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Doll Spaghetti Jul 2015
needed something to say before I go
and pass away for a few hours and ressurect the lover again

this ain't the time
to be slain by the tongued daggers from former friends
from the impressionable and the gullible
run, friend
to the warm nation I govern
where all is stable
and I fight on the daily
and maybe then you'll
see
Doll Spaghetti Nov 2015
its only now that i've reclaimed the life I used to live, now with one more

but wait! before you come to implore that your love (which I now live for) has dropped like my ****/death score away from this constant bore of a person i am, then please open your door and hear the lore of all the journeys I had before I met the girl whom lets me snore and pour my store of knowledge on her on my own time and loves me all the same for it

every night I say I love you
whether you hear my message or not
most of the time, I don't type it
after I saw you playing games with someone else, I felt jealousy and fear, and decided to write this instead. good night and I love you
Doll Spaghetti Feb 2018
i've left the memories of our youth behind

i dont know what she hopes to find

in the shadows, she waits for me

for a dream that cannot be
Doll Spaghetti Aug 2018
Once upon a time, there was a restless king in charge.
What could he contribute to write some history?
Gold he had plenty of, but plenty could be more.
So onwards he marched, on reasons quite obscure...

With a blindfold and sword, come deliver us from evil!

Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.
Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.

Echoes of crusaders were heard across the world,
as he fought against the legions sent from Hell.
Shadows of the templars are yet again a fact:

Creeds are cast aside, determination's still intact...

With a blindfold and sword, come deliver us from evil!

Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.
Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.
Doll Spaghetti Mar 2018
never was much of a romantic

i could never take the intimacy

and i know i did damage

cause the look in your eyes is killing me

i guess you are at an advantage

cause you can blame me for everything

and i don't know how i'mma manage

if one day you just up and leave
Doll Spaghetti Jul 2015
i sing a love song for you
Doll Spaghetti Feb 2018
no man should have to bury his child
but this has been my share
the tears i shed run bitter and wild
its a heavy burden to bear

his body feels so light in my arms
his skin is pale as snow
yet his weight feels heavy in my heart
as my sadness continues to grow
Doll Spaghetti Jan 2018
Once there was a little girl, called Little Red Riding Hood, for she wore always that red riding hood. Now her mother had made her a suit of clothing for her to wear, and this suit of clothing had been made completely out of metal. Her mother then went away to stay alone in a little cottage in the woods, and told the girl, “only when you have worn out this suit of clothing shall you come and visit me.” So the girl, nodding solemnly, bade her mother goodbye and set to work to wearing out her suit of metal clothing.

Every day, she rubbed herself against the walls of her home, so that the clothing would be worn out sooner. Every day, day-by-day, without fail she would rub herself against the walls, till her clothes became thinner, and thinner till she completely wore it out. Elated, she made some bread with butter and wheat cakes for her mother, intending them as gifts, and left her house for her mother’s cottage in the woods. Along the way, just as she was about to enter the woods, she encountered a wolf, which asked for some of her cakes and bread. She refused, for it was to be a gift to her mother. Unfazed, the wolf asked if she would be traveling via the road of pins or the road of needles. The young girl replied that she would be using the road of pins. Thus, the wolf ran quickly down the road of needles and knocked upon the door to the girl’s mother’s cottage.

“Who is it?” the girl’s mother asked.

“It is I, your daughter, come to bring you cakes and bread.”

And when the mother opened the door, the wolf killed her, eating most of her. Sometime later, the young girl finally arrived at her mother’s cottage. Knocking upon the door, she heard her mother call out in a strange voice, “who’s at the door?” “It is I, your daughter, come to bring you bread and cakes, for I have worn out my clothing of metal and now come to visit you.” “Come in my daughter, the door is not locked!” But the door was locked, and the little girl had to climb in through the little hole at the bottom of the door. Once inside, she noticed that her mother was in bed. After the long walk through the woods the girl was hungry, and said thus to her mother.

“Mother, I’m hungry, for I have traveled far and deep to this place.”

And so the reply was, “there is meat in the cupboard, that you may consume to sate your hunger.”

And as the little girl was about to eat the meat from the cupboard, suddenly a cat jumped onto the cupboard and told the girl, “do not eat this meat, for this is the meat of your mother, whom has been murdered most foul by the wolf that now sleeps in her bed!” Thus the little girl told her mother, “Mother, this cat says that it is your meat that I am about to eat!”And her mother told her, “Surely this cat is lying, for am I not alive and well, talking to you even now? So throw your stick at the cat and eat the meat to sate your hunger.”

So the girl obediently threw her stick at the cat, thus scaring it off before consuming the meat. When she had eaten her fill, she felt thirsty, and told her mother so.

“There is a bottle of wine above the fireplace child, drink it, and sate your thirst.” And as the girl went to the fireplace and picked up the bottle, a bird flew onto the fireplace and chirped, “little girl, do not drink this wine, for it is the blood of your mother that has been killed by the wolf whom now lies upon the bed.” And when the little girl said to her mother, “mother, there is a bird that says that this bottle of red wine that I am about to drink is your blood, and that you were killed by a wolf, whom now lies in your place!” And thus came the reply, “child, am I not alive and well? So is the bird lying. Throw your cloak at it, that you may then drink of the wine in peace, and vanquish your thirst.” Thus the girl did as she was told, and drank of the wine, till not a drop was left. Now when she had eaten and drank her fill, till hungry and thirsty she was not, suddenly the girl felt sleepy. Thus her mother said to her, “come child, and rest by my side. I would have you by me once more.” And the girl walked to her mother’s side and undressed. Putting her clothes of cotton and wool neatly by the side, she climbed into the sheets with mother, so as to rest. There she saw her mother, looking very strange. “Why mother,” She exclaimed, “what big ears you have!” “The better to hear you with, my child.”

Came the reply. “Why mother,” the girl continued, “what big eyes you have!”

“All the better to see you with, my child.” Came the reply. “But mother, what big paws you have!” The girl exclaimed.

“The better to hug you with.” Came the reply.

“Oh mother, what big, sharp teeth and terrible mouth you have!” The girl cried out.

“The better to eat you with!” The wolf said.

And at that, the wolf pounced upon the girl and devoured her, rending apart her flesh and bone, eating her alive, ignoring her screams.

And thus, the wolf ate the girl, sating its hunger.
jin-roh: wolf brigade
Doll Spaghetti Jun 2015
if i could
could reach the end
there would be so many things i dont understand
if i could
could try again
we could be more than friends
the world we know will always change
Doll Spaghetti May 2018
Those that forever disappear
All I want is for you to talk to me
The way you used to do

Your old hymns don't touch my face
My heart moves in a new place
I am out of practice falling into love

Remember when we used to say
"I don't know" and it was okay
I am going back to knowing nothing now

Those that forever disappear
All I want is for you to talk to me
The way you used to do

If you won't be seen again
I hope you know you were my friend
And in my head the world will never hurt you
Doll Spaghetti Jun 2015
blank faced stone
staring at the lava from which it came
boiling white eyes
crusted, cooling hair
the changing mistress that he once was
her emotions motion the ocean
to break down his defined exterior
and reunite the blue sea with the red lake
for them to create, again
Doll Spaghetti Jun 2015
sun behind the glass and a thorny seat
violent crimes and violet flowers
strangers you know and friends you dont
five hour talks
an old black sock
rainbow hair
risotto and grease
another day gone
Doll Spaghetti Jul 2015
hey man

just came by to tell you that
everything that you hate
everything that you dislike
all the bad memories and evil people
fade away
you dont have to beat yourself up over it
or relive sad events
it wont solve anything

you're alive, aren't you?
remember that
for me
and for you
Doll Spaghetti Jul 2015
thought things would be different this time
that it all started to make sense
that the future had revealed itself

but it didnt

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kendrick, 81's, pride, and ten hours
but really its been seventy two
Doll Spaghetti Sep 2017
a mother and her child
a man and his dog
two longtime friends
out drinking at the hole in the wall
four classmates
cramming for exams together

does my love
have to
have a
million dollar
budget
and a team of
writers
or does it
have to
be a
mutual
agreement

does it come from a shared interest
does it come from unequal concerns

why can my love be a cats head in my hand
why can my love be a fish breaking the lake's surface
why cant it just be left alone and accepted

a tide that always comes in?
a sun that always rises?

coming forth
at 3:30
AM
based on the relationship with my father, the relationship with my lover, the relationship with my best friend, the relationship with my dog, the relationship with my mother
Doll Spaghetti Oct 2018
because its not you messaging me

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