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 Nov 2022 Ayeglasses
Mote
you’re like a meal/
hide, minstrel of my body's fable.
hide from me and i’ll count to ten.
 Sep 2015 Ayeglasses
ConnectHook
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.

U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.

U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.

U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .

U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.

In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Babylon is falling...
 Dec 2014 Ayeglasses
September
whore
 Dec 2014 Ayeglasses
September
filling holes in your heart by filling holes in your skin
dry walling your body and painting over the scar tissue

i wanna love you by the ocean but
you're not as beautiful as the skyline

tell me i'm a ****** up being for ******* with your feelings
while playing with your flesh
body origami, oh
you said you wanted it then

you only regret regretting it
oh skin
oh-cean
 Apr 2014 Ayeglasses
Marian
She looked into her handheld mirror
Every day just staring at the mirror
Clutched in her beautiful grey paw
Sometimes trying on satin pink ribbons
Tying them around her satin ears
But most of her time was spent
Sitting on her golden throne
Giving commands and orders
To her young mistress
And there she'd sit stately on her throne
With her pink quartz tiara
Placed upon her furry head
Garnet wand clutched in her paw

*~Marian~
Dedicated For My Cat, Lady Jane!! :) ~~~~<3
She Is My Pink Princess!!! :D ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This Poem, My HP Friends!!! :) ~~~~<3
This one isn't about you.
Don't worry, though, the next one probably will be.  
But this one, I promise, won't be about you.
It won't be about how you left
Or how you lied
Or how you made me feel
It won't be about the good times gone rotten
Or the times I let you control me
This one isn't about you
Or about my feelings for you
The feelings that were my fatal flaw.
This one doesn't even concern you.
It doesn't even mention the way you tore me apart
And then pretended I was the one who hurt you
This one isn't about the time I told you how I felt
The time when I told you I was broken
And you blamed ME for breaking you.
No, this one isn't about you.
****. It's always about you, isn't it?
 Oct 2013 Ayeglasses
September
heaven is 4837km away
(if you take the I90)
and i would walk every mile
to find my wings on your doorstep.
i hope you're doing well.
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