Metr!Male / 24 years old / Cancer / USA
College Student, Military Brat, Intellectual, Sophisticate, Writer, Poet, Musical Activist, Social Theorist, Vessel, Channel.
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I can be him... your plaything, chiseld plastic. Your dream guy... my detachable limbs gymnastic. Me that dude... stuck white smile, size elastic. What you want... an empty man, clothes fantastic. -composed by Metr!
My love is scarred and frayed, it is my armor. My shield of protection, from bombs on my harbor. If it isn't all soft and cute, don't hold it against me. I wear it in battle to fight the enemy. -composed by Metr!
I've no right to expect jelly beans to be left uneaten, Or for my place to be kept when I've left the trail so unattended, for longer than I intended. - When my body enters a room for the umpteenth second, And my pages remain unused with a presence un-bec...
My roots always feel dug deep into dry grounds while cold winds push a shifting mass of semi-friends around my solid stance without my consent; And without asking me if they are burdening me by coming around in the first place. - I can feel my heartbeat...
I'm crawling through the thorns optimism on my shoulders, they prick me and draw blood like bleeding wounded soldiers. - Each shard reaches out to break and spill my life, like a sacrificed lamb i'm gutted with a knife. - Place trust in a flower a trust m...
1st: Plums Beyond the two-sided glasses is a world full of color, more than the duality of the sky and the blood. If the mix and mingle and they blend with each other, you could remove your eyes and see the plums. ---- 2nd: An Invention of...
1 I know you'd rather be with that Emily girl with her hair and all, and sexy, raspy voice making you feel so tall. 2 You give such attention to her eyes never my claim to fame, despite our difference in looks we ...