She is so risque;

She puts his tongue in her mouth

…but not in that way.

I craft mirrors that face mirrors.

I can do this handmade

with glass-shard scissors,

and symmetrical blades,

to point out your imperfections.

So you’ll launch vanity crusades

against your infinite reflections.

and look into that mirrored-mirror war

and see my reflection weapon expel

endless seas of endless gore

into an infinite mirrored hell.

The worst alliteration
is living life alone.
But It's only this way
in the aftermath of your three word slang:
Semantics of Futility
In Virtue of
Want Lacking Possibility.
But sometimes
I'll put three other words before names
through the blender in my brain.
Several times,
I found the antithesis
of your old anagram.
It even rhymes:
My life is a predictable palindrome.
It rides our orbit of my *****
that forgot how to roam.

I fell down
when you said,
"drop dead"
and didn't make a sound.

Am I,
protected and Ignorant?
Instead, choose to
countlessly amount problems.
Often wondering that romance, anyways
blind being without shade:
Sun-gazer;
fry pain from eyes.
As closed eyes turn,
eyes open for curiousity
you punish
No, just no…
Punish you, curiousity for open eyes.
turn eyes closed
as eyes, from pain, fry.
sun-gazer;
shade without being blind.                    
anyways, romance that wondering, often.
problems amount countlessly
to choose instead:
Ignorant
and
protected;
I am.

Make Out a Healthy Vision
I am a gainful, young-eyed lad;
Innovate of gooey truth,
It’s yummy dishonor.
You idle, now,
staler, evil one.
-Idle Wrath
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I Love You --------------
My Language failed you and I.
I have not forgotten you.
My mind is your host.
You lied now,
Love is eternal.
-Wild Heart

Inside my room,
The hot groans
screamed
A merry finishing.
…Lame whine.
Nicer emotions
Lift along
A meekness.
-Idle Wrath
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Another ghost
scared me
Fingers in my hair
meanwhile
more nicotines
falling to make sense.
-Wild Heart