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Heavy Hearted Oct 2023
Thirty four days of delusional bliss

Thirty four ways to greet the abyss

Thirty four shock waves, to the cruelest brain

Thirty four days of irreparable pain.
Written Last summer i'm found in an old journal
letters to basil Dec 2020
dear basil,

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
are all spelled the same

so why wait for a different number?

you don't need a new year
to be a new person

you just need one moment

love,
basil
my new years resolutions always ****

28.12.2020
Vic Apr 2019
"I'm a poet, and you'll be my muse." He said.
"Only if I can spend an eternity with you." She said.
But she didn't know the blossom flowers could die
A poem every day.
Vic Apr 2019
I could sit there forever, Only us two.
Just listening to you playing Bohemian Rhapsody on the piano and you shouting '****!' when you hit the wrong note.
A poem every day.
Sethnicity May 2015
I am the hunted
A ******* of Love
One day I'm Vivid
the next I'm livid w/ Fog

Wind Blows Me like ringing or tapping the Window
Spreading my scent as I went for the Doe
Unfurling on decent a Swirling my ear
Blood Curling Heart Whirling at Demons eye Stare...

No guessing No blessing these Vixens prepare
All Beasting fore Feasting I'm Preying four Hast
Come quickly Come gently Come Clawing with Grace
One Tempting One limping metallic's the taste.

Their appetite is Lusting awaiting my space
They’re shady, I'm hasty, WHY make me thyne date?
You know me You owe me the Pleasure to wait.

They'll **** me Quite harshly if I acquiesce, so
No Screeching Now Reaching My Blood Trail they trust

I shiver I quiver my Heart Breaks to run
F'in Hate or in Love I'm turning the Gun

I'm burning the forest the trail goes untracked
when hearts stop I'm unlocked there's no turning  back

Universally   Speaking
                                    
All
       Hearts      
                   Attack!
" a woodland waltz composed of meter and passion best enjoyed with Red Hot Chili peppers and Elliot Smith at evening round Seven... "

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