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- Foreshadowed at allpoetry
. - Right There With Him at allpoetry
There was wisdom in those hands, / as much music in them / as any voice. / His wrinkled fingers could strum a soul to life, / and the chords he coaxed / nearly effortlessly from his ancient tool / spoke - Going going gone at allpoetry
Long distance / is the most painful / when it stretches a whole / ten inches. / We're alone together, / farthest apart / when skin-to-skin and / the sensation of soul-to-soul / is muted as though it were - ador at allpoetry
un / ador / ned / simply flagellate / bruisebreakbatterskin / purification of s(k)in / arbitrating truth / of holiness / ador(ed by all) / ned - Pretty Little Porphyria. at allpoetry
Pretty little Porphyria, / you mystify, / and your allure / like mist under the crack of the door / seeps quickly into my soul. / Long locks, / entangled amongst themselves / from the bitter pouring rain, - Column: Dipping Deep at allpoetry
. - On Doubt at allpoetry
Surplus emotions cascade / from jaded, disconsolate eyes which, / unconvinced of their worth, / question the mind viciously. / / The mind cannot arbitrate guarded heart's / struggle with bitter conscience - Lucid at allpoetry
He broods over the drying photo sheet, / acutely aware of the imperfections, / the inconsistencies between the printed page / and the vision screaming out to him / from deep within. / / Art, he considers, - Lamentation of Art-School Student (2) at allpoetry
Servile, / he works to placate the violent muse; / it is not an inspiration but a force / of drudgery, / snapping whip and / flinging stone. / / In these hallowed halls, / creativity comes not from with - Lamentation of Art-School Student at allpoetry
Servile, / he works to placate the violent muse; / it is not an inspiration but a force / of drudgery, / snapping whip and / flinging stone. / - Distortion at allpoetry
Forced to reverie by the stills,
he finds that it is easier to create his own reality - oblivion is not far off at allpoetry
(and things were so perfect...why'd you have to go and bring me down again?) - A Gasp in the Wind at allpoetry
[i am feeling awash in sacrilege
your vagrant, fragrant skin - Social Mania at allpoetry
Freakishly capable of hiding
my true mindframe behind miles of walls, - A Trial at allpoetry
Young ephebe lies in
shallow fever dream; - A Poet is All You Need at allpoetry
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