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Watercolored eyesThe contours of her hips, such skin of porcelain and glass.
The reflected eyes of a wary worried child, of a scared lizard gaping, attempting to take in the world seven times larger than he.
Freckles dance on raised cheekbones and muscles pull the microscopic threads to twitch the dark eyebrow into an organized mass of hair.
Concentration, the reflection on watery wet spheres of the earth attempting to breath through polluted air and corrupt schemes.
Muttered schemes, haunting the trees and make even its oxygen seem like poison with whispers of lies and deceit.
Letting down that child of yours making them cry on that one insignificant birthday.
The universe swirling in a mass rage of what the actual fuck as that damn energizer bunny stops banging on that fucking drum.
The overworked space with not enough work put into it gives out, a mass collision of senselessness and worthlessness.
Underappreciation from even that tiny lizard.
The screaming birds begging for us to listen
UnfortunatelyBut, unfortunately, my mind is poisoned by sin and corrupt from insanity.
My soul is spread too thin and thrives with a murderous lust of death.
And my heart grows gradually numb from a temptation's toxins and the serpents venom.
There will not be much left for you to care for, dear.
I keep telling you, I'm a disease.. an addiction.
Both of which result in destruction.
MachinesMoments of bliss are worth fighting and wanting for.
Skin intertwined a delicious mess of fabric leave hopeless lovers searching for something they'll never find, only to be whisked away into subconscious delusions of a self discovered truth in the matter or simple opinions desired to be somehow shared with the separate souls.
Words attempting to convey the drowning bickering thoughts someone once called sanity as time comes down to simple grains of sand.
Take your time child, we have forever to express and longer to dream when time no longer exists in the woven machinery somewhere in boggled minds of the most hypocritical factories that create this pitiful human existence.
What bliss; bliss.
WithdrawlThe priest's teary eyes and choked up throats catch the swarm of lies.
Such a pity, the sinner must repent from his nest of stupidity.
A fucked earth watches ash as rain when God watches in utmost disdain.
PredeterminationTell me child, what white words do you scream?
Blinding blackness detracts glossed eyes. Numb expressions.
Nerve endings of microscopic measures fail to recognize metal.
Two clicks of the barrel locks a target in place. Count.
Frozen tears fall upon pale noses. A moment in time.
Crisp air lingers in dampened locks of braids.
Weave chilled wind throughout her delicate bones.
Glued soles upon etched stone leaves the traveler far from home.
Chalked arrows guide you, my love.
Beware the falling sands of time.
Soon colors filter as senses fade to grey.
ExcerptOh this fine air is such a crisp Autumn. Breathless swirls of oxygen and ice blend beautifully in a harmonized dance of something we call wind. Bliss; bliss.
The PartingAnd so the kiss upon his lips seals the deal for she'd rather end her life than live like this.
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
Head and HeartYou leaned into my touch
So that your head
And all its precious thoughts
Were cradled in my palms.
My heart raced with longing.
Hours later, the scent
Of your hair gel
Lingers on my hands,
You're not merely a figment
Of my imagination.
HazelToday I've seen you again,
I've looked in the ocean
of you beautiful eyes
you said my name,
so now I'm living again.
Soon I will die, just
to come back from
your voice says
I'm still breathing
your scent, hoping
to be lucky enough
for doing it for the rest
of my life.
I love you,
ExceptionWere all composed of the same simple organic matter, but you my love.
Are created with the beautiful crystal from the most uncommon ore,
mixed with wings of fish gliding about an unreachable sea,
and sprinkled with stardust falling from a twinkling twilight as the sun and moon greet each other good riddance.
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