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Roaming around the planes of neutrality.
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28th Nov 2016 4:22pm
I can't sow on bravery anymore
His right hand had swung left,
the back of its right side collided
on her left cheek,
the daily ritual began.
Her left hand turned the sinks
nob to the right,
the sound of the water was soothing,
because it wasn't his voice running through
her head, this was painless.
Leaving the bathroom,
her skin was bearing new scars,
as if they were trinkets of signified
obedience within his domain of close mindedness.
She knocked onto the oak door twice, "come in."
He was sitting on a dark leather...
28th Nov 2016 3:48pm
like when plants miss carbon dioxide
in the dewy morning.
When the moon misses nightfall;
when the sun is resting it's talons
on the atmosphere.
A misty-eyed shadow lurked
into unforgotten alleyways.
Not a nanosecond goes by
that my heart doesn't dissipate a beat
without her being near it,
to reawaken it to venture on.
Sipping from the chalice of memories,
having my vulnerabilities stroke my brunette
hair, whispering sweet dysfunction into my earlobes.
The sowing needle and...
27th Nov 2016 2:02am
Let me erase your pain
She had laid her fragile vessel across the dark onyx floor,
within the cellar of rejuvenation.
Her ethereal astral rib cage had her soul
dancing in the flames of dictatorship;
it was using her memories as thread,
her tears were the needles,
and her misery was the fabric being sown into it.
I hoisted her up onto a translucent mood barber chair,
the current hue was scarlet.
I began tying her ankles and wrist with her agony,
reminding her of the pain ...
25th Nov 2016 7:25am
Lips dripping onto me, staining my body
The wind was bathing me in her scent,
baffling my senses.
Hips swinging in pendulum motion.
droplets forming ripples
into my puddle of madness.
Fingers forming bridges,
clicking and locking into place.
Wrapping my tongue around hers,
the chain of temptations was breaking.
Opening my mouth, lips parting,
whispers becoming the tour guide
to her passion,
injecting a higher dose of lust. ...
23rd Nov 2016 3:51pm
Come take a trip with me, but don't stay too long
Every time elation seeped into my pours,
I felt as if a black cloud of conviction hovered over me,
just to reassure that I'm still in a shit storm that I call
Some may call it clinical depression;however,
I value the notion that it's clinical awareness,
if that's a thing that is.
There are times where labelization would delve
into the deepest crevices, penetrating my willpower,
whenever I professed my discomfort within this
beautiful chaos; that...
20th Nov 2016 7:57pm
Sacrificing her lack of faith
in my conviction, by breaking her
mouth;she then broke my hand.
I threw her near the edge of an abyss,
she attempted to crawl back to freedom.
Each fingertip and thumb is laced with
a unique metallic insignia,
to which has been emplaced
upon them since birth.
The right thumb's insignia shape,
is in the shape of a titanium crane.
The right index's insignia shape,
is a pale brain, dripping
rainbow hues from the cortex folds.
The right middle finger's insignia shape, ...
18th Nov 2016 6:58pm
Perpetual indecisiveness, a piece of cloth I wear
A psycho-sadistic mindset,
a perpetual insignificance.
in hopes of not grasping
Tearing lives in half.
"Destroy, build, recreate",
were the words that dripped
onto its mind.
Dressing others in sheets,
the fabric is translucent.
Watching them parish,
as your pride hits the switch.
Surveying lack of willpower
to venture on.
"Just because you gave up,...
16th Nov 2016 6:53pm
A free soul, yet a shackled vessel
A winter that never ceases to amaze this fragmented face.
An amazon that leaves a trail of trinkets.
An entrance to her heart,
a corridor of mayhem.
A quizzical smirk came into fruition.
My mind is showered with thoughts.
Do I value pessimism,
or is that the color of her lipstick?
How come she's the pendulum
that swings into this ebony vessel
of mine, invoking perpetual satisfaction?
"She's just a...
11th Nov 2016 1:29pm
Each feather dropped is another memory scattered
Crying amber waves of agony;
surveying the emotionless sky.
Curiosity blanketing me,
a shade of nothingness.
My complexion is deteriorating,
on the shores of introspection.
Clocks migrating all over.
Memories dropping, as substitute feathers,
Picking each reel up,
aligning their pulses in chronological order.
Longing to give up the past.
A task that's covered by
a copper mask,
thinly laced with broken glass.
8th Nov 2016 9:08am
A marionette, my life coach
Re-establish me" were the words that lurked
onto the alleyway, as the streetlights formed
an audience for them to stand on.
A broken doll awakens.
Dumbfounded by it's petrifying eyes.
"Re-establish you huh? Don't tempt me with
a good time."
I tried to put my brain together like a rubiks cube;
this shit was hard to fathom, after hearing those
I doused my brunette hair in reality with
a coal bucket, hopping
I wasn't in some fucked up nightmare.
"Are we really about to have a...
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