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Born Aug 2015
And if I were to fall you would know
from miles they will be warned


without doubt he has fallen (whispers from gossips)

that day
earth will speak with a thunderous voice
winds will freeze
and time will stop

Kings will proclaim it to be a holiday of regret
the one veiled with kisses that hurt
and caresses  that slither
  Aug 2015 Born
poetessa diabolica
Still hunger for your skin,
  thirsting the lips that
   once melded into mine
one last blissful night together
  flowing of wine and passion,
never suspecting you were
   letting me down easy,
our hearts were in sync -
      or so I was led to believe
   veiled in ecstasy,
    a cruelty worse than death
      in the least, dying has a final chapter
Born Aug 2015
Tell me something about hoes and prostitutes that I don't know


Something about shame
Lost dignity
tarnished pride
echoes
                    and
                      
                                    echoe­s
of lost innocence


The untold stories
still unfolding

Your drunk now
You puke then
You've passed out after

Seconds ago
You were "high" on everest
something that comes with youth
being zillious
or just  "swag" they insist
Born Jul 2015
These stars sim darker
These heart was just massacred
These thoughts are forever taunting
These life is worse than death

Tell you something you don't know
these soul can be thistled
keep, keeping running and landing on thorns
your stared with thoughts of being devoured

decades ago
he sang you tales of stealth
but darkness, can be stronger
this is war
and cowards, are the only ones who are possessed with fear

They will write anthems of your courage
sing songs of your strength
perform poems to your broken widows
your progeny, will know of your suffering and sacrifice
'a beautiful dalliance indeed'

You armor yourself with solitude
instead of golds they offer you
they are gone
but they took you with them "it Sims"

The bishop says
your just a devil among angels
but deep, deep down
he knows your an angel among demons
Born Jul 2015
You'll always be my heart beat
Born Jul 2015
I have been in a coffin
trying to forget my sad days behind

I've been on a cliff
trying to jump my way to freedom

I have been a poet
trying to write my days away

I have been an orphan
trying to run from winter of no mercy

I have been a killer
found it soothing to drink warm blood from her veins

I have been a shooter
a fearless monster

I have been a keeper
trying to cherish the pain and void that kept me going
  Jul 2015 Born
poetessa diabolica
Ink staining blank pages,
sentiments caught fire

blurb in the moment,
a notion for the ages

simple inspiration's  nectar,
provocation's bedevilment

mockingbird of emotions
all that is sacred and trivial

tempting a blind ear to hear
invoking silent eyes to see

tainted lips to sing for eternity
asunder notes of parchment

one's own big blast of creation
*poetry in the making
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