in abyss.
It’s constant struggle. Superbad. Lots a’trouble.
Drawn in IF’S & wishes just to watch it crumble.
One thing to want the rock & have lots’a muscle.
Another to get a shot, have the rock, & fumble.
Game changer. Makes best friends into strangers.
Love is a battlefield. This that eminent danger.
I knew at first sight you were just as eccentric.
Didn’t guess the first kiss’d be fuckin’electric.
First? It was week one, now it’s the next.
Another week goes by w/o my mouth on your neck.
The sound a’your breaths haunt me still now that you’ve jet.
As does: Hfdsadsghflkhl! Written down in our texts.
Ever been crushed? ..me neither. ..that was a hypo’.
I didn’t mean to ask.
That? ..was a typo,
I’d rather:
Love you than lose you but you prefer opposite.
I was too dumb to turn toe. Move w/it-walk w/it.
I knew I should’a dipped instead of coming back in.
But I couldn’t help myself, I let you crush me again.
I hate to ask it, but? The question exists.
What in the FUCK kind’a friensdhip is this?
At it intense. WAS walled off, I’ve added a fence.
Recluse. Never seen. ..now? That’s a defense.
Something Wicked This Way just crashed it & left.
Have to ingest, it’s fly? It abandons the nest.
Thrown away. Dropped. Tossed into space.
You forgot, that when you drop something it breaks?
Look at the pieces. Freed as they’re cut from the cake.
Stuck in one place like streams not runnin’from lakes.
Enough w/the rake. Change. Leave it alone.
Just another glass house that’s in need of a stone.
The air is poisoned, so beware of your breath.
If they can’t kill you they try to scare ya’ta death.
Life is a climb. Here, lemme’spare you some steps.
Very few people you know’d REALLY care if you left.
I hate this month. There’s not much I hate this much.
Faced w/such a memory that nothing fades to dust.

Blah.
Recluse,
..ghost.

"Line up the blade"

Just killin'rust. Random BS. Read it, or not. .1.

Not too drawn ta'blondes? ..but I'll crush a brunette.
KILLIN'tha jeans. Doin'big things up in those sweats.
Hand? 1/2 under your head, half under ya'neck.
The type you never get drunk enough ta'forget.
Heartbreakers. I only like the bad ones.
"The Beautiful Ones, they hurt u everytime". And 1.
This? TOO foul ta'stay fair. 'Cluse sound is daymares.
Haunted by my mind & the endless scenes that play there.
It's madness. ..& not that I'm sane.
Sold on dreams that died & I'm not tryin'ta pay.
Soul's on scream. I. Need a way ta'silence the pain.
Be lyin'ta say I wasn't tryin'ta write it away.
Line up tha'blade. Flow wettest right up the vein.
I put my life into it, drip it right on tha'page.
Written in gut check, Dutch breath, & rough sex.
Just text the number, come & fuck ta'Dubstep.
The dust settle slow. ..we'll probably break stuff.
w/THAT kinda'grindin? Gotta'be brakedust.
The shake's Just right. ..minus Latifa.
Bites of the Snake. Tongue kiss a vial of ether.
THIS violent a fever? Never come back down.
Bring the blood 2 a boil, oh I love that sound.

blah. Recluse,
..ghost.

ESP/ISL

" Art "

Longer than usual. Blah. Read it or not. .1.

Loss & gain. This a once upon I had it then *ghost*
Hard NOT to know what you had? After you have it, then don't.
Co-workers notice I'm butt-hurt, damaged & broke.
I STAY singin'sad songs tho'I can't hit the notes.
Bad that I won't, just? Abandon the hope.
But at the moment it's the only way I manage to cope.
At it like dope. ..shit's got me all week.
All day. All night long. Song on repeat.
All alone. At a place tho'not a home,
Turn on beats-proceede to turn off the phone.
I lost the old me. ..The fuck am I now?
Come back, please. It was like nothin' I've found.
Stuck in a cloud. Feet? ..not touchin'the ground,
You my friend, not just somethin'ta pound.
Was real off jump, not fuckin'around.
World full'a girls, but you crushin'the crowds.
Such a sound. Way you say my name? Bananas!
Make me mad nuts tho'I was raised w/manners.
Damn. ..How the fuck did this happen?
Was much simpler as just an attraction.
Just as passion begin to rock ya'inside?
You'd make this face. :( Look like you wanted to cry.
Fuckin'MISS you. It's true. Not gonna'lie.
In the whip, hand drift to the top'a ya'thigh.
On the late night? ..Look that you got in ya'eyes?
Bottom-line it: Oh my fucking GOD is you fine.
What? Fuck it. I mean? It is what it is, right?
Sick-tight. Way that we did it most midnights.
Clicked right away. From no-one to friend.
Why's it me the joke's always on in the'end?
Broken again. Dark room. Smokin'again.
Holdin'it in don't cut it so I go to the pen.
Snow & wind. I go w/out a hat or the gloves.
Longer I pondered on it? Sadder it was.
Like: why forever after's never laughter & love?
If Looks Could Kill. HER glimpse splatter the blood.
Disaster, flood. Force of nature indeed.
Grab a kayak. Row from shore. Chasin'ya dreams.
Aching's obscene. Sleep is lost, can't breathe.
The Vanishing. Be in a box & can't leave.
That last scream deafening, softly you kill me.
Shit feels like I just jumped off of a building.
Splat! ..bet I'll make a nice stain.
Can't tell if I'm a bad guy or just like pain.
My brain on scatter, pattern of light rain.
Questioning myself. Like,'yo? ..am I sane
Well? Hell is hot & the rest is ice.
Had a few good days & the best of nights.
Guess it's like they say then, nothing lasts.
Just the fact it's true is so fucking wack.
Stuck in that winter, cold & empty.
Art. ..to decorate souls w/envy.