Grass is greener; blood is blue

The grass is greener on the other side of the hill; it is told

Blood is blue; when you climb that hill it turns to red

Love; is red

Climb your hill; turn to blue

S=blue/red; my entropic scale doesn't measure

Whose final state can be?

Feed me the blues; leave out the greens

Let the red flow through this garden state

Pen to paper; fingers to keyboard; gun to head.

The bravest make their own accord

I'm allergic to grass anyways

Lord, how tall you've grown.

In a rush, your thoughts are forward-bicentennial.

Depleting your resources for a gain of negative 50 feet.

She was fifty feet tall they say. Raised in the amazon and set free to the city.

Rampage: a play on your brain's station

A monumental and colossal collapse.

Pray. 

Twist yourself.

Break down.

Cry.

Rinse. 

Repeat.

Away

It's all too familiar; to receive ghastly looks

Familiarity; I've known you my entire life

FAMILIARITY; you should know my qualms

But I've peaked at an earlier time; familiarity descends into the Stygian void

FAMILIAR; cannot exist

FAMILY; unconditional conditioning

Who am I?

Who are you...?

Juxtaposed

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for her part 2 (highschool)

Slip into unconsciousness
Dream thy name, thy face, thy structure
Grasp for just one more kiss
The Vitality wrapped in an ivory coil; will rupture

Sands of time appear as water
Warmth enveloped with fragile tender
Collected pigs for the butcher to slaughter
What was had is lost, European Slender

Doubts of the end are more said than done
Control of life is no longer primitive
Wallow in the morning sun
Recite Hamlet; contemplate the limited

There are more than seven wonders;
A world filled with a billion sunders

A poem from highschool entitled: 'for her'

An ode to you; the killer, the crucifier
For you are opaque; bleak in desire
Everything to nothing; cliche at its golden hour
Surrendered, defeated; perplexed, deflowered
Beyond thy reaches; independent decisions
A jungle where madness runs religion
Home to the great Elk Mistress; and the Lion that loathes her
You are the pusher; I am the exploder
A boy named love; a girl named pity

I'm drunk

How unoriginal can a title be,
That's what is expected
From a guy like me

A triplet so simple, so broken, so seen.
I don't deserve
I am rotting; rotting my former self to be.
I am rot, I will kill you
Blatant;simple;infinite