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Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
the window I look through has your eyes
the coffee I pour out has your smile.
staring into the sun
smirking.

I have the dark roast you despised
draw the curtains.
Im eager to beat the blame.
Faking a sigh,
you turn nine shades of insane at the sound of my name.

im so glad.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
Aged to perfection.
if tongue were possessed,
the stories it would tell.
Fighting life's cruelties,
with elitist disregard.
Unjust paradigms,
swept under the rug.
Misleading confessions,
of love not truly overcome.
Damsels left in distress,
while prince charming clears his glass.
Like Alice through the rabbit hole,
living in a dream.
Drink up.
Shrink down.
Forget all.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
Day in.
Night out.
Inhabit the uninhabitable.
Burn,
and smolder.
Who left you behind?
**** to ****.
Lip to lip.
Restless lovers on a summers night.
No frill and lace for you.
Decrepit corpses of once treasured breaks.
Repulsive and lovely.
Persuasively fickle.
Sinews haphazardly soldered together.
Lithesome substance,
leave your remains.
Salacious.
Canine.
Obsessive.
Cancer.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
Gauze and gargle,
clots and codeine.
   No straws!
   No scotch!
Where wounds heal,
craters remain.
Months pass,
violence fills the void.
A call,
a message,
a beacon of hope.
A crown for the headless king,
  asleep in the depths of his saliva slicked cave.
Clasping and grasping,
  an imposter of the highest caliber.
**this was meant to be an elegy to the loss of an extracted tooth.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
A fizzle.
A fury.
The rabbit and the hole.
Like puzzle pieces left out in the rain.
Overexposure,
         White hot.
Ex-communication leads to excommunication.
This is your brain on drugs.
Intravenous lover,
  **** the marrow dry.
          White hot.
  blistering
Pustules darling!
Transgress,
then offer a pause,
      as though we had ever begun to play.
Like a claustrophobic *******,
leasing out a shoebox.
I want in for good.
I want out for life.
Lets play hide,
  all the seekers are dead.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
On a bed of harmony,
   your past lovers mourn.
A foundation of laments,
  waxing and waning.
Burdened by history,
  the future fades.
Control the composure,
keep dark thoughts at bay.
Even the walls of the strongest castles
crack and give way.
Anonymouse Jane Dec 2013
fathered by frenzy,
true love is born.
convulsing into complacency,
it withers as we mourn.
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