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- Soul Stripped at allpoetry
A song lies half remembered,
midnight skin is fashioned into - Kiss at allpoetry
A kiss - whatever we want -
- August 19 1692 at allpoetry
Imploded the day they destroyed her sun,
felt the heart shattered faith die deep, - Stripped at allpoetry
Some days
I just want - J to J at allpoetry
A dancing fiction seduces the threads of my mind,
undulating consciousness twists untruths towards your - Now John at allpoetry
Four years of sculpted
illusions smashed by the click - Footnote at allpoetry
…he most greviously afflected me a great many times by pinching pricking and beating me allmost choaking me to death urging me vehemently to writ in his book.
The deposition of Elizabeth Hubbard against John Proctor Senior - Another Photograph at allpoetry
This latest image turns hesitantly within
my fingers as if you are newly born, not - 6136 at allpoetry
Crafted in a decade of excess, I gleamed and swaggered with hand sculpted arrogance, a prize few but the over indulged would ever attain. I was one of the first, my value immeasurable to those who felt the unity only a man in - The Song of Edward Bear at allpoetry
The Song Edward Bear Would Like to Sing Sad shelved marked each passing year, noting how - Lijah's Dream at allpoetry
Stalking proudly through the pampas - Tasting at allpoetry
A tentative reaching, the once innocent fingers flutter, pause - Shocked at allpoetry
Casually reading, hardly glancing till I catch your name, find myself - Opened at allpoetry
Fractured yet unbroken - confidently shy, horrendously - Still at allpoetry
Time’s crust grows heavy over the twenty four of our months – - Strange at allpoetry
Sometimes I hear a mad fly about my brain - A Wait at allpoetry
Time was cruel that year – we grew fat together – lazily enjoying - Hell, or why I hate that song so much at allpoetry
Hell was watching her hold your heart, white blistered needles drove into my mind - Held at allpoetry
Perennially seeking the answerless for escape, can - You never look at allpoetry
It’s not my fault you can’t always see I don’t disguise, it’s you - Who needs? at allpoetry
There’s days when I wish You could see me, just so - Hey John, what's your name again? at allpoetry
I hear you staring in the glass you press each finger slowly against its cold face - Skin at allpoetry
His scars narrate the existence - Some questions at allpoetry
Why does my head implode when it’s empty of you - - Ewan at allpoetry
Ewan asleep seems innocent of all I watch the soft rise and fall of fur - John's Letter at allpoetry
Dear Abby, When you read these words I’ll be dead. They won’t let me see you because they tell me I must suffer and that claws my soul. I’ve loved you more than my own life; you’ve made me happier than I have ever t - Frozen at allpoetry
Why are there 60 minutes in an hour? I wish there were a million - Everyone Knows at allpoetry
There’s a song he plays- everyone knows - Arms at allpoetry
John’s scars mean more to me than any love - Tell Me Why at allpoetry
Tell me why I love his madness it's a thirst unquenched - Waiting for the Man at allpoetry
Clock counting half breathing, - Men are Like Chocolate at allpoetry
Men are like chocolate, they fall into cliché – - A Rattle and a Hum at allpoetry
Plastic mask shudders a soft sigh sings - Window at allpoetry
No wonder it greyly rains, fat droplets patter against - You are at allpoetry
Your are... The yellow topaz of the eyes of my tiger
