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Yemaya Apr 2
Widow me of your gaze,
ugly *******.
The whistles of birds,
are torture from ***** mouths.
ScaryGary Mar 17
I have created a new breed of spiders. They are so tiny that you can barely see them. They enter the human body and eat you cell by cell. I call them cell dwellers. I do not need any more test subjects to prove this...I just need to feed my little friends...
They breed fast
I saw your blood pour down into the abyss, it danced like a river of abundance. I saw them opening their jaws, drinking it like water of vitality. I saw them leap for joy as they bathed in your crimson rain. You laid there beside me, pale and cobalt. You lay so free, you lay so pure. I touched your skin and my fingertips froze, your soul had fled. I felt sorrow, I felt pain. That night I died with you, I stuck the knife to feel your suffering, I stuck it deep without any shame. My eyes fogged as my final exhale misted the black air.
This is sanctity.
Alpha Jan 31
You are just a marionette
In your masters deathgrip
Release yourself and make it
To the other side
The refrain of a hip-hop song I wrote some half a year ago. To my shame, I wrote it on a memo in my phone which I soon lost. The memo, not the phone. Still, the text is gone, and this is all I remember. It wasn't that virtuous anyways, and still it's a shame...
Mon Amour

When a man whispers
"His feet hurt, and his shoes
are too small and
he's forgotten how to dance."
He prays noone else
understands his dilema,
nor what this means but I do.
No moon rises betwéen his
lowly stinky creepy
femfatales shoe-less other.
My moon spins way up higher
in orbit serving mystic functions
and our moon glares
in each others eyes
as our breathing sighs in love.
True love is our vine that
reigns in us as gravity rules on Earth.
With trips to nowhere and back
In love and without presence
I remain lost and found
a restless Angel.
~~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
https://youtu.be/so25uWZB2R4
Lee Brewer Dec 2021
the blood drips down my legs
oh my
what have i done this time?
The warm feeling of
the blood leaking
is the worst,
but it's comforting
knowing the blood is real
knowing that I'm still alive.
The blood drips down my legs
Its stings a lot
what happened to the happy
little kid I once was.
"That's okay though"
I whisper to myself
as i close my eyes and
fall asleep.
The blood drips down my legs
Mon Amour

When a man whispers
"His feet hurt, and his shoes
are too small and
he's forgotten how to dance."
He prays noone else
understands his dilema,
Nor what this means but I do.
No moon rises betwéen
any lowly stinky creepy shoes.
My moon spins way up high
in orbit serving mystic functions
as our moon glares
in our eyes;
our breathing is in love,
true love is our vine and
we know what reigns on Earth
with trips to nowhere and back
we as in me, my soul alone
restless Angel.
~~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
https://youtu.be/so25uWZB2R4
Thomas Harvey Oct 2021
A red crow came to visit today
He asked for which treasure I seek
I told him Walton's Gold, buried a few clicks past the creek
His eyes were void and he spoke real low: be careful for which you say

I scurried him away and proceeded down the worn out mountain path
An eagle landed on a tree stump and told me to turn back
While I appreciated the laugh, I continued along with his feathers on my back
When I reached the creek, only then did I understand the eagles wrath

A man stood tall with a suit of white
He said "I'll give you all the gold in this clay, if you can answer one question for me today"
I asked for what he had to say
he said "how many times have you seen a crow and an eagle fight?"

A blue crow came to visit today
He asked for which treasure I seek
I told him Rudford's Gold, buried a few clicks past the creek
His eyes were void and he spoke real low: be careful for which you say
Ahmad Attr Aug 2021
The water drops slowly and plinks
The pendulum sways and echoes
Through the rustling leaves, the birds sing
Lock the room, take out my phone, and view photos
The ones I took of you
You look so pretty when you think nobody’s looking
Caught in the moment, uncovered by the clothes
There’s so much skin to see
Where should I start? Where should I look?
Your chest or your sinewy abdomen?
Or your well-fed legs?
Forever captured undressed
You pretty lashes seaming your closed eyes, sleeping
I’m in rapture, watching you dream
Don’t mind me, I’m just taking a peak
It’s just between you and me
Soon the sounds of my palm
Begin to get louder than the flowing water
My breathing couples up with whimpering
A built up for crescendo in my head
And in my body
My bed pulls me tighter as I sweat
You look so good in this photo
You look so good
So good
You
You
You, you, you, you
y-
……
……
……


I’m so ****** up.....
A guilty ******
p.s: this is fiction, i don't condone such actions
Ahmad Attr Aug 2021
My dear lover
I’m so impressed
Your hygiene is perfect
Your room clean, dustless
The midnight blue curtains
Waving over the Iranian carpet
Your bed instead of smelling like sweat
It’s only shampoo and deodorant
Your clothes; they don’t even smell
Honestly that’s a disappointment
I thought I will found you here but they’re so clean

I saw your unsent letters on the table
Ah so polite, never thought you are capable of that
An unused ashtray,
A calendar stuck on the wall, still displaying April
All these books and diaries from your sponsors
So many pictures of girls in your room
Which one is yours, which one is most miserable
Your closet is full of your shoes
I saw your shirts hanging, the ones you wear
And the ones you haven’t yet
These fabrics that enchant the world surrounding you

Such a big mansion you have
Glimmering and glistening
I almost got lost
The disinfected floors and phenols
Led me to the bathroom
Splendid!
Is it here you get all naked?
Oh these fortunate mirrors, curtains, tiles and showers
Get to watch you all alone

I danced and pranced in the hallways
With my feet tapping loudly on the floor
And the kitchen where food drips off your lips
And the garden where you sip your tea
And the veranda where you watch the sun sink in
And the garage with your fancy white car

Before I took my leave,
I traced all the walls with my fingertips
Imbue them with my fallen skin
So a part of me will always remain with you
Such a thrill, so romantic
It was getting late so I had to run
Until next time when I decide to come
Until next time when you’re not home
And I’ll be there, all alone
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