Devious Journal EntryOMG I've been off of here for so long...so much has happened...and I come back to post a few crap poems and wish that I had a camera to photograph some pictures.
Funcosed and lofe in live.
fuck.A quizzical question not answered with mother a fucked-up new lover and held fuck another unquestioning mindless and brazen old fools a quizzical question unknowing of rulesfuck.
a slut and a slurred-up speech fucked in the head a bitch with a bitterness flowing in bed uncarrying holdings with cuts never known unsoldering boldness with flux left alone
a needed narcotic is flicking your bits a knowing associate breaking her mitts no billing unwilling unknowing unseen unfilling unspilling unmindfully clean
undecide? unrelied? unbelied? unde
untied lace.you look like a princess tonight. i trip over my feet as composure slips into a crowd of swaying hips. a mass of sweating lips. a cast of singing nips.untied lace.
face to face.
you look like a princess tonight. with fleshy cold and flashing heat as girls and boys compete for boys and girls, fold pleats and princess curls, complete their endless world.
empty space.
you look like a princess tonight. incandescent clarity begins to glow as a mass of ash and water carries a charge. divorced from the vacuum of innocence, the filament exhausts
Summer SunSummer sun; never saw your house at Christmastime. You'd run,Summer Sun
and I'd wait to find you'd never really gone, while the pit of my stomach was on your lips, and between your fingertips.
How can I look away when all is cast into
a lie, with a mold as red as cut wounds in a pie, and the steam from the center burning with sin. The skin crackling, thin.
Shells in sand can hear, ocean waves are near. Don't be afraid tonight.
You never were much for saying goodbye.
Summer sun; never saw your house at Christmas
The Control Of IlluminationFinally, something to grab on to. This candle to a dying wishThe Control Of Illumination
Was lit with the touch of this. Illuminating a hand to hold, A hand away from a journey’s bitch.
The candle wax melting slowly Gave me a reason to be aware. Gave me a scare, a reason to care, Yet, I do not remove my hand.
Let emphasis be the pain.
Emphasis is my life, don’t you see,
Looked at through a magnifying glass. Overwhelmed did I stay, first and last. Expectations scorched from light Aimed through an overexposed lens.
So, I hid in the shadows.
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Romanticism explained, Pet portraits, pintores retrato
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Be yourself no matter what life throws at you
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I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me, I still feel your touch in my dreams. Forgive me for my weakness but I don't know why but without you it's hard to survive. Cause everytime we touch I get this feeling and every time we kiss I swear I
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Come on lovely
Waste your beautiful mind on me...[link]
"When someone asks about your art 'What does it mean?'...that should be your answer."-Marylin Manson
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because i am abandoning this account.
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