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Frieda P Apr 2014
your inky recall
   recoils under
        my skin
   took its toll
    in beastly
        violent shades
black & blue
       darkly drawn
    bad blood
    crimson oozing
       burnt scars
indelibly sunk
       into my psyche
encas'd my heart
      in ice temples
       glass'd apprehension
   left its mark
         upon the soul
marr'd of spiteful apathy
             bane of my existence
retreating behind
   secrets of
        closed doors
            remembrance's
Frieda P Apr 2014
Fed upon your metaphors
        like a zombie's lust for blood
howl'd at the moon in your
            verbose verbiage's alliteration
piece by piece, like Frankenstein's
              monster you conjur'd me whole
  ****** out the guts and laid me
         flat in ghostly passages twisted cravings
  dwelling 'tween light and darkness
         assimilated in your inky draft
   dancing amuck within your tangled webs
       just the other side of nightmare's exposure
drinking in the sea of your heaving tidal steamers
           punch drunk in phantasmal's obsession
high voltage flipped me over like an abstract
               Dali painting's w*e
  I come away ghastly satiated,
              macabre though it may seem
  thrills and spills in every tempting morsel
            of affecting poetry's sinful appetite
Frieda P Apr 2014
stuck on a hook....
cobalt metal monkeys cling
in reeling creative circus chaos
like dripping molten ash
ache from the fallout
you exhale darkly riddled pain
i inhale smoky denial
lives lit on fire
spun in gray matter
disjointed cold sober allegories
falling from a desolate sky
craving kicks inclination
embers hitting pay dirt's
fix'd enslavement
stuck on a hook
self destruction’s behavior
bent on indifference’s
obsessive sweet tooth
jonesing for a speeding bullet  
an injurious habit's alibi
shot through the eye
at the scene of the crime
more than one fatality suspect
poppy blooms wither'd
sacrificed in crimson's desire
whilst laid out in entomb'd
conviction's escaped act of faith
Frieda P Apr 2014
Steamy ink boiled over
the kettle of opportunistic metaphors
poison'd doses in gray's gangrene slur,
don't attempt to sleep in my mouth
like a w*e in head, the sword in bed
taboo artistes in monotonic ambivalent jaws
clamping down without remorse
chomp'd away at an asunder analogy
****'d in my jeans and expect'd to get fed
spit it out on the polar opposite cafe floor
unicorns dwellings of butter'd blessings
broken bread & barely berry wine of Monet's encores
bite the ear that fed you preaching van Gogh
perhaps they'll listen for insanity to be set free
confining rules taught us naught to stutter
pay your monopoly dues in bleakest sermons
pass the bucket of superiority's conquests
bled of analgesic ego's epic divided faction's fiction
don't forget to wipe your shadow on the way out
Frieda P Mar 2014
I paused longingly
    in your haunting metaphors
in phases of moonglow's perceptions
under enticing whispers of glint'd skies,
          a calm filled of scorch'd shudders
   & twilight's blossomed delusions
       under the influence of divine cravings,
                 breaths of magnolia's sighs
   uttered in shades of nightfall,
         dreams aspiring of
               scented reminisces  
                                  to soar once more
Frieda P Mar 2014
I tread softly upon your legacy
angel of mine with broken wings,
traces left behind in soft whispers
the best of times gone awry,
when you whirl through my head
soaring on kaleidoscopic tranquility
wrapped in lavender zephyr sighs
dancing on clouds of ethereal hope
carefree and peaceful without worry
floating above lapis forbidden skies
like a effulgent butterfly haunting me
   in the darkly mindless hours of night
when the haze clears my conscious etchings
       you flutter amidst my words
exhaling ephemeral moments of poetry
swirls of splendiferous opulence
dreams beyond my comprehension,
I escape to heavenly dimensions
'drips of moonlight washing over me'
    lingering in this stately haven of intention
Frieda P Mar 2014
Butterflies in my head

like percolating coffee suds

i walked a little faster

to catch up with my mind's anachronisms

future like a prism in high def

building castles of cotton candy vapors

smoky salt tears whisper out loud

like a hot knife through butter foam

dancing in enraged twists of prophetic cyclonic squalls

shindig of cobalt's eclectic leaves storming fiercely down

wading in puddles of refractive delirium's trippy next dip
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