"Irresponsible manager of crumbs"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
All you need to do, Is call my name. Be it a whisper, A cry, Whimper, Or sigh. I weep, Scratching at my chest. To remove this pain, Means I must remove my love. Neither will dissipate. Neither will sink. I will not allow it. Yet I feel your eyes, I feel them in my love and pain. My love and pain, Feels yours as well. You do n » Continue Reading
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Glass feet boast strength, The pain still feels so real. Easily broken, So hard to see through the fog of emotion. Ever slipping in the slime of fantasy, Thinking the film over my skin are clouds. Growing ever weaker. Spirals twist with confusion, Tangling into my hair and chipping apart my features. Slowly tearing, My soul cries. Tears spinning fas » Continue Reading
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Murder. Was it worth it? The taste of blood can be felt, My bones start to chill. My soul now stolen, Or should I say given away freely? The night is cold, It embraces me in a way no mother ever could. The warmth my hate feeds me with, The cold steel of my heart thuds against my ribs. I can feel my prey beneath my p » Continue Reading
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Crows of the sun gather into one, Silence that cannot be ignored! Happily the cows dance for their fields of green! The stench will not be mistaken. Happy is the one who uses their body for the dance, Intense pleasures of light and sound. Distraught is the beast who marks thine word, Strangled deep within ones inner hate. Deep thrums of time and space, Small, round and white. Ai » Continue Reading
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Double Jump: Unwise decision. FULL IMPACT; Head on collision! Subtle thump, To deaf perception. Hull's intact; Nah, that's bad vision. Dull contact; Yeah, blunt-force trauma! No pull-back! Dead dot - no comma. » Continue Reading
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"Find yourself a book; One for your reading level, Over on the shelf. Now, set yourself here, And don't you move from this spot! You're in detention." And the teacher leaves, The silence replaces her, Calm and forgiving, As the wood door shuts. With no one to bother me, I begin to read. » Continue Reading
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When I died, I woke up alive, To warped chimes of mourning tines; A world dry of your mind's fresh pearls, A timeline bereft of your rhymes. When you died, you woke up alive; Hurlin' lines with your girls and guys, Their whorls of sighs and blythe roars whirl; But find one less Queen in your hive. When we die, let's wake up alive; Where we purl our lithe words online. Squirrel this tight, i » Continue Reading
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A typhoon isn't malicious, But you don't see me Going out of my way To carry conversation with it. I'm superstitious, But I can't believe A thunderstorm can hate, And that its friendship's not fictitious. An element of doofish ruthlessness, More than a belligerent breeze; You're a natural disaster, babe, And this misfit's a mis-fit for that shit. » Continue Reading
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Fresh off the pastel carousel, To melt down to dells, infertile. Bones swell and pop, like hot corn kernels Vernally sewn to infernal, Interstellar, silver circles; And clam-shell petals bloom purple From the welled eyes of supernals Compelled by hound’s instrumentals, Pale and fell, from the Vale of Nocturnal; Where trees now spell hope, eternal. » Continue Reading
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A nest in farmer's field; fortressed pheasants. A fresh blade to flesh; effortless bloodlet. A butcher; satisfied with his knife. A gift of meat and cheese; for the hungry. » Continue Reading
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An undead, unleaded, sunset outsets; A surprised mind, untied by frightful sight: A buzzard flusters and bucks its cupboard; A coinless corpse's chordless, torn organs. » Continue Reading
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I’m hot to trot vs. a fool-moth-not. I stay frosty while this lofty, bovine THOT crosses my mind’s line of sight from the sidelines on a slow climb up to my Hive as an Atlas Moth: scared scatless, at that, (hahaha!) ‘cuz I’m master class and this little shit, smaller than it’s talk, is flunkin’. “Sucks to suck you stupid fucking two-bit cunt.” I huff as I pick up the stunted runt by the scruff. I... » Continue Reading
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