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Welcome to a look at my insides.
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Good Morning my sweet self, Again the soft struggle of the moon this morning has been to beautiful for mere and breathless words The more time I spend in the jewel of your dawn the more I find myself Too often I replace.. Forfeit the sun, for this darkness here makes freedom in me The pale contrast of my skin beneath these shattered intentions and suspended constellations keep exhaling, giving me peace I am a million stars! Sand covered fortunes.. Bright as the the infinite key that keeps opening the sky for my heart to speak I look no further than my own fingertips good morning boy
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The Route Of Evil
Route of Your Evil
I know who you think you are but in essence you are an illness A heartless disease spread by your wanton selfishness to destroy the gift of human love and trust I feel your feet settled against the walls you created trying to kick it loose blaming the bricks that you alone stacked so high that even in regret you cannot see over to find yourself Your pain is a Beacon though the light is just another lie You expect people to eat and be satisfied with the taste It's murder the way you tug at the strings of this beautiful heart I have for unlike me it is forgiving I bet the silent shame is screaming you to sleep for the miles of ache you have delivered to the highways of another's trusting heart The Route Of Your Evil
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~Bloom
Like a Flower
I can be replanted Like a flower that did not get proper care I can be dug out by hands so careful and dirty and strong I can be moved to tears by verbs and empty desert caves within my painted on heart I can hold the shovel slowly break this earth of my skin, my mucsle and bone I can be replanted
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Left to Write
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burn crimson watching You with nervous graveyard eyes Am I left where this is? My heart is trapped beneath the sound of Your cemetary silence This is where I am left The length of my shadow erotic deviance remains untouched by bitter loveless hands Stripping from me my honor freedom of filth love and sky Left Where I am this Drop the shovel if You must But I. . I refuse to be covered in the dirt of Your insecurities this time This is where I am Left to Write
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And there You stood
A Beacon A Mirror An Effigy of wicked broken stars you have one handedly plucked from an amber Moone sky The reeling and screaming nurtures the sutures within that muscle they try to call a heart The hours melted like the heat of a young lovers promise that dripped faith into veins under flesh that murder and madden the purist of minds Arms raised in defense of your embrace smoke curling century old tendrils of flames in your wake I can still the vision the Hell You became as You let go
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~The Show Must go On
Act I
I blink open another drop of my lids only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing center parting like the salty oceans of crimson streaming down my thighs Tender caresses attack and remind my sweat stained fever that i am no longer running this production Your control, my lovely desperation threatens to devour Your un- rehearsed script Act II Tension in my calves shoot flame A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled heart betrays my paralysis The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling beneath the dripping lights "Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?" Your teeth against my lobe gnashing the question my answer as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth Act III I felt your breath heated moist danger The nape of my neck your megaphone My skin an audience to delicious incantations ancient tongues quickly whispered warnings of your desire "Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy.. Ripped and shattered like my will to leave you on this set like the worthless fuck you are aren't and always never have been." The Finale The applause deafening A silence so loud pounding the reason from my twisted diseased veins Rotten flowers thrown at our feet the props from my swollen wrists dismantled You circle your arms securely about my waist the ovation a distant roar I sense your smile its depth against my cheek "Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."
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Dense and Dark
I come to you Devouring You in my silence, My storm of mourning Cloaking and Choking the dawn and it's breath From Your trembling dew dropped lips Horrid and Lovely Purple iris hues I come to You Wrapping You up like a broken doll Beneath grey swollen Moon promises Never meant to be kept Hiding You forever in the Center of my soul
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Distance
A Red Dawn is settling
against the backdrop of your eyes I see now the echo was trapped inside all this time I shake with mirrors and miles and fight to hold on these whispers that leave me raw Open If i am sick than so be it As i have said before It is my illness, my suffering Mine Mine Mine I won't hide in the cold shadows of anxiety and dawn Smoke curls around my hand splashed with poems of my disease Oh Lover There is nothing but songs and plush hearts beneath these eyes A brilliance that when I press my face to it becomes a flower These woes and words in your absence catching and releasing my disease into the frigid Sun is Love Damn the distance
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