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- Heart of You -
A great and terrible beauty, Casting fire, Melting stones. Her name permanently within, My inkheart, Giving me shadowed kisses. I find myself a graceling, Fighting with rebel angels. She is the foundling, Mimus, She is the sweetness at the bottom of the pie. Read Full Story »
- Fluorescent Adolescence -
Under the sheets, Your red lips, Starry eyed, Explode like a mouthful of diamonds. The electric feel, Sweet deposition, Satisfy my soul. Happiness, found. Head above clouds. You are my space oddity, Spinning like spectrums of the wind, Drifting as a fragile bird. Shining like reflections, When the sun is up. Memory pools, In my sleepy head, Liztomania. Kickstart thrills, Into a velvet goldmine. You turn me on to the idea of growing old, Don’t ever turn the tables. I like you so much better when you’re naked, My foxy lady. Read Full Story »
- Pouring Souls Like Whiskey -
He pours his soul like whiskey, His mind gone, Floats with the clouds. Clouds that darken, Shoots lightening from their depths. Fires catch, forests burn, Blackened, charcoaled. Zeus strikes down upon them, Rage destroys. Horror lives. Selfishness brought him to this, Has it not? We shall all burn. I, myself dying in agony, crumpling into the ground, Dark soil consumes me. My black tears leave imprints in the earth, Momentarily they sit, then disappear, like me. How did this happen, Grotesque human race, Wearing the pretty face of a girl. Blonde hair, green eyes, Deep inside the brutality is seen.… Read Full Story »
- The Splendor of Music -
Music notes float. Skimming above her beautiful face. A face that fades in and out of focus. Music radiates from her smile. They black, when she is white, pale, from endless days out of the sun. Her hair flows. Brown tassels that whisper in the wind. She gazes not realizing her beauty. Not realizing her watcher. He, like her, appreciates the smooth notes, the graceful sound of music. Her whispers entrance him. Her lips barely moving to produce such a sound. They float like the leaves. Floating on ribbons of light. She is small and fragile, a closed lotus blossom.… Read Full Story »
- Kaleidoscope Hearts -
Shards of glass, Gouging themselves inwards, Wedging between pores, Following a river of blood, Riding to my heart. Kaleidoscope vision; Shapes turn, Twist, Bounce, Grow. Body contorting, Bones snapping. Silent screams, Pushing past my split lips. Warm dark liquid drips, Stream after stream, Flowing from my eyes, Blinding me. The taste of metallic, Choking, Gurgling from my orifices. Breath short, Panicked. Fingers grasp nothingness, Closing themselves on empty air, Clenching to fists. Fists that have now fallen. Breaths that have now stopped. Blood that is now dry. Vision now dark. Heart done beating. Read Full Story »