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  Jan 2016 vinny
curlygirl
he slowly poured
his soul into
the cracks of
her heart and
made her feel
as though she'd
never been broken
vinny Jan 2016
my sweet stormtrooper queen
pure white pristene
layin' it down
hot and mean

my sweet stormtrooper queen
hyperspace into my brain
take me over
i can't complain

my sweet stormtrooper queen
gotta find the droids
watch out for the dark one
try to avoid

my sweet stormtrooper queen
lookin' for the stolen plans
in a silver and blue garbage can

my sweet stormtrooper queen
scream in my face
disorient
gimme your sickness
until i'm spent
this was from the time you wanted that burrito so bad you were screaming into the phone to me it pierced my brain
vinny Jan 2016
you witnessed my true form last night
let's try to keep that on the down low
what's a little lycanthropy between friends right?
no one really needs to know

so now it makes perfect sense
all the howlin' at the moon
it was all to protect your sanctity
while wrapped in a silk cacoon

you may have noticed all the blood
and the severed pile of hands, to boast
those are from the most viable suitors
that tried to get too close

i was but a frequent customer
serving a greater need
your most loyal for a short time
a new host now must feed
  Jan 2016 vinny
Pablo Neruda
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the *****! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.
vinny Jan 2016
now is time to play your game
i can read a mile away
but i caution you to test me
i have a hidden hand to play

don't dare to try and hide your flaws
i've see them all before
the stretch marks and acne
make me love you more

its not my problem you don't love yourself
that's not on me
i love you enough for both of us
why can't you feel worthy?

so pull me in close
where it's safe to hide
put your hand in my pocket
i have nothing to hide
  Jan 2016 vinny
honeybee
you painted on my tongue
i can hear your gentle voice
wrapped around my jarring words

i tried to brush you away
drowned myself in mouthwash
tied a noose with floss,
but

you will never leave me
i am stained

i'll never know
the paintings i'd create
if i hadn't kissed you first
i don't want you there anymore. i don't want the feel of you on my skin, i don't want you. it's not healthy to drink yellow paint.
vinny Jan 2016
to love is to live
eloquent
imperfect
true
first pass

to love is to be addicted*
inarticulate
perfect
true
bad ***
not claiming credit for originating the phrase to "love is to live"
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