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shåi May 2017
her blood
drips lines of poetry
how she never saw how much she meant to me

her blood
drips lines of poetry
right beneath the shards
of shredded glass next to me

the fat sulking raindrops
of red soaks me
will she ever finally love me?

her blood drips
lines of poetry
i dont think ill ever
be so complete

(b.d.s.)
shåi Apr 2017
the oil machine
whirs, stirs
as naked, *****
lust filled bodies
turn
on bedsides
pleasure
in their spiritless
behinds
oil seeps,
a lethal snake-
pain these bodies
cannot take
as it runs through their
pulsing veins
immaculate temples
stripped by the stars
of the night
their delicate beauty, marred
snatched lotus flowers
crushed in the hands
of affection
oil drips
from dark hearts
broken cities
of love
forgotten, abandoned
its architect-reality
a tale of two worlds

(b.d.s.)
shåi Apr 2017
my body
covered like ivory
richest of all man's desires
a disarray of
such wet dreams

my skin
delicately with
each fold and crease
a mark of unfathomable
beauty

my lips
love back
harder than any love
you give
like a silent
symphony,
whispering

my voice
speaks in the tongue of love
its native language
and only one its
ever known

my face
a ornate mask
i can be any
fantasy,
just for you, baby

my eyes
embezzled jewels
construed upon
a woeful heart

hands
hard as nails
cared for like
a trough of crystals

forever yours
so effortlessly,
unknowingly,
*i have lost my true humanity.
i wrote this poem after a movie entitled the skin i live in
  Apr 2017 shåi
nivek
imprisoned by beauty
she hunted me down

led me away in chains
claimed me as her own.
shåi Apr 2017
her mind
wove assorted ornaments
          of vivid hues

each stitch
      an alternate reality
a story she wished she knew

her view,
a distant spectacle--
a casual onlooker
upon the lovely scene

emotions spin
      making its own ball of yarn
a tight knot forms

she is
her own
great nightmare

distorted reflections
grimace in horror
                her own doing

a black sea
bubbles and gurgles
liquifying sensual sins

beauty hides
the facade
         of her own madness

(b.d.s.)
shåi Apr 2017
damsels
in
solitude
terrified, wait
restlessly
as
cheating husbands
turn
in
others' bed
now under the midnight sky
(b.d.s.)
im working to get better at this poem style!!
  Apr 2017 shåi
Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.
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