dominique-anthony-maze - Hello Poetry

do you know flowers you know the ones you press the ones you try to keep forever by binding them in the folds of a book so they retain their sweet perfume she smelt nothing like that she was wild and vicious her smell was savagery raw and unkempt and full of power and lust but also sweet and pale an anemic honey like wilting wyseteria her taste sugary, grassy, bitter like a tonic medicinal

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

wild girls

do you know flowers you know the ones you press the ones you try to keep forever by binding them in the folds of a book so they retain their sweet perfume she smelt nothing like that she was wild and vicious her smell was savagery raw and unkempt and full of power and lust but also sweet and pale an anemic honey like wilting wyseteria her taste sugary, grassy, bitter like a tonic medicinal

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A cult of madness pushes through my heart tearing through this chest through bone sinew tendon and muscle as I long to fill this void with every strained pulse and shallow gasp of breathe blood spurts from his chest Like *** escaping from a lovers slit Something belongs in this divided but Ive forgotten what and no amount of love could fill this indefinable gape Could you swallow my heart Could you swallow it could you push through my sternum embrace with it your hands rip it away from my flesh And as you bring it to your lips cupping it like water from a spring gaze into my eyes as you swallow it muscle sinew and all

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC

and all

A cult of madness pushes through my heart tearing through this chest through bone sinew tendon and muscle as I long to fill this void with every strained pulse and shallow gasp of breathe blood spurts from his chest Like *** escaping from a lovers slit Something belongs in this divided but Ive forgotten what and no amount of love could fill this indefinable gape Could you swallow my heart Could you swallow it could you push through my sternum embrace with it your hands rip it away from my flesh And as you bring it to your lips cupping it like water from a spring gaze into my eyes as you swallow it muscle sinew and all

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Hope thrown on the still steaming ashes of the old empire fusing with the hearts of freethinkers and go getters burning beneath the chest of women and man turning young people into dragons with amber colored eyes and wings that stretch a mile high Reaching above the blinding smoke of broken industry grabbing at the setting sun with still ****** claws Will they burn out never to know why the heavens glow, or maybe this is just the beginning the match that lights the torch The wild fire that consumes cleansing and purifying to bring on a new life maybe not for me or you, more likely for the ones long after Leaving only remnants of the ones who dared to become dragons to be remembered as a roaring flame whose dreams where embers with veins like gasoline filled rivers running just beneath the skin ready to be pierced ready to burst and ignite.

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC

Year of the Dragon

Hope thrown on the still steaming ashes of the old empire fusing with the hearts of freethinkers and go getters burning beneath the chest of women and man turning young people into dragons with amber colored eyes and wings that stretch a mile high Reaching above the blinding smoke of broken industry grabbing at the setting sun with still ****** claws Will they burn out never to know why the heavens glow, or maybe this is just the beginning the match that lights the torch The wild fire that consumes cleansing and purifying to bring on a new life maybe not for me or you, more likely for the ones long after Leaving only remnants of the ones who dared to become dragons to be remembered as a roaring flame whose dreams where embers with veins like gasoline filled rivers running just beneath the skin ready to be pierced ready to burst and ignite.

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Golden talons scrape through chest Best leave martyrdom to your male guest Lesson learned so don’t plague me with rest The dream is heavier than her unrest You dream like a god I think like death Here is my sacrifice a shelf of accuracy a projection of reality your very nature is one of fallacy My mortality is her test; failing will leave me to rest Burst away in her steady eyes, Rage and desire can’t be torn apart Let pour a cascade of marrying emotions let poor a cascade of undying convulsions Heaven is your scent hell is your touch, hell is your presence, hell is your absence Make way a hero has come the seeker of lost ones, his soul bent contorted crippled and alive Goddess my keeper oh goddess the lover the goddess is one of uplifting mourning Immortality: is true loves promise, eternity is its penance Vacant is the heart so aimless is the Soul, Fill my heart resonate with my soul Let me be a savior, or let me be the prey, let my thirst for flesh be quenched Rage and desire can’t be torn apart

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Mar 1, 2013

Mar 1, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC

is she golden

Golden talons scrape through chest Best leave martyrdom to your male guest Lesson learned so don’t plague me with rest The dream is heavier than her unrest You dream like a god I think like death Here is my sacrifice a shelf of accuracy a projection of reality your very nature is one of fallacy My mortality is her test; failing will leave me to rest Burst away in her steady eyes, Rage and desire can’t be torn apart Let pour a cascade of marrying emotions let poor a cascade of undying convulsions Heaven is your scent hell is your touch, hell is your presence, hell is your absence Make way a hero has come the seeker of lost ones, his soul bent contorted crippled and alive Goddess my keeper oh goddess the lover the goddess is one of uplifting mourning Immortality: is true loves promise, eternity is its penance Vacant is the heart so aimless is the Soul, Fill my heart resonate with my soul Let me be a savior, or let me be the prey, let my thirst for flesh be quenched Rage and desire can’t be torn apart

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Look up sun daddy moon is coming, brave little usurper can you help find mommy’s keys Look out sun daddy moon is coming, brave little usurper did you hide mommy’s keys Hold still son daddy moon is drowning, brave little usurper where’d you hide mommy’s keys Keep faith son daddy moon is sick, brave little usurper please just let mommy try to sleep Burn a candle son daddy moon is dying, brave little usurper what did you take from mommy Look up sun daddy moon has left, brave little usurper it’s too dark for mommy to see Brave little usurper will you take the son for mommy, will you take away their moons mommy’s brave little usurper

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Feb 9, 2013

Feb 9, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC

Usurper

Look up sun daddy moon is coming, brave little usurper can you help find mommy’s keys Look out sun daddy moon is coming, brave little usurper did you hide mommy’s keys Hold still son daddy moon is drowning, brave little usurper where’d you hide mommy’s keys Keep faith son daddy moon is sick, brave little usurper please just let mommy try to sleep Burn a candle son daddy moon is dying, brave little usurper what did you take from mommy Look up sun daddy moon has left, brave little usurper it’s too dark for mommy to see Brave little usurper will you take the son for mommy, will you take away their moons mommy’s brave little usurper

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Is it cold there I wonder just beneath her chest does the wind howl with a bitter sigh is the land covered with frozen riverbeds holding back icy tears a flurry of unused emotions hardened into ice showering everything it touches in a hail storm of self-pity A pint of warm whiskey chips away at the frost bite numbing the boarders of your heart but it only leads to a blizzard of regret The harshness of this tundra burns through flesh and bone and sinks into a man’s soul suspending it in a seemingly endless winter where longing congeals into sharp jagged shards of glacial malice Yes it is very cold there, but I remember better times when the cool air twirled around me embracing me more like an old friend instead of passing through as an unforgiving gust that chills already achy joints I would lay there flat on my back, and sink into the velvet snow, indulging in bliss as I am taken in by inner warmth Catching crystalline snowflakes with my tongue as they melt into something that tastes of something salty and sweet ending in rapture with a shiver then a sigh I would imagine, hope and pray to never leave her winter this home my frigid paradise I would imagine being her absolute love the only warmth within this white abyss No matter how cold it gets I’ll be here, I would say as I lay on my back and stare into her pale blue skies

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Jan 19, 2013

Jan 19, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC

Her Winter

Is it cold there I wonder just beneath her chest does the wind howl with a bitter sigh is the land covered with frozen riverbeds holding back icy tears a flurry of unused emotions hardened into ice showering everything it touches in a hail storm of self-pity A pint of warm whiskey chips away at the frost bite numbing the boarders of your heart but it only leads to a blizzard of regret The harshness of this tundra burns through flesh and bone and sinks into a man’s soul suspending it in a seemingly endless winter where longing congeals into sharp jagged shards of glacial malice Yes it is very cold there, but I remember better times when the cool air twirled around me embracing me more like an old friend instead of passing through as an unforgiving gust that chills already achy joints I would lay there flat on my back, and sink into the velvet snow, indulging in bliss as I am taken in by inner warmth Catching crystalline snowflakes with my tongue as they melt into something that tastes of something salty and sweet ending in rapture with a shiver then a sigh I would imagine, hope and pray to never leave her winter this home my frigid paradise I would imagine being her absolute love the only warmth within this white abyss No matter how cold it gets I’ll be here, I would say as I lay on my back and stare into her pale blue skies

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