Of Wings and RomancesRomance between angels, Drips like a faucet, From the pure black of it. And this, I cannot swallow.Of Wings and Romances
Cut the holes, in withered leaves. Pushing and pressing, between paper, of names and numbers I dare not remember.
Your wings were sore, from all the baggage of the world. Its sometimes handy when you're falling from heaven, with unwounded skin, That is now saintly scarred.
Letters with wings never tell you their origin. Prayers ripped don't reach God that way. So cross your T's and dot yo
Tell Me AnythingLately, I've been wondering what kind of soul, exactly, it would take to cross this road?Tell Me Anything
hand and hand, you and me, lips parting easily
through rain, and other weather that might befall us both
let's STOP.
suddenly, the rain doesn't look so much like tears anymore
Love Notes From TransylvanniaSpewing the world in silk smoke gashes, Fall amongst the living and not yet dead I, myself lean towards the forgotten, Not sleeping, their eyes wide in bedLove Notes From Transylvannia
Torn against blood-stained walls Ridden with guilt, and still, there is self-defense Leaving victims only less-noticed Than that of a thoughtless silver kiss
Dream, and by moonlight shall you waunder Left in focus and so bedazzled inside Drinking poison from porcelin flesh A lifeless journey specified
Not suppressing careless whispers Never embracing to their half-hearted whims Drunk by
Bend in the RoadYou kept your loveBend in the Road
on the dashboard of your car
To think you would consider me,
As more than reflecting glass? Your conceit is cracked, not yet broken
Someday I will find you Bruised with insencerity, Bleeding from
One too many collisions
What is more beautiful then a car wreck?
You might think it easier To lose control of the wheel Sit back, watch me drive Where ever else it might take you,
Don't blame the dents on me
An Army Of Artistic PurposeGraphite floods of abstract calamities, Varying shades of grey burning gently, Aging and softening, eroding in time.An Army Of Artistic Purpose
Paper rolls from memory to thought, Image to scripture Layed out This way
and
That
&nbs
The Hunter's EyesBreathing hard, Running far, Chased by my enemies, Bullets flying past, Twilight hides me from their eyes. Wake with a gun to my head, Sweat covers my body, Time slows down, I slowly turn around, To see the man, That will kill me today, But instead I see your face, Your eyes lance straight through me, Tearing holes through my heart, Doesn't make much sense, Why I should feel, Such feelings for you, When I don't know you, Just from looking, Into your eyes, Filled with contempt, Yet seeking something, Might be yourThe Hunter's Eyes
::Work in Progress::
Did you look at the letters like I told you? ;D
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"I come not to bury poetry but to blow it up...throw it off a cliff into icy seas and see if the motherf***er can swim for its life"
- from "Mein Kampf" by David Lerner
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I wrote my name on the sun
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
A life of arctic sounds
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
All the sad comedians
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
I might be goddamned
But what makes you say that, out of curiousity?
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I wrote my name on the sun
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
A life of arctic sounds
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
All the sad comedians
Hey, all right, I might be goddamned
I might be goddamned
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-Christina-
Could you help my friend
~Sav'
I feel very honoured.
Take gentle care of yourself.
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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