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Oct 2010 · 579
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midnight prague Oct 2010
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your burdens unfold like birth
they scar me
holding me in a uproar
Oct 2010 · 776
she is mine
midnight prague Oct 2010
in a breathe that so suddenly escaped
words for you so sincerely I have shaped
poetry time and time again I have *****

she is mine

how leaves belong to the grapevine

she is mine

on the stage me and her
we arise
we emerge

the purge of rotten eyes comes in secret splurge
we wont let them be our fall
I wont let them deafen my ears to your powerful call
it all means nothing to me
at all

seep in the menthol
hands clasped
lips grasped

your eyes shower me like rainfall
your dark eyes weaken me like nightfall
my precious
porcelain
doll
Oct 2010 · 901
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midnight prague Oct 2010
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transgenered abomination of laughing lilies
who was I when in thought of that life
reading the old pages of transfixed emotion tied into yours
but for another
with you
hearts nauseous and repugnant
fingers stilted
still 3 overweight words
breaking the air I speak on, somewhere blowing in the breeze
I hear its calling
no denial
no fight in lifes court
no
no
trial

no remembering kisses in april
no remembering broken bottles
no remembering a girl built castle
or the dazzle
scorn his devil
rot the bashful
inside of me, inconsistent in liqiuadating inervation
and defiant sensitivity

dance the night away when its humid
and sweat the sweat of slaves
dance on top of your ruins
and forget the lonely songs of yesterday
Oct 2010 · 2.3k
Europe
midnight prague Oct 2010
ponder with me as I throw these diaries
filled with tales of ******* and burnt down cities
towards the direction of every ear
that had but a moment to listen to my plea
of how other lands hold the children of my sanity
of how in other lands I see decadent beauty
how I feel the gnawing tearing in me awfully

supernatural were the nights I imbedded in sultry
cringed smiles and listened to the forgein birdies
inhaled the fumes of gasoline and drowned in the glorifying sunny
wet my lips in salty water and enjoyed the stinging in my eyes
graced the cannabis valleys
and the meadows of sustenance and endless possibility

the waterfalls of magnificent hidden deep in the earth
behind the roses of my ancestors

speak to me my land
call on to me louder
hinder me away from this place
and manifest within in me your womanly power

seek me oh mother land
and cast me away from shattered lives
bring me back to you
and beg me todestroy this demise

I am toughly and sickly
at the same time

shower me with your graciousness
and devoutly banish my crime
I will wait for the thunder calling
and make excuses for this ****** place in the meantime

— The End —