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Xan Abyss Apr 2017
Panasoffkee, Florida
Dressed in green and gold
Strangled with a 36 belt
Her corpse a whole month old

Rotting beneath the water
Nobody knew her body
Paul John Knowles
Was out on parole,
Could he be the killer at fault here?

Who was Miss Panasoffkee?
What happened to Constantina?
Found submerged in a river
Nameless and missing forever

Could she be an escapee, a runaway from Greece?
Fleeing her cruel husband as a romantic refugee?
Perhaps the world will never know
Perhaps we'll never see
Who the real identity may be
of Miss Lake Panasoffkee
Based on a 40+ year old cold case.
oni Oct 2016
hello heart-eyed doe,
tripping over your delicate feet
following the warm promise
of spring

hello heart-eyed doe,
don't let your spirit go
while you're out searching
for your love
i am in love again.
Pauline Morris May 2016
Like a scared little doe
You coaxed me into the field to go
You feed me every single day
All your sweet loving words it was such an array
You had me believing
You would never be leaving
Then one day with loving words still on your lips
You pulled the arrow off your hip
Pulled back your bow
Let your arrow flow
Right into my heart
But that was just the start
I didn't die
You only wanted me to cry
With every heart beat
The more I bleed
I slowly go insane
Whilst all the blood drains
And my heart again will turn to stone
I will now forever live my life alone
For you again have showen me
True love is just a fantasy
But for now I'm still bleeding out
Now all I can do is shout
To the heavens, God your so cruel
I'll just lay here and watch my blood, my love pool
I no longer belive in God, see babe you even took that too
No more hope, no more faith, no more love, you took it all, I'M THROUGH!!
Hannah Jo Jul 2015
Run, doe eyes, run.
Stay far away from his kind.
Run, fawn heart, run.
He's hunting for you with sharp and hungry eyes.
My mama warned against men much too older than you.
Oh baby bird, didn't your mama warn you too?
"Nothing gold can stay."
Lenny M May 2015
I've always imagined
The Perfect Woman for me,
Fixated and Craved her,
Until She Manifest
In my dreams
And in my private thoughts
When I'm not asleep,
The embodiment of my preference,
Sweet, Feisty, Classy,
Above Average far from it
Beyond Basic,
Free Leader, Free Thinker,
Can Cook like my Mother,
*** like an Adult Film Star
And Hustle like Me and My Brothers,
Earth's definition of To Be Different
Is Her definition of To Be Normal
Which is the turn on to my light bulb,
She illuminates my scenery,
So where do you find such
An outrageous, curvaceous, ostentatious
Specimen as this,
My world seems like it will never know
The Grace of Her' Presence,
As I walk strong On this Glory Road,
I relentlessly pursue
The girl that stands tall on the standards
I have built up in my mind,
My Uncle always told me
"In Do Time",
When you know You'll know
Patience helps you Grow
Some Fables are Derived from some Truths . So fantasy can become Reality if you will it to . Any woman can become your dream girl .
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
In the bag of death he lay,
all zipped up, here to stay.

Upon his toe, there hangs a tag,
Dead on Arrival, lies on the slab.

Eyes closed shut, red everywhere.
Taken away,  nobody cares.

His pain is gone, he cries no more.
Silence is simple, down to the core.

Shot in the chest, wouldn't you know?
Another victim is gone named John Doe.
About the senseless killings on our city streets around the nation.   Stop the violence.
Firefly Sep 2014
His feet was crunching snow.
The dark was thickest,
Battled only by a single light.
The snow crunched beneath his feet,
But the doe made no noise,
She passed,with confidence,through the trees,
For she was nothing but light.
Deeper and deeper into the forest she led him,
And he walked quickly,
He was sure that when she stopped,
She would allow him to approach her properly,
And then,he assumed, she would speak,
And the voice would help him understand.
At last she came to a halt,
She turned her beautiful head towards him,
And he broke into a run.
A question burned against his cold,
But as he opened his mouth to ask,
She vanished.
He was tired and confused,
There was wetness somewhere,
But everything was muddled,
He only thought of his doe.
He was descending into a dark pool,
His head swung to and fro,
He seemed to forget he couldn't see through dark,
Nor did he realize properly the depths of his dementia.
Waves lapped his chin,
He seemed impervious to the cold,
He walked on,still searching,
A madman's errand.
A sliver of fear penetrated his mind,
A trickle of doubt,
A pinch of awareness.
He was fully submerged and wondering at the burning in his nose,
"Where is my light?"
Lo the doe appeared,
'Ere eve of death,
A ways ahead,before him,
Big silver eyes watching,bitter eyes,
She started deliberately stepping backward,
Wickedly leading him on.
He tried to follow,
His body contorted,
He struggled for breath fuel,
For the poisonous air,
His heart skipped into his mouth.
The doe grinned,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
He still didn't recognize danger,
He was staring at his doe,
Mesmerized,his eyes confused, his face reflecting fear,
His mind cracked with cold,
The surface of his consciousness broke.
He was withered and shriveled,
Falling into the cold,darkness beyond,
Every pore of his body screaming in protest.
He looked at his doe again,
Somehow remembering,on the threshold of death,
Her face was indifferent,
He tried to force his eyes closed,at least look away,
Her face then changed,
A cold,cruel,contorted mask.
She sneered,
Loving to linger, craving agony, she likes to put her hands in death.
                                                                                                          -**Firefly
Akemi Jul 2013
You wear yourself in disarray
A peculiarity
From default state
Particular
In daily motion
Stillness
And troubled mind.
1:07pm, July 28th 2013

She holds herself like a wounded animal; trapped between iron teeth, with no escape in sight.

Oh wait, that's just uni.
maggie W May 2014
Hey Spanish boy
Sapphire blue, doe-eyed
Maybe it's love at first sight
Button nose, cherry lips
Head of curls and voice of honey.(Too cheesy, almost like a nursery rhyme)
To Luis Roncero, my Spanish muse. I can only come up with the simplest words to picture your presence.
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