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Vivian Ienello Dec 2013
The vibrating feeling you get when in a trance of contentment, where nothing contaminates your brain, with false allusions of what to be. You hold selflessness within your heart and soul, where debility is non-existing, just sitting out of the ring. Where the roots of bitterness are snipped, because the branches were begging for mercy as to they were betrayed. You smile towards the sun waiting for infinity, and a gasp from reality. The meaning of life lies between your eyes, maybe you see it as a disguise for self contentment, but just accept that it’s happening, and you shall be happy .From the beginning of time to the gates of hell, this is where we all dwell.
Vivian Ienello Dec 2013
You take up all the s p a c e in my head


                     fragments of you, in there, till I’m dead


                     I want to wrap my arms around you


                    like the mist surrounding a mountain


                    or the earth beneath the sea


                    and the way you look at me


                    is enough to make the stars **shine
Vivian Ienello Dec 2013
I used to pray to god, but he was never listening

everything felt so distant

and nothing seemed to change

sitting on the window frame

feeling shame, for cheating the game

I used to speak aloud but no one would ever listen

so that’s why I became so distant
In this human petting zoo

with fictional delusions of faith

where we think we can save ourselves from fate

but in reality it’s already too late

I used to pray to god but he would never listen

I used to pray to god but I felt so distant

all these people

with their deluded allusions

of a man who said he can create the world.
Vivian Ienello Apr 2013
Things once known

are long gone, in your old room where you left your soul

nature makes you love

growing up kills it

  but you get the thrills of it

    the thought of being all alone

      you don't notice the damage done

       along the ride of this so called life
Vivian Ienello Apr 2013
At first there was that spark , the feeling of euphoria

But you have disconnected from me, betrayed me

  When all I wanted was love

      Just full of lust, no luck
  
          **Romance
Vivian Ienello Apr 2013
You go down the streets you have once know, feeling so alone. A Cornucopia of thoughts like a tide splashing your brain causing riptides in your thought, you rip out the sutures of your heart so you can feel again, being sad has never been so pleasing. Is it in you? Do you have what it takes to be that person you strive for? Is it hard? Is it hard? You think you’re worthless, you think you’re done. Tangents go off in your brain causing you to go insane

WHy do I think like this why do I think like this

Being sad has never been so pleasing, never been so pleasing being so sad.

Tangents going off driving me ******* insane
WE have wooden eyes, we have rusted bones,
WE have wooden eyes we have rusted bones
broken bones and vacant eyes.
Vivian Ienello Jan 2013
Pills, they are supposed to make you happy right?

Have we lost our ******* minds?

Being controlled by milligrams

they say it will help you

but it's just feeding our addiction
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