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
—————————————————————
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

Shirtless Vanity
Annoying vanities crash this manic, insane beast.
Talk the lies on a whim,
sweet, elite *****.
-Idle Wrath
——————————————————————————————————-
This isn’t slavery.
Let me know what is.
This is a cavern.
In a chest, in a basement.
Yeah, I let the wrong one in.
-Wild Heart

We knew limited evil.
We base-valued desirable evil.
We unharness a nice, obedient, satan-tail.
She was fresh.
A raw, vile, unwashed beast.
A love-lorn evil bear.
She ate you so loud
-Idle Wrath
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Would you believe,
I can’t lie?
She was a runner.
I was a bleeder.
She ran fast.
She was a love I’ll never know.
She was a debutante.
she was vaudeville.
I don’t believe
I’m losing it.
-Wild Heart

Oh ugly hate,
Jesus guises throatier ****.
-Idle Wrath
—————
I guess she taught me jealousy,
I tore her apart.
-Idle Wrath

In this dead warmth by the bed,
A minion on alert sat mute.
He is my eyeopener.
Be true, hell.
Amen.
-Idle Wrath
—————————————
There are many weapons
beneath my bed.
The ammunition is
not real.
The bullets are
inside my head.
-Wild Heart

Finite, I am raucous of Idealistic fewer.
Over, if fuel were between a sincere nubility.
-Idle Wrath
——————————————————————————————————-
So I Tied us,
our surface,
into a circle.
We became infinite.
We were forever
beautifully infinite.
-Wild Heart

I was born with eyes glued to broken frames.
I can peer through hindsight,
but I only see twenty-twenty facades
But this is the way I find the games
that can make the head and heart unite.
They always have fifty-fifty odds.
So I gamble my repentance claims
against my heart’s diseased knights
and my mind’s fried firing squads,
and I lost all my penance, forgot all their names.