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You left me first, i believe No kisses, no embraces, no smiles Silence Hatred We have no hope, i suspect A tear is shed Regret But no apol..

The Virgin Bride sits And waits her turn Like a glassy eyed doll. Face upturned Indisgust.

short and simple rhyme

Yes, I fantasize about you. Your 1970's fro under the dry blue heat of the sun. Side burns plastered to your sweat ridden cheeks. Your glasses glin..

tried attempt to copy the style of a russian fairy tale i read.

Beauty is childhood,Sparkling eyes,And small quivering lips. It is the sound of love,And taste of fear,Cold, hard, and unforgettable. Beauty is sh..

Bloody rags. Mumbling smiles. Soapy storms tumble, Spitting tilted babies Into tortured times. Seize silent nights Of naked navels, Nuturni..

my take on the deep sea tale.

Black. Bruised.Braced. A backbone of brittle brutality.My bones bloodiedby brown eyed blondes.The broken bits busily bonding. My biting bold lips, ..

Maybe if she spoke a little more, i would know who she is. But she stands uncomfortably, with jutting bones, and leftover hair, stealing words th..