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 Mar 2017 Mr Ree
Organized Chaos
ZA
 Mar 2017 Mr Ree
Organized Chaos
ZA
Love is beautifully grand
this is absolutely true.
But I wouldn't sincerely know
if I were with anyone but you.
 Feb 2017 Mr Ree
Wake
You are me
 Feb 2017 Mr Ree
Wake
Whether by needle or ***,
through vain or throat,
nose or lungs,

by heart or soul,
through brain or toes,

you are me

We're gonna' make it
through this life
if it kills us

intoxicated or sober
chained or free

Doesn't matter

*because you are me
 Feb 2017 Mr Ree
D
Impure | explicit
 Feb 2017 Mr Ree
D
-

I am impure
I tell myself
silently, as
you hold me
down and
violently
**** the
living ****
out of me
.
.
I must admit,
I really needed it
Don't hold back
I'm begging you
 Nov 2016 Mr Ree
RA
I wished you on every
shooting star and they
burned my eyelids with their light
12:06 AM
November 1, 2016
 Oct 2016 Mr Ree
Lora Lee
Sugar Rush
 Oct 2016 Mr Ree
Lora Lee
You are the
         liquid sugar
I rub into
       my skin
soaked
through to my
pores so
deep within
on a cellular
level as I
gulp it down
swish in saliva
in liquid love
          sounds
washed through
my system
in textured
              spin    
you balance
out the thickness
of my insulin
           you
pique
          hot
energies
into blush-fused
                crush
swirling
endorphins
and hormones
in maelstrom rush
my cheeks
on fire,
ripe fruits
drip
          juice
I must
    breathe  
in staccato
to control
         this
  sluice  
But when I
get peak-high
and then
            *****
      so
           low
you harmonize
the taut,
        slick pull
of my
       undertow flow
It's just a matter
of a few
words, syll-a-
bles spoken
velvet-voiced
             cool
smooths
the rough      
of my
     broken
So please
        inject it,
fresh
into the river
of my blood
     Bring it over,
   hot sugar,
before  I
surge
   into
        flood
A little lightness to break up the heavy  :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMICD3aMZpw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANyWGZ7mj_U
You will not see my shadow pass
the gate of mournings eerie dark
Nor hear my voice among the reeds
that grow above my silenced heart
No fondest kiss to furrowed brow
to quell the torment of your making
for you have left me here alone
to sleep the sleep that knows no waking.
The last line was pilfered from a Victorian grave stone. It was too beautiful to leave there.
 Sep 2016 Mr Ree
CautiousRain
982
 Sep 2016 Mr Ree
CautiousRain
982
Meet me in the 982.

Where the flowers grow,
pink, red; purple, blue,
and the sun always sets,
a hazy mix, a palette box, a painted mess.

Meet me in the 982.

Where dreams collide,
memories drift, wander, shift,
and the moon is white,
like fine porcelain cups; fragile chips corrupt.

Meet me in the 981.

Where your eyes are hazel,
or are they blue? Maybe green;
haven't you noticed, voices changed,
an ordered desk, books arranged?

Meet me in the 981.

Where thoughts like this,
conglomerate or dissipate,
haven't you ever missed a song,
a smiling face, is something wrong?

Meet me where the numbers touch.

Where colors smell and words taste,
where the universe collapses and reshapes.

Meet me where dimensions merge,
where mirrors break and lights fade.

Meet me in the 982,
where my heart will race,
waiting here for you.
Dimension jumping from the 982? But what if I want you to stay here with me? I guess I can't control that. Idea from the subreddit here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/DimensionalJumping/
 Sep 2016 Mr Ree
JK Cabresos
Alone in the room,
my hands are stained
with poetry.
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