Poetry
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happiness is boredom and sex sex and boredom day after day, hour after hour summers, endless summers boiling lobsters and bottled beer cigarettes, smoked gazing out of windows overlooking suburban hell nothing to do, life is great this is glory sheer fucking glory Read more
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her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath… Read more
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my soul is a thousand years old landfill, buried junk i’m the loneliest man in a city that never dreams isolated, like the moon older, colder than i dare admit born from an ancient collision a secret, lost in time haunted by the ghosts of all those that have gone before my blood bubbles with… Read more
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Symbols and Words A language that goes beyond. That goes deeper. Read more
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i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used… Read more
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i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its… Read more
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she dances like no other the most beautiful girl in town grinning like a hyena obscuring the scum that surrounds dreaming, hypnotizing she gazes intoxicated lights flashing, stars shining yeh, drunken lovers with lusty hearts the madness behind her eyes the energy made visible with angels in her hair and magic at her fingertips moments… Read more
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yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty… Read more
