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Beaux May 2016
What dark whispers lay at the bottom of the Ocean's depths
Silent screams echoing into black void
Evolution taking place while you sink
Sink
Sink
Sink with me
Fall into sandy graves where your mother weeps
Refraining from the light which comforts and praises
Crawl
Crawl so far to where you picnic near Hell
Crawl
For you are but a step in the Gods' path
Beaux May 2016
She puts hearts on things she shouldn't.
She cries at everything but death.
She waits for no one and all.
And can't comprehend grace.
She's a star burning out and running free.
She's everything that's not.
And everything I should be.
She's careful and weary of all living things.
But smiles at death and winks confidently.
Like crumbled words on damp paper.
Fleeting but powerful indeed.
Beaux May 2016
Even
As Children
We Are Taught
To Keep Our Hands
From Closing Windows & Doors
Beaux Apr 2016
What weary winged doves do rest on mother's chest
As crimson sisters draw near
With them grows darkness
Bringers of doubt and dreary dreams

"Worry not, lovely doves."
The mother says so dear

For she carries them as light on high
To never feel the exhaust of fear

In new homes the doves do rest
In light and brightness and glee
Living on above the darkness
The living the sisters fear
Beaux Mar 2016
everything exist past a cup of tea

**sip
Beaux Oct 2015
Strut proudly backwards in zig zag lines
Never to step
Or misinform or crime
Listening to time's broken bells
Left at the Old Man's spell
Crippled by stranger eyes
Horizons built not seen or signed
Discredited and neglected
He's alive, he's alive
Beaux Oct 2015
the image of perfection tarnished
by human lust and will
eyes of love crumble
as does the will
image of perfection tarnished
burned and killed
who can see the blood stained marble
hanging from the limb
tiny string it does attach
broken knives do ****
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