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Culpoetry Feb 2014
I place my mouth by his ear,
My mind by his form.

I shiver, releasing a faint
withered whisper - the waves
of my tone, like cold water

encircles him, crushing its' way
inwards and bursts the blimp
that it his ego.

It spirals down and breaks down walls-

Opens doors. He sees a warming glow.
It reminds him of a distant lover.

Her exothermic aura a radiant shield
its' colour curved around her curvature.

Their energies once intertwined like
a Venn diagram of tension.
don't let my mind slip
not again
Culpoetry Jan 2014
Shiver images and
False steel skins
Snakes with the flesh of worms

A stalwart farce
Etched in his whispers
Gaining entrance with false words

Selfish, dear?
Standing there, proud
Entrenched in denial
Smothered in beer

Oh,
Shield me from his
Verbal precipitation
Like an umbrella

His denials are deeper
than the Mariana trench
Culpoetry Jan 2014
It's hard
to feel
when you're
addicted
to someone

It's hard
To breathe
In this cage
You dwell

Continuing on
Hopeless ends

Built upon
false confidence

When
Drunken minds
Speak
Sober thoughts

Of fantasies
In which
We are wrought

Lead me on
Twist my words

We won't be
'Til the truth
is heard

Dressed in false skins
of rusted metals
Acidic stings of
aimless love

It's why you pretend
You're someone else

It's hard
To love
In this cage
You dwell

Proeliator
One after
the other

A hopeless
cycle of
broken love

Anxious shivers
To shivered hopes

It's hard
to feel
when you're
hung by a rope

And in a
haze of
verdant green

I found you out
I tore down
the scene

A serpent to
my soul's
amnesty

It's hard
to feel
when you're
addicted
to someone

Someone else.
Culpoetry Dec 2013
within the wordsmith's labyrinth | my eyes like an abyss on absinthe
a whisper from the fallen nymph | entrenched, her voice like a perfect fifth
Culpoetry Dec 2013
I'm hearing sirens
and slang alike

Explode,
in such great volumes

Over the sombre tones
of gas pipes
and chirping birds

For these are the
sweet, sublime sounds
of my dear town.

Gunshot. Shouting.
"Out!"
Culpoetry Dec 2013
I’m sure!
If we shape
New tendrils

This friendship
Shall never falter.
Culpoetry Dec 2013
Christ,

I left my head in
the haze of sweeteners

I left my stomach in
An ocean of skimmed milk

I left my faith in
Your warm embrace

I feel a unicorn's horn
Piercing an entire canyon
In my mind

If I have a third eye
Then Christ, it's calcified


(I must purge this curse
Wash it in white dye

I must revitalise
Unless I'll die)
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