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three days long iupon a damp night
in late early hours
i paced about a modern hall
amongst what they'd all called
the finery of life,
through seas of chanel and versace.
for that is what i do.
adept at filtering out all other stimuli now
sic'd on the bright king of society
as if there were no other in the world.
he held court like a rock star
wearing a mask of handsome flirt
had fawns gathered about him
while his close-cropped gray hair belied his age
but no matter, they swooned like
perversions of salvador dali women
all the while i'm hunting him
we, left behindonly when we echo sentiment
among a rosebed of human shadows
do we know loss
faces casting away
a summit of needling troubles
we spend so much time searching
for something tangible beyond our grasp
something real to hold to fast
there then do we lose our footing
and find ourselves tilling the soil
of irrepairable lives
echoes of youth 1echoes of a youth abandoned
nowhere sentries stand
just barren flatland
three days long ixin all of my weaknesses
with hardly much strength left
i said i wanted to go home now
three days too long now
he told me it was too late now
that i should've known better
than to fuck with a monster
he grinned like a fiend then
and brushed my cheek softly
he covered my mouth with his
he tasted of wild champagne
his mouth devouring like wildfire
hands insistently clawing
like he was hungry and starving
i'd be lying if i said i was still
i'd be lying if i said i'd fought back
in all bright truth in dark night
i responded in kind
three days long xlike the streaking clouds
consumed the moon
i knew he would consume me too sinew
flesh muscle bone
breath and blood
he bit into me
ripe as a peach in the sun
the dance of suffering and decay
seemed just some
as time sped up passed
and his lust satiated
i slipped to the ground in cold sweat
my head between his knees
three days long iimonster.
he's a monster.
he even glows like a demon.
if i tell myself this enough,
it will be true.
circling around the room
sizing him up
i'd never been this close to him
i could almost smell him
and it made me lightheaded.
when abyss blue eyes finally
nailed my meagerness to the floor,
caught in the heavy-lidded gaze of hunger,
he smiled as if he'd known all along
and slayed me.
my drink dropped fourteen stories
toppling against linen and rayon-cotton blend
to sputter into the plush and stone
of the floor he nailed me to.
three days long ivhe turned and grinned at me like an imp
azure eyes trailing in the dark like photoflash.
"come close," he said.
and only fickle air stood between us.
sighing in pre-dawn mist
he flicked at my shirt collar
eyes piercing right into me
a boy teasing a girl
because he already knew
exactly why i was there.
three days long vhe said,
"three days you've followed me
tailed me through the rivers of the city
inspected the creatures i've spoken to
studied my movements closely
been privy to my most intimate, private moments"
his hands taking buttons effortlessly from my shirt
tongue wagging in the heat of ambitious desire
he smiled unassumingly.
"three days and you didn't suspect.
you've only come this far
you've only come this close to me
because i have allowed you to"
tangling a hand into my hair
to manipulate the angle of my aching skull.
If Im a Flower,Cradling my thoughts in an urban nightmare
I'm a flower of disease
You're a tree of the breeze
I'm somewhere between wilting
And blooming; never knowing which
I take one step forward and three steps back
Rooted to the spot
You're always there
Standing tall and true,
Through everything and anything
Nothing seems to faze you
I just want you to know
I (think I) love you
What She Keeps InWhat she keeps in is an all important secret
That is not a secret, but is
What she keeps in
Could, and would, cause a change
Of epic per portions
What she keeps in, is a happiness
Like no other
She feels as light and fluttery as a butterfly
And as happy as a clam
Shes opened a new chapter in life
But no one knows if it is destined to only be a page or two
Cape No. 7I remember what you
wore on the days where
isolation is deep within the
slumbers of my broken
Upside Down Heart on DisplayYou stole my heart,
From under my pillow
Youre turning me into a puzzle,
And Im in danger of falling to pieces
Youve turned my world upside down,
So Im being chased by hungry butterflies
And I wouldnt have it any other way
coffee loveWhy is it cliche to wish for you
to kiss me under the rain and hold
me until I feel like I can't ever
<I don't want to breathe anyway; it's
feeling my heart at the tip of my tongue
that makes it painful to live.>
Sunny days make me sad, when I
realize that it can't possibly last
for my lifetime; because it always
gets cloudy; it always rains.
From DeathSilence is everywhere. You hear it in the gaps of sentences, behind the stars, just after the rain has stopped, when everything is still too scared to come out. Some people find it disturbing, and so they do their best to cover the silence with noise, lights, music, action but the silence always has the last word. It reigns again once death has come.
I am not one of those people. For me, the silence is second to my lifeblood; it is the soothing, comforting sound I long for. Death is my lifeblood, but then, I invented it.
Do not think that I wanted to curse the universes with it. If you are listening to me, you have heard the holes in the stories of my twin, and you have come to me to have them filled. I knew that if the Universe had no endas Michael and so many others wishedthat there would be no joy in living. If you always have something and know that it will never go away, you wi
places worth growing up in.it doesn't help that i've been here, this place worth knowing or growing up in, it doesn't help at all. i am so
proud a buddha, i need no temples or holy trees. people here, we dig the right graves our whole lives and we are all the right contentment, we fuck
up and yet here we are, this place i say is worth. this is the second part of
seventeen so we rent one year graves, we sit on
our hands and yell precious things up the stairs, we keep from
falling, we keep from digging our lives up. we
keep from talking through our fingers though sometimes not. it's the second part we learn about growing up in places like these that become worth it, though
everyone confesses to boredom like it is no
sin. we are dissatisfied with worth, it is nothing to us. we have been here, digging our whole graves these lives, here have we been so grave, digging our lives from worth, finding out where we're from in the ground. it is nothing to us and yet
here we have been and are.
MementosDying is a pain in the ass and everywhere else too. I've died so often that perhaps I shouldn't mind it so much but I do.
It's frequently messy, inconvenient and I'm so very tired of having to disappear.
I try not to leave anyone behind for whom my disappearance may cause distress. My own constant sorrow I do my best to hide. That's not to say I don't form relationships―I do. I'm a not a loner by any means. Like everyone else, I need human contact to keep me sane but I have the good sense to sever all ties with those I care about, before my time comes.
What am I you ask? I'm not really sure. I'm not a vampire or a god, or any kind of angel. That much I know. I'm flesh and blood with all the familiar moving parts and appearance of a human being. Still, something extraordinary happens to me, every twenty-five years or so.
My body consumes itself, not unlike spontaneous combustion. Only the process is a lot m
three days long xiif skies could open up
and drown me in cleansing rains
i swear he'd have never been the death of me
i swear i'd have never dared
wandered cross his zigzag path
and maybe i wouldn't be
sleepwalking after him
reliving rivers of curious wanton abandon
another lovesick minion
tied at the neck to his whims and desires
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