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Gidgette Sep 2017
Looking into the still,
black waters
that is your
imagined soul,
My withering prince,
everything held within,
a mere reflection of the
nothingness of time
And did it hurt,
My withering prince?
When I fell through
all the nothingness
that is you?

My empty memories,
of your stone hands
bleed the spaces
between seconds,
between dry tears
And I likened my soul,
to the yellowing pages
of an aged book,
crumbling,
tattering,
with every touch

My withering prince,
did it hurt,
when I fell through,
all the nothingness,
that is you?~A
<3
Gidgette Sep 2017
There is no peace,
no soul at ease
We **** the dead
with the words we've said
And the deeds we've done
we've bled the sun
Humanity,
Insanity
There's a reason it rhymes
we all bleed bad times
And my daughter and I,
We know about "suffer"
wanna join us for supper?
And we cry
We cry,
Dance?
We do
For you
What of it?
Its ****
And we've done it
We feel
we ****
We are
The "flower mill"
Lock us in the basement
please
Be our replacement
We'll scratch
and we'll scream
As before
you better believe
And we'll make it
just fine
Cause you better believe,
I'm hers and
She's mine
Refined
Defined
Taking our time
We're on a rope
No hope
Her mamma,
cries like crazy
But she knows
She's
her mommas baby
My Stella,
And there ain't no fella
Gonna ever take the place
of my baby
Because we
are
Humanity
Insanity
And that's the way it
goes
And we?
We are
The flower mill
We ****
We chance
Wanna Dance?
Gidgette Sep 2017
The devil resides on a fence post,
covered in honeysuckle and black berry vines
Across the dirt road in front of my house
He squats there,
atop that post
With his beautiful grin and blue eyes
He has demples when he smiles,
and hair the colour of hay
His voice,
is that of silken sin
Offering up a drunkenness that the finest of whiskys can't give
He drowns me in satin,
posing promises never kept
He bruises peaches,
and feeds on flames
Beckoning my flesh,
with the sharpest of silver blades~A
I speak of this hell of addiction. It seems I've sold my soul to it. But we all have our vices.
  Sep 2017 Gidgette
Barker
My gender
My ****** orientation
My disability
My problems
My colour of skin
My size
My voice
My place of origin
My clothes
My religion
My past
My mistakes
My label
Shouldn't be the determination of how you treat me
(c)Ibarker
Gidgette Sep 2017
May I drink of thine unguilded mortality, and dine,
upon thine ivory flesh
my love?
Thou art, the essence of light,
and perfection
May I kiss those full blooming lips,
in the shadow of the moon?
Wilt thou hold me close,
and quicken my withered heart,
once more?
I wish to make love,
'neath the willows,
letting midnight's dew,
gently,
kiss our skin
Let us be
forever
intertwined
Let All who will,
bare as witness,
to our immortal sin
May we dance together,
forever,
in The Dark of Dawn~A
I don't usually write love poems.
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