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 Nov 2019
Gidgette
I keep your flowers there,
in the back corner of my
Dark Heart
They wilted long ago
I water them with saline tears
and
an ever waiting heart
You crept up
from that secret place
Fake Bright
in my black space
~A
None
 Nov 2019
SamanthaX
2.14.

Cut me open
just to watch me bleed
Legends can be told
by the scars on my body
When hero’s
become human
From their glory they fall
With a world so corrupt
Comfort can be
found in the tales
of monsters and men
They hid under
your bed
stay hidden
in your head

Do you want to see
what I see?

I whispered in your ear
in the dead of the night
Rough hands
running up
running  down  
Wanting between
my thighs

I can see the lust
written in blood
Grey skies
Old graves
It’s a cold autumn day
Ballet of fallen leafs
In my bare feet
It’s my favourite playground
a cemetery of dead dreams
I collected over the
***** consumer
centuries

I’m comfortable when
the walls come
crumbling down
Finding serenity in misery
At least something
understands me
In times of tragedy
I’m always at peace

Perhaps that’s why
I’m excited to die
I tell the black crows
In circles they fly
I want them to
take me away
see every dark
and twisted place

Through the eyes of a bird  
I will travel this world
 Nov 2019
misha
I am embraced by
The Left Hand Path's
righteous rage.
Watch me throw
my halo in the trash
my wings in the trash
your words in the trash.

Only I can **** them all.
Rampage, rampage,
until angels lay at my feet
like fallen stars.
God can't do anything.
Only I can.
Only I can save myself.
People here keep writing about how believing in god will make everything okay! uwu god cured my depression! I've even seen it on some of my own posts. And it really ****** me off because I've experienced so much trauma in the name of religion.
 Oct 2019
Lillith
Samhain,
What does it mean?
Is it just Halloween?
Welcome the dark,
Not the evil,
Welcome the seasons,
And be peaceful,
Dress up and play pretend,
Join together,
in a song that never ends,
Celebrate with me,
In a night filled with glee,
From now to tommorow,
Happy Samhain!
Happy Samhain Guys!!
Or Halloween!
Whichever you prefer
Have a nice night!
 Oct 2019
Traveler
If within the limitation of parentheses
(Throw away information goes here)
Holds the reflection in a greater sphere
I hold in my heart (Mostly in my art)
The thought of you my dear
Your heart should be aware
(Written in the stars
In our private holy hemisphere)
We have always
To each other been near

Sub-atomically we arrived (In ethereal beauty)
Aesthetic attractions draws us
Again we manifest (Another mess)
Until we learn the laws (Of eternal rest)
Then shall we begin again (In thee end)
Traveler Tim

Drawn on the spirit of E.E.Cummings
Who died a month before I was born.
 Oct 2019
Reign Summers
I can handle
***** looks there
and insults here
I can handle
your hatred
and their sneers

But misunderstandings are out of my control
How you choose to understand me is out of my hold
What I said myself, I can be called out for
But what you heard, is my worry no more

And I could care less
About your interpretation
When it's like I speak English
And your language is set on Malaysian

I'm sick and tired of apologising to you
Especially when it's for your own wrong judgment too
Why should I be saying sorry
For how somebody else sees me

I forgave you
Although you never did ask for it
And I accepted the apology
Although I never did recieve it

I try to look from your side
So much that I forget to defend my side
For once look at things from my point of view
Maybe actually listen, before trying to get your point through

I can say sorry for unintentionally hurting you
But saying sorry for an innocent action is something I won't do
So for the love of God get this huge misunderstanding out of your mind
That you'll walk away after twisting my words and I'll cry over being left behind
 Oct 2019
Salmabanu Hatim
He loved kissing,
Then say,"Just loving".
He kissed my fingers,
All clenched except the middle one.
He kissed my neck,
It was soon covered with rashes.
Next he kissed my cheeks,
An ugly dark red acne broke out.
That was the last straw!
I smeared sleeping aryuvidic herb on my lips,
He  kissed them,
He became senseless.
29/10/2019
 Oct 2019
CLARYT
Dip it, your brush,
Into my ***,
And sweep it across my mouth,
Grip it, my throat,
Squeezing your thumbs,
And slowly begin to move south,
Kiss it, my breast,
Taste with your tongue,
Savour the mound with delight,
Sup it, my ***,
Drink from the well,
Make art with me, into the night.

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019
******* is the most sublime form of art, in my opinion
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