May 30, 2017 · 3:06 am
Howard Pyle
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March 8, 2017 · 9:18 pm
Gustave Dore
Fuck, Fuck; Fucked
–
To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
#B27321
–
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August 4, 2016 · 1:05 am
Pierre Juilien Gilbert
Burn
–
Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains
–
Burn
Was
the Baby
In
It’s Bed,
Burn
I Would
Rather,
Than Not
Be Dead
–
Burn
Is
the Planchette
In
my Hand,
Burn
I Know
I Must
Be Damned
–
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July 30, 2016 · 7:45 pm
Walter T. Crane
Love
–
Freedom
To Be
me
–
the Heat
Between
we
–
In Side
your Eyes
–
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June 7, 2016 · 2:59 am
Henrietta Rae
my Turn
–
& So Our Journey Begins
you & I Lovers Intertwined
Through Cascades & Land Slides
Our Mission UnFolds
Tracing Tiny Spirals In Memories Hold
How we Meat the Best Tale Told
#B27321
–
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May 13, 2016 · 2:00 am
François Boucher
She
–
It Was
There
In Her
Eyes
Where
my Universe
Lies
#B27321
–
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March 31, 2016 · 7:46 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
–
the Freedom
to #Be
me.
–
–
Hope
That #Things
Will
Change.
–
to Make
#What
we Dream.
–
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March 21, 2016 · 4:52 am
Heinrich Vogtherr
Prose
–
I
Miss Judged
you
I
the Fool
to Think
you Were
Any Different
a Jewel
In Stead
you Rule
a Kingdom
of Word
Count
&
Popular
Buffoons
#B27321
–
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March 16, 2016 · 8:34 pm
Français
Prose
–
It Is
HeartBreaking
to See
How Gay
your Entries
are
Compared
To me
If you
Do Not
Believe
Come Read
–
I Had
To Breathe;
So Take
as It
Reads.
Heart Breaking
To me;
Bull Shit
to Thee.
The Flip
& Toss,
All
or Loss
–
In
the End
we All
Die Alone;
So Yeah
In a
Sense
It’s me
Against
the World,
Twitter
Is Just
an Easy
Way
to Get
In Touch.
Gay
Just Works
In the
Play
of Words.
Really Though,
I Dare
to Compare
my Work
Against All;
Stands
not Fall
–
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January 30, 2016 · 10:30 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
I Think
It
Just Began
When
you Went
to Hold
my Hand
the Plan
With Out
Knowing
the Hierarchy
Of
the Clan
Damn
From
With In
Not
With Out
the Proser
Staff
Have to
Make It
Count
Founded On
Gratitude
&
Chops
Willing to
Get In
the Ring
&
Tackle
Any Thing
That Is
the Song
I Sing
–
Mainly
to Entertain
me
&
Spark
an Interest
In my
Art
May be
Find a
Friend
Make
my Circle
Better
Than
When
I Start
That Is
What
Is In
my Hollow
Hollow
Heart
–
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