you will
always be
the object
of
desire

there is no price
that can be paid

no action,
nor tribute
can guarantee
your hand

you will
always be
the object
of
our desire

for you are like a
beautiful flower,
impossible to
pluck

you will
always be
the object
of
my desire

I’ve dreamed of you
long after
I thought
the fluttering things
in my heart
had died

and yet there they came
creeping up
all the way into my
brain
to wrench my heart
back as it once
had

maybe you may or may not see me
if you think you see me anywhere,
i may soon no longer be around,
but i may be gone into the softly air;
and in the subtle shadows,
of the flutter of the coloured leaves,
you may or may not see me,
floating in the billowed branches breeze.

maybe you may or may not see me,
this insight i shall never know,
for my life, i feel now dims to darkness,
trembling like a tiny, weakened flaming glow;
and within these dwindling hours here,
you may see me, or this may not be so,
for i am not sure if i was really there,
but, i know that shortly i must go...
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soon me:
http://beautyineverything.com/4974900160

(Warning this poem contains visual content
which may be considered too morbid or shocking
for those of refined and gentle tastes.)

Rock a-bye-bye, Bethy,
from the wood-beam rafter stock,
when the neck-noose tightens,
Bethy's body will twitch, sway and will rock,
the chair she kicked out shall tumble and fall,
and rock a-bye-bye Bethy, will be dead and that's all.
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Disturbing photographic image:
http://beautyineverything.com/2375915615

i remember too many things
i should not,
things best left behind,
memories since best forgot.

i remember the things it seems,
things left in the wake,
of all my failed, unrealistic dreams,
all in all to forsake,
now I stand here alone without any schemes,
i now live in the lies i alone make.

i remember too many things,
and now i lay here in shame,
of neglected love and misfortune's slings.

i know i saw you weeping in the rain,
you flagged a ***** yellow taxi,
climbed in the back and sped away.

i know i saw you weeping in the rain,
in one sad eye and out the other,
and i never even knew your name.

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visual imagery:
http://beautyineverything.com/4954403808

how often now does one let go?
to truly not care
to look the other way
and listen in the same
direction

I have given up many a time
knowing I have failed
or others have failed
me
or perhaps the cards
were drawn wrong
or
the bet just wasn’t
right

but whatever it is
I have always known
that failure is not
an option but cutting
loses is

I don’t want to fight
if there’s no way to
win

so I don’t fight

I don’t want to hurt
myself if someone’s
going to

so I go with someone
else

I don’t want to lose

so I quit

it’s backwards and strange
but it’s what I do

I give up
and enjoy

leaving looking back
for the weak and the
guilty