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You're heart shouldn't bethis apathetic towardsthe world,there's so many things tolook forward to,my love,you were once so sweetand had a certain mature innocence to youand now you're so moodyand...
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My skin is decayingto the bone,My limbs arebroken and useless,My voice ishoarse- it's barelya whisper,My senseshave failed,I am weak andit's all your fault.
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You can’t keep treading your approximate hands full of lust upon my skin when your dulcet eyes gazing upon my face are full of love
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You should be here with me in this voided hemisphere beneath the blanket of stars. They’re shimmering off excess star dust and they fall down in specks of azure and violet as if heaven wants to come...
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I concede that I am a mess. I am a massive pile of insecurities, despondence and cigarette ashes. I cannot apologize for the squalor, all I can do is clean it up as best as I can because I like you...
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I could havefallen in lovewith a mysteriouspoet or painter,finding myself losttheir enchanting wordsor marvelous portraits,but instead, I gotentangled in yourawkward yet seductivehesitation of...
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Hanging by a threadon the rings ofJupiter isn’t soghastly when you haveswarms of shootingstars fluttering aboveyour head and youget to have theopportunity towatch them fromafar burst of gases,matter...
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All you have todo is plunge yourselfin the intriguing massof water, then hold yourbreath as perpetualas possible. Yourbody becomesweightless in themist of the exquisitesea. Worries do notsubsequent...
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The fresco canvasallows the coloursto trickle down,creating violetand azure teardrops, mendingtogether intoan abstract,chaotic schemeof an indulgingyet misinterpretpiece of art.
View ArticleRare Beauty.
His rare beauty impends mycontemplating muse andmy eloquent words suddenlysabotage themselvesin slurs and stutters. It’s thetwinkle in his eyes, like a sunset reflecting over a transparent,muddy mass...
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Painting a prettyportrait on a monstrouscanvas with theink that has beensqueezed out ofmy veins is causingfatigue to my weary soulthat no longer hasthe ingenuity tocontemplate eloquentwords on...
View ArticleUnknowingly Vain.
She wants to swim incircles in yourmuddy brown iris,whirl into yourdilated pupils,and absorb intoyour retina so she’llbe the only thingyou discern whereever you traveland every dreamyour mind beholds.
View ArticleAlas,
I wasn’t spiraling down in an infinite pit ofdespondency because of the woe he floods into my heart, but because the Earthlost an obscure, disturbed poetic angel.She was lonesome with her blood...
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I have been drained out, mercilessly,of all my intellectual literature.Even though you say my wordsgrasp your soul, stirring them intoa haunting bliss, the words torment me. They linger off every...
View ArticleBeautiful Skies, Ugly World.
I ran on a ratchet,vacant road formiles, miles, miles.The moon stalkedme with her impeccableluminous radiance. Thestars had risenwith pride, speckles ofblues, violets andreds I envy the sky,running...
View ArticleStoned.
On a bizarre acid trip to the depths of the moon,solacing my inner angst with mercury and indifference.Luminous, appalling colours of the rainbow enchantas I challenge my intelligence while phosphate...
View ArticleWatching You Sleep.
I know what your bedlooks like, firm andunkempt. I knowyour infantile sleepinghabits, half of yourbody intertwined withvelvet sheets, muffledsnores upon the spread.You usually lay on yourback, closing...
View ArticleConceited.
You are not a rarejewel hidden in thedepths of themystical sea, youshouldn’t be wrappedup in yourself withdelicate pieces ofsatin and silkstitched together.One day the seamswill dismember without...
View ArticleToo Proud To Sympathize.
Attempting to solace the sorrow youfilled my psyche with from the wordsyou borrowed and learned with indifference to impress my effortlessly pleased self.You have corrupted my vital organs,sickening...
View ArticleInsomnia.
I am drawn to the moon.When it rises, I howl likea ratchet werewolf andenvision that I am pouncingthrough a majestic, nefariouswonderland. I cannot resistlaying angelically beneaththe nebula’s and the...
View ArticleFalse Impression.
I think I created afalse image of youinside my artistic mind. I must’vemistook your cancerouswords for medicine,contemplating theywould convalesce my fresco, abhorrentwounds; and yourtouch- your...
View ArticleA New World.
The rays of light throughthe sorrowful clouds, givingpassion to the desolatedlands, thirsting for recuperationand self indulgence. Once the acid stops cascadingupon us, Earth shall be placid,rejoicing...
View ArticleMixed Signals.
Perplexing signs ofinfatuation neverfail to puzzle mygullible heart andplace temptation onmy easily seduced body. Your empathybelies, laying beneaththe sheathes of your skinsof collected,...
View ArticleIn Your Arms.
Adoration would unblushinglyfill in the voided hole in mysoul if I had the occasion tofall in a sober, dazed stateof mind, mesmerized by therose petals that envelope yourarms, like red-velvet pillowsI...
View ArticleFilling The Void.
Let’s be irrational poets,forming eloquent sentencesfilled with mystical wordsthat pilgrimage on voidedblue lines, for centuriesand centuries, without a reason,without a explanation, butbecause our...
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