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never, everSo you would say Opposites attract; or so I'm told Me, determined to believe That what you see is never, ever What you get And you, dearest, eyes Clenched tight, desperatenever, ever
Not to look for a second Lest appearances deceive you; Because seeing is believing
These quiet hours when I am Not too tired to appreciate
The night time; When I used to touch you
In secrets; and try My utmost to entice your Sick desire for self-molestation Towards the thrill of being safe And the risk of loving me in Impossible spaces
You
by ~the-fourteenth-world
blood.What was done to me Was unspeakable. Reprehensible. Unwriteable, except in illegible Signs and the jagged language of Scars that do not heal Because some things cannot be written Because they cannot be read by Passers-byblood.
The first one, was criminal, in fact But we called it a
Crime of passion
Because she said she loved me And I was so young and So, so, so far gone, caught up In praise and sweet coercion Like screws in my mind That fragile world that broke Like glass in my skin
She touched me like Surgery; each care
by ~the-fourteenth-world
you look like hellYou look like hell. Hair in your face and eyes alight With that renegade fervour Cutting deals with the devil and Dancing with the dead, Seven sins and nine circles from Sheer oblivion As you kiss his lips but watch me, Seductive like disaster, like the Sound of metal through skin Now using your body to bargain instead Of naming your demons and you've Lost me again, here, with lips inyou look like hell
Red treachery and
Talk of his bed.
by ~the-fourteenth-world
edgeSo you sat at the edge of the world And tried to make your life flash before your eyes Taking me with you, me who would sail seven seas To four corners of oblivion, just to get A little closer to you, milestones Crumbling like cheap pills, all becauseedge
I could not stay away from you And you could not stay away from her. I watched you dance with slaughter And pirouette an inch from the abyss While her eyes were sirens and mine, Mine were nothing to you, nothing more Nothing less, just a line in your book Of destructive fantasies and highway hypnosis
by ~the-fourteenth-world
| poetry? oh no-etry |
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downdown in the park in the warm air down by the river they always stare down in the dark time's running out down in the night i'll be there no doubtdown
college queer, case of beer, go down down in the warm night air
20 bucks, thank you much, go down down in the dark, i'll see you there
down in the park on the hard ground down by the river i'm always around down in the dark it gets strange down in the night to make the exchange bad booze, sing the blues, fall down down in the warm night hard floor, cheap whore, fall down down where t
by ~Margret-Lyn
writeclub: hermann's loverher expression was a rorschach test-- abstract eyes, an inkblot of a mouth,writeclub: hermann's lover
distorting pictures; a mess he saw himself in
by ~Satah
EndingsI know the time is coming when you will no longer leave fingerprints on my door and we will not argue at Christmas dinner about the face of God. Your chair will be cold, your plate empty, and I will watch your shadow shrink on the sofa and your voice grow reed thin and white and your footprints on the carpet will become too light to stick. Your coat will grow too large in the closet and the world will never fill your shoes, so I will shake the dust off your best suit and find the pictures I took of you whenEndings
by =Scarlettletters
cumulonimbusmorning come, soft winter. the birth of the day, yet the death of the sun. frozen fire showers the earth. in pairs of one, conquer, shun. the crystal eyes of this paper tiger staring far into his bloodstream. one fatal roar brought him back to life. one immense beat to break this shy feeling. it's a cold day to fall in love, as good as any.cumulonimbus
a wish to awake to the sound of her laughter weighed down his mind. his thoughts like bruised clouds shaped like hearts, foreshadowing the impending defeat of sorrow. these clouds have been tattered and torn by the past, yet somehow also existed in the future as joyful promise. these clouds ga
by ~ThrenodyOfcrows
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| hey, hello, deviantART wants me to tell it about myself. i love to live and live to love... am interested in all sorts of antics and semantics. i like shopping trolleys, cardboard, language, politics, kindersurprise... love music, especially acoustic and good jazz, play sax with the most amazing jazz band in the world... and guitar in my time, and keyboard/piano...i like to draw...am known by my friends for not really being too serious and making bad jokes....guess that kind of contradicts most of my writing, but its all a a balance... funny, i didnt realize i wrote till i found a drawerful of fragments... so some of my technicolor mind is up here... am fairly new to this whole deviantART thing, made a subscription because i like reading other peoples stuff... this is a new thing for me, ... ... any critique would be much appreciated! |
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- Favourite photographer: benoit paille
- Favourite style of art: any
- Tools of the Trade: permanent marker, watercolour, felt-tip pen, romance
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