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 Sep 2017 Artistry
Lady ꓘ
I guess you thought I'd be wrapping my
arms around someone new by now
But unlike you, I can sit
comfortably in my sorrows
I don't need conversation
I have them with myself all the time
I don't need a strangers lips  
I like having them pressed against my familiar wine
I don't need those midnight phone calls
Where I sleep to the sound of your voice
I sleep when I want to now
And even where I sleep is my choice
I don't need your morning texts
Your "Have a great day's"
I needed you to keep your word
But hey, **** happens nowadays
 Sep 2017 Artistry
Pagan Paul
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I want my poems to scream of ***,
of lust and of carnal fuckery.
To ******* the seeds of words,
****-splashed on a page of muckery.

And teasing those clitoral synapses,
along nerve lines of innuendo.
Lapping verses in the valley below,
raising fantasy to literal crescendo.

I want my words to make you ***,
and ache over and over again.
To shriek my name and fall in love
with my purple tipped pen.

And with my seminal inky spillage
'pon your creamy sheets of vellum,
remember now those ***** stanzas
****** deep into your cerebellum.

© Pagan Paul (24/07/17)
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 Sep 2017 Artistry
Pagan Paul
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I see her beautiful shape
laying still and quiet in our bed,
sleeping form curled around the pillow
on which I left my scent.
But I am a self made Ghost
and I saw her cry all day.
I am a shadow and feel nothing
and I left her because I loved her.

So I died,
by my own hands,
maybe soon,
she will understand.

I never deserved her, she deserved more,
so I showed myself to the leaving door.
Inside the darkness had begun to call,
step over the edge and start to fall.

Bereft of life, she found my shell,
screamed at me from the depths of Hell.
Tears streamed in gushing torrent
expressing a grief I did not warrant.

So in the ether I pen this note,
words can no longer leave my throat.
I left my love to set her free,
I couldn't keep her bound to me.

And whilst she gazes at my picture on the shelf,
may the Universe bless her not to blame herself.


© Pagan Paul (18/08/17)
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A Note From The Ghost of a Successful Suicide
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 Sep 2017 Artistry
Heaven
If only I had known
it would be the last time I heard your voice,
I would have kept you up just a little bit longer.

If I had known
it would be the last time I told you I love you,
I would have said it hundreds of times over.

If I had known
it was the last time I was gonna hold you in my arms,
I would have held on tighter.

If I had known,
I would have done it all better.
Talked to you more, held you longer.

If I had known you had that gun,
I would have had one too.
 Sep 2017 Artistry
Heaven
I just realized
that I've been running away from myself.
I am the monster.
I am my demons.
They all made a home inside of me.
The longer I'm still here,
they are here with me.
I am my worst nightmare.
I am my best dream.
I am the things I hate.
I hold the things I hate.
I only hate
me
I am what I spent my whole life running from. I will never be what I was running to. I will never be the master of my fate. I have already given the demons the key.
 Aug 2017 Artistry
Em MacKenzie
Goodnight to all, it's time to die,
I'm going to join the stars in the sky,
you'll see me if you truly stare,
even when the skies are bare.
Just think of me, and I'll be there.

Bring me home and don't cry for me,
I was the weakest branch in the family tree,
and it's time for new life to grow,
you'll feel my arms in the wind's blow,
yes you must know, it's hard to go.

We did laugh, we did cry,
we gave each day our best try,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
everyone has their time come.

Farewell to the girl I love,
you made my life all I ever dreamed of,
and within you I found my home,
you made darkness gold and sadness chrome,
but now it's time for my soul to roam.

But we did love, we did live,
we gave eachother all we could give,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
death makes exceptions for no one.

Goodbye to all, return me to the earth,
to the planet that gave me birth,
you'll feel me in all of the seas,
you'll find me in every tree's leaves,
so you see for me; you need not grieve.

We did laugh, we did cry,
now it's time for my goodbye,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
it seems my time is finally done.

We did live and we did more,
but there's no chance for an encore,
'cause as the moon relieves the sun,
mortality's a battle never won.
I drapped his shirt over my bare skin
hoping it felt like home,
just like yours did when i put it on.
But it didn't quite hug my skin
the right way
and the smell didn't take me to
the sky like yours did.
And every time i left
his place all i could think about
was you and where you were.
I wondered if you were with her
and i knew that was selfish considering
i was leaving another's house.
I knew he didn't care about me
half as much as you cared
about those you loved.
And i knew you probably cared about
her.
And he didn't tell me to text
him when i got home safe,
like you would.
And i counted the cigarette burns
on his skin and wondered
if the burns you left on my soul
showed through my eyes
my laugh
and my voice
cause god only knows
you nearly burned
every part of me.
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