April 25, 2016 · 9:40 pm
Erik Werenskiold
Broken Heart
–
What
Do you
Love
the Most
Now Take
a Hammer
&
Torch
you Feel
That Lump
Deep Down
In your
Throat
That Says
No
I Don’t
Wanna
I’ll Choke
you Know
That
If It
Happens
To Break
It Will
Never
Go Back
the Same
&
the Pain
Will
All Ways
Remain
#B27321
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August 3, 2015 · 12:06 am
Nikolas Gysis
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
–
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
as I Peer Into
your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed
Is the Sight
That Greets me,
Black & White
& Splattered Red.
Half Formed
Baby Heads
& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares
Rendered Real.
All as I Pray
you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most
Beautiful Women
I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth
From the Floor
& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red
& Naked as Aphrodite
Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out
& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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March 21, 2015 · 3:43 pm
Eduard Kasparides
World
Poetry
Day
–
an Ode
to Poetry
On This
Most Holy
Day
the Song
Screams
&
the Pen
Bleeds
Words
Stream
Bright
as Arterial
Blood
to Grip
&
Make
you Feel
the Pain
That Is
O’ So
Real
a Poet’s
Tears
#B27321
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