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-:- ceramic angel -:-

once a pile of muck,

you stand proud and faithful, now.


stretched, molded, you came to life

and then you were carved

leaving your grey flesh under nails and picks. 121 more words

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-:- Almost (Sleeping) -:-

I can lie here for hours on end.
I can pull back the covers and slide right in.
Looking at the untouched right-side,
I stare at the spinning blades on the fan. 148 more words

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-:- stupid -:-

it was stupid how we met,
how I said you were dumb
and that your eyes were too dark
I lied.

you tried to flip your hair to mock me, 448 more words

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-:- acoustic blues string -:-

plastic in my pinch

and cords in my caress

I grip a heavy neck,

already strung with wire

with a gentle strike of my palm… 93 more words

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-:- therein he lies, -:- [poem]

in jungles and brush.
he prowls majestically,
need not to feed nor drink;
elusive as any lifetime, hanging
among constellations of breath,
blood, and fear. 202 more words

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-:- sleeping catacombs -:-

my bed is a cool metal coffin

not buried quite six feet down

that is dented by a hurricane unwelcomed and

from my own creation. 132 more words

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-:- rope burns -:-

through my mere human hands,

slipping yard after yard,

and each coiled bump

carves and scalds away my life lines.

my fingerprints, identity, melted

and fused to the hemp… 74 more words

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