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Madness tip toes
Ripping my brain through an eye socket
As its placed in the blender
My memories churn
Feelings splatter on the walls
Every thought I've ever had
Or ever will
Shredded and sprayed
As a ******* piece on display
You gaze at my wonders
My life
Sliding down every crevasse
Just to walk away
Unscathed from the beautiful mess
I sit in silence, a hollow shell
Only to look upon my life
As it was meant to be
A work of art
Sin
Rebelious mind against all godly.
Tryna push this pressure of me.
Nobody to stop me.
Seduction robbed me.
Started as an innocent introduction.
Befriended it's way through my thoughts and made me
fall in love with the idea of sin.
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Nely
Paradise
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Nely
The lord hid the heaven's between her rib cage, but Satan has hid paradise between those thighs.
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Keen
All I ask
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Keen
All I ask was for you to hug me,
So warm and tight.
All I ask was for you to stay,
For awhile or until we die.
All I ask was for you to hold me,
Hand by hand.
All I ask was for you to kiss me,
One last time,
Before you leave me.
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nobyelse
and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Kaye I
she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.
 Nov 2017 Iris Madden
Anne Molony
he wasn't
exactly
what I expected
him to be  

he kept his hair short and messy,
wore funny clothes and enjoyed
comic books, Daft Punk and
ginger-lemon-tea-brewing
of all things
and bless,
he thought his earrings
made him seem tough

In the end, it was
his confidence
that won me over
his smiley eyes
so seamlessly dissolved
my doubts and skepticism
and took with
them,
unexpectedly,
my heart

the kisses he'd plant on my forehead would
drag me into
his silly world where
wonderfully weird hats were worn seriously  
and music played on our
candy-coloured 2000s cd player
while we read together
on the couch

he offered to massage
my feet and I blushed and thought
that I was falling for him and
he laughed and pulled me
close into his chest
while I wept with joy
for I'd found  
happiness
I miss you
only for depeche mode fans; reboot.

i can't remember the last time i found
a piece of a really **** good
piece of music -
                  but you can surprise yourself
sometimes - with how you
forage on youtube  -
  while others are complaining about
this that and the other -
there's you, quietly foraging,
            ever more straying -
             with a gem appearing from time
to time...
                       *android love
-
                that's what this track feels like;
android love, morning frost,
                    a hangover early afternoon,
the bourbon perfume of a brothel.
The bitter truth is that
I am not what you want.
Not your fave ice cream flavour,
not your fave flower,
not your cup of tea,
not your fave tee.
I'm not your fave song,
not your fave scent,
not your fave weather,
not your fave sweater,
just not your fave anything.
My entire being.

The ugly thing is that
you're precisely what I want.
You're my fave ice cream flavour,
my fave flower,
my cup of tea,
my fave tee.
You're my fave song,
my fave scent,
my fave weather,
my fave sweater,
my fave everything.
Your entire being.

-m.b
At least we can both agree to disagree
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