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She held the dark apple in her hand
He ate it but felt so sole
He offered her his heart
Instead she took his soul.

She dragged him to her dark land
but he couldn't call it a home
He felt so used, it was love he thought
instead in an endless sorrow he dove.

The time passed she consumed his spirit
the evil in her has no limit.

Once he became useless..

she caged him with the rest of the boys in the basement
so she could start searching for a replacement

A new man with pure essence
A man with a spiritual possesion

a man ready for the next apple
a man who will lose the battle...


Words Of Harfouchism
This is a sequel to " A dark apple " by " Mystic Angel"
 Sep 2014 Marissa Kohlman
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My lungs were full
of so much anger.

I have an audience waiting for me
to scream
and sing.

I entertain with the weight I carry.
I entertain with the love I've lost.

I sang a song, I sang another..
and won't you believe it,
my emotions were tearing me apart.

They tore through my ribcage,
poured out my hands,
decorating the microphone I grasped so tightly.
They burst from my back, filling the air
like crows fill skies
under sorrow filled nights.

I felt my heart drowning
In my new blood.

And the crowd goes crazy.

I feel my heart drowning
in my new blood
The stage is my home
and I am a monster
with a penchant for control.

They sang with me,
echoing the words that slid down my
tongue.

I entertain them
with the weight of my past.
I entertain them
with the love I've lost.

I entertain them with the weight I carry.

I entertain them

with the weight I carry.
 Sep 2014 Marissa Kohlman
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Abyss
 Sep 2014 Marissa Kohlman
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Your eyes-
coal black fire
mirrors of my desire

Your mouth-
warm bath of oaths
bespoken for

Your *******-
rouged red-bullet tipped
honeysuckled bliss

Those hips-my reins
move you the way
I need you most

and your kiss-
like a hiss from a dip
of a branding iron

burn me with your lips
and make me yours-
ride me into the abyss

-of sighs.

r ~ 9/25/14
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Silently lie in the grass,
On the hill above the lights.
Steal a kiss,
In between ,
Each drag on this cigarette.
And
Let's
Take bets on which is more
Dangerous.
 Sep 2014 Marissa Kohlman
Marian
I can imagine us walking together
'Neath creamy strawberry hued clouds
Ephemeral breezes whispering secrets
Inside our listening ears
Of vain wishes and frivolous thoughts
Our laughter shall echo through the valley
Golden days on the dreamy farm
Bubbling creeks and rippling springs
Autumn's bitter breezes
Bring apple picking memories
Strong breath of nostalgia
I long for those golden days
Walks in the woods
And barefoot girls riding gentle horses
But alas, my dreams have crumbled
In the palms of my hands
Only broken shards remain
Of those golden yesterdays
That never were

**~Marian~
Wrote this today (September 22, 2014)!!! ~~~~~<3
Unfortunately, I don't know what time I started
Typing this one...I was in a hurry to get my thoughts
Written...Sorry for that!! ~~~~~<3 :)
Hope you enjoy this poem!!! :) ~~~~~~~<3
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