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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.
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braiding
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
Peaches and CreamPour me a palette of autumn peach,
blend it in the basin of almond milk,
and let it fuse into my cheeks.
Stir memories of a rustic kiss,
a solemn wooden swing.
A gush of wind and its retreat.
An ounce of rain above my brow.
The sentiment of you and me –
the eyes of burning bronze.
An instant left to cling...
...the original blush
of peaches and cream.
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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