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Caught. – Dreaming > living
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Run, whirlwind, run. December 7, 2016. January 19, 2017. I undress your mind. Thread by thread,. I smell the thoughts in your head. Caught on something from your memories. Chalk in your bones. Clay in your chest. I sculpted you with my bare hands,. They’ve never been this empty. I have nothing left. Your wires catch at my flesh,. They pull and tug and tug and pull. Snagging at my skin,. I forgot to think of you last night,. As I lay in a bed twice the size. Gazing up to where the stars stay.
A Poem About Sex – Dreaming > living
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Run, whirlwind, run. A Poem About Sex. December 3, 2016. Coating your body like honey. Stuck to your lips,. The taste of his kiss. At the nape of your neck. You take a breath,. Spine curved to the heavens,. Safe beneath your back. Creamed with vanilla,. Warmed by the pale glow. Of the 5am sun. Pulled across your hips. Tracing the lines of your bones. Pulsing across your shoulders. Your feet tangled in sheets. Like red roses growing from a flower bed. You find his kiss,. And bite down on his lower lip.
Acid Guzzler – Dreaming > living
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Run, whirlwind, run. December 8, 2016. December 29, 2016. Chomping on knives made from sandpaper. Gnawing on death between barbed jaws. My spine splinters under bone breaking fingers,. Pucker my poison ivy skin with retched rawness. Red and white and white and red,. Making tessellations of my flesh. Rifting ruptures in throbbing tissues under stains left by you-know-who. Ripping my form in two. Splitting slits through stinging spit. You make me ill. Tearing tendons, they fray like rope. Red you can smell.
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Run, whirlwind, run. The Star Sign Series : Capricorn. 8220;Oh sorry I …. A mental pause,. As the train halts. 8220;I’m sorry, do I know you? Surely I’ve seen you before? 8220;Possibly, I’m not sure. I ride this train most days at half past seven.”. 8220;Your face seems familiar,. But if it were,. It is one that most definitely I could not forget.”. A wave of emotion,. Settles on a sensible shore. At words never heard before. 8220;Such pretty and delicate features,. Reminiscent of a rose,. Upon this line,.
W A I T – Dreaming > living
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Run, whirlwind, run. December 4, 2016. March 6, 2017. W A I T I N G for the day. To chase away the dark that resides behind his eyes T W A train passes. Find the night and steal it. From the waves that crash. That hide behind his flesh. W A I T I N G for the train to stop. But it doesn’t W A I T for you,. You’ve got nowhere else to B E L I E V E that you’re. Finally H A P P why am I crying? Temporaril E N O U G H of him for you to climb up. Where you W A I T for him to reach higher before his. The sunset...
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January 2017 – Crowned Nights
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And at dusk I break my past down piece by piece. You venture down the darkest halls within me The ones with vines reaching down the walls for comfort Moss cowering in the corners Mold racing itself down to the exit * You make a home within the hallways no one ever travels The loneliest paths my mind possesses The ones even I have long forgotten…. Between billions of rattling, empty and haunting bodies, I squeezed myself * And somehow, on this crowded earth, I managed to bump into you * (01:41) May 2016.
May 7th (16:57) – Crowned Nights
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And at dusk I break my past down piece by piece. Down to the depths of the ocean. Through the depths of your mind. Searching for hidden corners. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
Let’s not act like enemies – Crowned Nights
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And at dusk I break my past down piece by piece. Let’s not act like enemies. You always look at me like you’re attempting to understand something. Both curious and surprised. It’s clear from your eyes. That you’re fighting something inside. And I swear I’m not trying to do you in. And though my intentions might not have been completely pure at first. They no longer hold true. Now all I want is the family that happens to live near you. There’s no need for the both of us to act ill-at-ease,. On a slow night.
Things I smoke up to forget – Inside of Love
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No, this blog is not about love. The About Page: Hold your horses,folks! Very Inspiring Blogger Awardee. Things I smoke up to forget. September 23, 2016. By Inside of Love. The noise around, outside; the din within. The feel of your greedy hands on my skin, the shiver which was a cry, which you took as a win. Your breath, fast, labored, and reeking of the pretty pink vodka that you exhale on my face with a base of beer and just a pinch of whiskey thrown in. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click ...
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Your Little Owl – Queen of the absurd
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Queen of the absurd. Donde esta la biblioteca? December 25, 2015. February 24, 2016. You crumbled up like a decaying leaf,. Upon the amber fields of your relief. You vanished like the touch of the wind,. Through the paling branches of the brich. Branches, where the owl can no longer sits,. Stays awake, soaring without breath. For now your branches ember,. And your cigarette is no longer lit. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Lone Pigeon – Queen of the absurd
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Queen of the absurd. Donde esta la biblioteca? January 22, 2016. March 21, 2016. I make my way through the hollow street. Everyone awake but me. Wine in my right wing, annihilation in the other. I drink, until the dreariness drownes my flight. I drink. Drink enough to make the joy embrace my sight. The streets feel kind as I press my tumbling feet against the ground. At once it’s just me. Me and the earth, surrounded by the bitter sweet breeze of winter mornings, rushing through my feathers. On When I fe...
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My head’s a lemon – Queen of the absurd
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Queen of the absurd. Donde esta la biblioteca? My head’s a lemon. February 16, 2016. February 24, 2016. My head’s a lemon,. Burning through my brain. You squeeze it, juice it,. I am –. Now I’m nothing, nothing. But a brainless shell. Writers block is real. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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The alien: you – Queen of the absurd
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Queen of the absurd. Donde esta la biblioteca? January 12, 2016. January 12, 2016. Do you ever caress your shadow? Do you ever feel your cheeks blushing as the music resonates in the background? Do you ever feel comfort as you hug your pillow and the rain runs freely down your eyes? Have you ever let your soul sink into the mattress of a stranger? Have you ever inhaled the fumes of death and felt alive? What do you dream about, when you’re chained to reality? 2 thoughts on “ The alien: you. On He’s...
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Run, whirlwind, run. Chomping on knives made from sandpaper. Gnawing on death between barbed jaws. My spine splinters under bone breaking fingers,. Pucker my poison ivy skin with retched rawness. Red and white and white and red,. Making tessellations of my flesh. Rifting ruptures in throbbing tissues under stains left by you-know-who. Ripping my form in two. Splitting slits through stinging spit. You make me ill. Tearing tendons, they fray like rope. Each fragment a shard of grass. Scarring as a scalpel.
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