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Not a friend but I am in love with the way you place your words
as they slip out your sleek split-tipped tongue
The way you make me smile,
snake like ecstasy squeezing curled around my throat,
and I feel blessed for my way too easy laugh,
even as I choke on the breaths I’m trying not to forget
I need to take like medication, now forced like
an iv placing oxygen rich blood cells into my self-neglected veins,
like how I forget to feed myself.
I’m in love with the way you tie my head up,
as though it wasn’t a mess before,
the way you feed me your sadness
and my sadness never aches.
I’m overfed and loving everything about my loneliness
a high only it can achieve.
I don’t want to let go for a life of more.
as they slip out your sleek split-tipped tongue
The way you make me smile,
snake like ecstasy squeezing curled around my throat,
and I feel blessed for my way too easy laugh,
even as I choke on the breaths I’m trying not to forget
I need to take like medication, now forced like
an iv placing oxygen rich blood cells into my self-neglected veins,
like how I forget to feed myself.
I’m in love with the way you tie my head up,
as though it wasn’t a mess before,
the way you feed me your sadness
and my sadness never aches.
I’m overfed and loving everything about my loneliness
a high only it can achieve.
I don’t want to let go for a life of more.
Literature
Hero of the Fallen
Drops of blood run with rain,
A stream, a river, an ocean of pain.
A sword in my hand, a gash in my side,
My Country, my people, my child lost in the tide.
The enemy long gone to slay my home,
My knees in mud my thoughts on the roam.
Life is leaving me yet all I can think,
My child alone, my Kingdom on the brink.
Smoke from burnt flesh wander as ghosts,
Fire and man together without host.
Hanging my head, my friends dead at my side,
I’m here alive, but my hope has died.
Yet, soon, so to will I.
Literature
Five Elements
The hide flapped closed behind them as he pushed his way into the interior tent. An elderly woman sitting crossed legged in the centre tossed aside her stitching and immediately rose to her knees.
“My, my, my, my,” the old woman chided quickly, “Now what happened here?”
“I don’t know!” Dean confessed immediately. “I found her like this!” He knelt carefully and placed Evangeline at the mystic’s knees.
The yurt’s entrance whipped open again, and Michael cried, “It was my fault! It was after me!” as he tumbled in behind them. “She&rsqu
Literature
Death Metal
I might just
explode.
it's pretty nearly not impossible any longer if you know what
I mean.
maybe I'm just a rambling, tumbling soul;
cascading through the brambles.
But I've always kept my thorns close.
they cut to the soul more quickly
in the event of an emergency.
you know?
But that's not the path that is wise.
I know it's not the wisepath.
but when my heart is knocking on the front door
pounding away like it was born to be
a drummer in a heavy metal band
and not this stupid organ
that moves a puppet through it's motions,
when every fiber of my being screams to be saved and drowned all at once
screams to tear down the plastic wrap facade
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I was inspired by reading poems on here and thinking about how much a complete stranger can make you feel
Also how it doesn't take much to make me happy
Not actually sure how I feel about the end result...
Also how it doesn't take much to make me happy
Not actually sure how I feel about the end result...
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