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Peaceful place,
With not much space,
With lots of green plants,
Along with hidden ants,
My garden.
Every day,
From twelve to three,
He comes to visit me.
"Hoo hoo hoo",
He talks to me,
But i never could'm see.
He became my best friend,
With whom i never had to pretend,
He would listen, i would talk,
I'd never had to balk.
The day was gloomy,
It ought to rain,
I've felt so puny,
I've felt great pain.
I did something bad,
At least that's what he said,
And I was punished,
While i thought :
"God, why am i not dead ?"
The days passed slowly by,
And i was just looking at the sky,
I coulden't move,
The bruises could that prove.
"Hoo hoo hoo",
I heard again,
And thought :
"So you didnt left me then"
"Hoo hoo hoo",
"I'm here for you",
I raised my look,
There he was, next to me,
I could finally see.
I wish i could pet him on the head,
But I couldn't rise my hand,
"Hoo hoo hoo",
"I'm here for you"
He said and look to the skies,
While my tears have dries,
And I slowely closed my eyes.
We escaped from the pain,
I was happy again.
After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his *****
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.
Distance
Aching heart
Pleading lips
Untouched hips
Begging to just be held
In those sweet arms
I envy those who get
To see those eyes
And my favorite scar
The butterflies
Came back to me one night
And have since been fluttering
Trying to be freed
They too wish for you back
To calm their impatience
I whisper each night
To assure that I never lose faith
Because it's all I have without you
Faith to see you
That our love will once again
CLASH
With ecstacy and joy
To simply be reunited
In your arms
With those lips
Would surely cure all and any
Of my ailments.
 Jan 2014 Sienna Burroughs
Emily
I'm not very attracted
To those who're easy
Those who go out
And act like they're so hot
Like what they do
Doesn't matter
As if there are
No consequences
I can get to know you
And love how you are
Love how you look
Walk and talk
But if you do that
With everyone
That crosses your path
You're no longer that special
Nor are you unique
You're not a person
Worth treasuring
It's a shame
People don't realize
Every choice
Makes a difference
When it comes to
Building one's character
© Peyton 2014
Let's go ride a carpet
Over castles unimaginably vast
And maybe we'll stop on a planet
Racing through the stars so fast

Let's run through meadows of flowers
***** feet & daisies in my hair
Lay down together in the spring showers
Happy that life finally seems fair

Let's go to the ocean blue
Jumping in the waves with no regret
Swim with the mermaids, one for me and you
Telling secrets we'll never forget

Let's go on an adventure
Tell me something to think through
I honestly don't mind whatever we do
As long as I spend my days with you
 Dec 2013 Sienna Burroughs
kenye
She's no
Fragile
*******
Flower

She'll plant
Seeds
in
sanity

And grow
Through
Telepathic
Psychopathy

Passed
the
past
too rough
for diamonds

What didn't **** her
made her outpower
her ego

And she sent her soul
To cocktease
my cognitive construct
in haunting hallucinations

The girl next door
frantically feeling me up
via shared consciousness

She
suppressed
this obsession
So she's always
locked in my mind
like a ***** secret

She holds
the key
like a
cuckold

constricting roots
to hold me down
to Earth
with
no
release

She's
a wild
*******
flower
 Dec 2013 Sienna Burroughs
kenye
I Held her hand through the chaos
when the sky came falling
it was just us
and the rest 
of the star stuff

coming
colliding
crashing

planes 
of 
space
time
and 
all­ 
in 
between
her lips

The Goddess
in the flesh
emanating
forcefields of
****** up
electromagnetic
heartbeats
projecting
purging
protecting
conne­cted
like the light that graces us
Even as we're tearing
through the Mayhem
Even if she tears at herself
with a razor
leaving everlasting marks
of loneliness
She's still 
******* beautiful to me
Her anti-battlescars
Her wrist tattoos
to cover up the marks
and make pain into art
 Dec 2013 Sienna Burroughs
kenye
Your past
has constantly got you
trigger
finger itchin'
pulling
at the stitches

Tempting you to spill
your insides out
To re-write love on your arms
Like you meant the cuts
To cut the conversation short

Capitalizing
a blood loss
in a blog
of glamorized
self-inflicted
battle scars

Some masochistic pride
pulled you into the abyss
Where do you draw the line?
Between exploitation
and raising awareness?
her words laid out before
me like a feast of the fanciful mind
and her inner demons like ravens of the soiled soul
hold themselves at the ready with wary eyes
her words spill in slow honey
smooth on the minds tongue
and leaves an aftertaste like mull wine
leaves one lightheaded and without inhibition
i become a drunkard of her thought
forever lounging near her lips in my mind
waiting for the intoxications to begin

my own words come like the unshaven behemoth
like the fair maidens foul brother
my conversation a meal with dance of the clumsy attempt
each step has a sticky note of scrawled apology attached
like new lovers trying too hard
being overly tender with eachothers words

her heart has spoken its mind
and she feels childish recanting its
written in stone meanings
so she follows
silently behind with her head hanging low
trying to be picture perfect
in the pliant girlfriend role

the inner demons like ravens of my own soiled soul
each moment spent like a misers coin
harpie fingers oiled grip
on the narrow metal
slipping ever so slowly past the eye
each day i sit here and watch as the sun settles
like dust onto the deadpan horizon
each day i pray fervently that i find
a better phrase than the one i live
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