UntitledThis is a poem to my better half, whom I've sought direction and solace. Whose voice freed my inner complexions andUntitled
showed me to love, Whose depth and wonder blossomed the summers
of my soul. Whose glistening cobalt eyes winced in pain as
words weren't exchanged on a bitter sweet march eve. Remember that night, our noses were red as we strolled
into the coffee shop at a quarter past midnight;
how our eyes sparkled and ears rang, how you shyly kissed my hand with your icy lips. How our dreams from so long ago, were finally fulfilled. Remember how we shared that
Where I Am FromWhere I am FromWhere I Am From
I am from moribund factories, Of winding streets and burning skies; From the dust that stirs in the back alleys And the underground. (Their thoughts which shaped me, The faceless people who made me, Their taste, like bitter asphalt against my lips)
I am from the dead garden Outside my distanced front porch, Its leaves crinkled and dirty, Broken roses that only blossom with love. But my mother has lost her will of the heart. From the buried animals, Dug up, dragged out and misplaced From their nameless graves. From a ho
Sanguine SinSanguine SinSanguine Sin
The moons silvery glow, Casts mystically upon the midnight sky Platinum hair glistens As night's silence is broken, with peering crimson eyes
Sinned fingers rest, Clutched tightly upon the branch of a tree The wind gently whispers, As his crimson eyes light up with glee
His ashen fangs drip, With undemined sanguine sin A strong scent of death, Colognes his pale, yet satisfying skin
Blood dries mercifully,
Upon his fingers-trmbling with delight His sadistic hunger setlles As he peers longingly out into the n
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*..::[w.h.i.s.p.e.r]::..*
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"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.” – Douglas Adams Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
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You are all like small hitlers, only against the chickens! D:
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Can't you see that sometimes I need to be bothered? That sometimes I push you away, hoping that you'll care enough to come back and try again?
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"If you don't want to see, don't look.
If you don't want to hear, don't listen.
If you don't want to know, don't ask."
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