"Irresponsible manager of crumbs"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The tar-pitch stare of your twin sibling scimitar sights resembles a bullwhip's warfare and the fat-steel downthrust sag of blood, ink, and fury. Laquered with ripe fats of veal velvet-footed and doe-eyed, porce » Continue Reading
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I love like I sleep; In a field of flowers and creeping charlie while I wear a suit of armor. Utter and undeniable, My need for love. Utter and undeniable; Like how I need to be fucked: deeply, consistently. Wanting, desperately, for someone to desperately want to kiss me; utterly, undeniably, a shudder as violent and sudden as a tree and its roots, when the underfoot » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There is no difference between Wizards and Casters. Both are men with access to magic. Both are men who believe they’re the ultimate masters. Both are men that live lives seriously tragic. Both are men who love to flirt with disaster. Both are men with desires wild and savage. Both are men that present themselves how they feel dapper. Both are men in skins of wolves seeking prey that dress as rabb... » Continue Reading
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Another day, another chance Another play on arrogance Another lover, another play And chances ungiven yesterday He’s in love with a ghost, across the way She’s a graphite specter, just past the street Her hollow mind is sonder-gray And she’s bundled in her finest sheets Another lover, another play And chances ungiven yesterday Another day, another chance Another play on arrogance » Continue Reading
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Not the only, but one of the few, excessive despair is an existential capstone: sinking suspicions and sneaking hearts blaze the clouds and pierce the trails, compassion and blood-lust part their dividing veil. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lucky copperhead, With tail of misfortune, In-step with my tread On trails contorted; Send me from my debt, And lend me rare portions, Prevent me regrets, And block the extortions. A fair, round copperhead I'd plucked from the ground, A fair, round copperhead Under sole, I pound; A fair, round copperhead, Make fate gold from lead, A fair, round copperhead, One I dare not s » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Bless this artistic resonance, our improbably unique bond; a thin, invisible wire upon which I balance passion and my responsibilities. You speak to all my needs and swear rare opportunities. Emotionally invested, I must maintain skepticism and must respect the sanctity of admiration from afar, as you subtly influence me; my perceptions, my actions. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
As two of Kings watch from below, an Ace careens aft their Wheel's spokes. KINGS "Comets on high, they burn my eyes. Am I lucid? How suspicious!" "It's no comet, don't be stupid. It's the dawn of new ambitions." WHEEL Salt on the wind and atmosphere. Sky set to send down rapid tears, Which I'll embrace. I'm pained to say it won't be rain. Lobs of hot rock pierce through my » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
More than likely inauspicious More than likely it's fictitious More than likely lies of vermin More than likely in your sermons More than likely, more than likely You'll ignore me less than politely More than likely, more than likely You're before me, spite unkindly Less than likely you'll be gracious More than likely ostentatious More than likely to sling curses Less than likely with » Continue Reading
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Your house is a hotel for ghosts A willing host for fear and doubt Soaked in the grout and broad, arched boughs, Moldy, load-bearing walls, and posts. You've no windows to account for And doors left ajar, to limbo; Each shadowed by wraiths, akimbo, Beyond swinging blades and false floors. You're shallow and in too deep, Steeping string in demon's tallow As you keen forth beasts unhallowed » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The sweet slash of your sugared blade is raised from your black, satin sheath. Saccharine stabs of molasses rake back my tattered lace of grief, and the sash falls slack, at my feet. In the face of your truth and fact, that's where I question my beliefs; breathed into your deep crevasses, where you beckon me, silently. In the cup of your water's cusp, I'll last longer without a raft. Far past the ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
In an effigies age And sagely ephemeral sleep » Continue Reading
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