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- Tonight at allpoetry
For you I play the slut while pretending to be a goddess. - Dark Symphony at allpoetry
But I’ve wisely danced out of you gravity,
Wildly swayed away from your depravity, - Hardly More at allpoetry
I show my hand (Queens over Chumps)
But you are always sitting on the King of Hearts. House Loses - [ I’ve closed my eyes to you; ] at allpoetry
I’ve closed my eyes to you; shutting out the distilled beauty of your face, - In/Out at allpoetry
He thinks that I closed my eyes to fight off the emotion of it all; That I buried myself in our workings; that I was afraid to let go. - Juggling on the tightrope at allpoetry
Did you see me wave you off, a cold beer in one hand... a desperate tear in the corner of my eye? - Emotionally Dehydrated at allpoetry
I used to be quenched by your warm pretenses Dripping in stolen heated moments - All Gone House at allpoetry
There is nothing here that would matter to anyone else, this space is empty; for rent or lent or sale. It once housed chaotic joy in full battle mode- crayon on the walls, mud on the floors, and spaghetti sauce on t - Random Thoughts After You Left at allpoetry
If you are empty and empty means nothing, does that make you nothing? I sit in the loneliest crowd, surrounded by friends wearing the masks of my most reviled denouncers. - Fridge Speak at allpoetry
he cooked love in rose power / when all she wanted was her fast beat / could you use me if i ask to play / tell me you ache / have this here / always full / and on / and on - Butterfly Poop at allpoetry
As elusive as the exotic butterfly… / Too delicate to hold, too beautiful to not desire / I track your flight through the sun dappled glades of my love / Trying to ensnare you with the gossamer wave of joy. / You swoo - Till You at allpoetry
I dwelled in blank darkness I thought was so bright, / cruel laughter and back handed compliments so sweet. / My happiness was a bubble wrapped in delusion / ctterly intangible for fear it would burst! / And I was ful - Up to Me at allpoetry
Throughout life I have felt like red clay, / Freshly dug out of Mother Earth’s womb. / Unable to do anything, do anything but wait for the patient hands to sculpt me into something fit for society; / Th - With My Pen at allpoetry
With my pen I stitch up broken hearts lyrically. I use the ink to stanch the flow of bitter endings and hopeless beginnings / With my pen I murder unknown lovers or their friends / Stabbing them with my well turned p - Mad is Sad without the M at allpoetry
I hurt- the pain so sharp that any other description would bleed it of all intensity. / But I learned that Sad only huts till it’s a M / And belief only lasts through the sin. / Your anger is pale, freckled and ri - More Than Full at allpoetry
I can never remember the smells of past breaking of fasts / the exact taste of each moaning morsel, or tantalizing tidbit. / My brain tends to forget the forgettable / &nb - Seen Not So Clearly at allpoetry
You are my dark mirror / Casting desire and pain like shadows in the mid afternoon / Stabbing me with credulous insecurities, slicing away hope / with your powerful consequences, like a velvet covered rod /
