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Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
The sky is black
The stars are
Red
Blue
White
Like a painting
They are
Sprinkled across
The canvas
God is
The artist
 Mar 2020 Slightly Lovely
Napolis
Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.
I like
Who I am
When I’m with
Her
You came to me an angel.
With gleaming eyes, seduced.
Around your head a halo,
now become my noose.
Quickwrite
The stars shine bright

as the moon emits light

It's all prettier than I write




I write about depression

My obsessions

and my daily confessions




It's easier to write

than to fight

most of the time




I write by candlelight

or so I wish

I instead write by a LED light

The one I bought on wish

but that's not the important bit




The sun & the moon

will always upstage

this fool

after all,

they're too

**** beautiful
The shimmering gold mixing with the soft amber tones of the lake creates a swirling effect, resembling little galaxies. Theres incandescent stardust on my skin. Everything is warm and hazy and I think I might've fallen asleep in the pool of sunlight that I fell into.
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