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Untitled.
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
My stomach flutters with every waking step Of your body toward my own as you drew ever closer My features flush, and blush they may as the sign..
As all engagements become.
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
Wired metal siver ring Clutches at my finger. What have you here, odd stranger? What determines your presense. "Am I a lie here?" He r..
Arachnid on a wire
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
The black writhing much of fear Eliminates the weaving spider of hope Working endlessly to spin the web To spare head from heart From soul. The..
Coitus
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
The moon, her grace, Bears witness to the crime I repeat A sin I cannot dethrone. I have never wanted a god. Who is to say this creeping man is..
Foggy train of foggy mind
A Story by
ZeeDeeVille
"What is going to happen?" The steam train hissed and popped as it trudged on, burdened with my thoughts. I still look at the boy, admiri..
Your Facade, pt. 2
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
We are lions no more. What have we become if not simple wolves? Baying at each other Walking on glass The painted smiles on our faces... the peo..
The moon, her grace,
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
Bears witness to the crime I repeat A sin I cannot dethrone. I have never wanted a god. Who is to say this creeping man is not one on his own? The..
Vendetta Cries
A Poem by
ZeeDeeVille
Love the vendetta rose that cries As she reaches hands twords the sky The blood lined sunset catches her eyes A pain so real my vendetta rose A pa..
I am
A Story by
ZeeDeeVille
What do you do I thought to myself, about my whole life thinking and agreeing that religion was man made [But I am Catholic by baptism, Agnostic at..
Left Cheek, Right Cheek
A Story by
ZeeDeeVille
You gazed at my cheek in the glimmer of the candle and had certainly no inkling of the emotions that tormented my soul; you saw that it was my right..
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