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dim
get your hands off of my mouth
feel the smoke in my lungs while you burn down our house
ashes litter my hair, scratches litter my skin
drowning in this love drought
watching the new cycle begin
is love as destructive as a fire?
why is my heart as malleable as tin?
I thought it was ok before the light started to dim
snipes 6d
hell is set in stone
might as well start a fire
with no survivors this time.


have you ever been outside
when the temperature is set
to destroy your
nerve endings?
have you ever felt the breeze
of a cold goodbye?
the ice age of a soul.
the extinguish of an ocean.
love that was so deep
that nobody could deny
what they’ve never seen.
love that was so deep
that nobody bothered
to have it saved.
for it has gone missing
like a wrecked wayward
treasure.
only found for the
hell that it has
sparked.
only spoke in words
of damnation.
on this shipwreck
we’ve found hell.
death will have
a showroom of all these
artificial artifacts sought as
the soul and the sun in the
middle of this frozen sea.
as the moon will be are only
hope,
in shifting these fallacious tides.
that’s why I’m standing
outside in the middle of the night
screaming for a little bit more
before this afterlife.

and as the frostbite chews my
fingers away,
i set the fire.
spread it to the soul and engulf
it to the body.
hoping to maybe find
salvation’s lobby.
do you believe in an afterlife?
is it something you see as harmony?
is it something you see as an extermination for evil?
or is it something that is like a rinse cycle?
some sort of soul roller.
something like throwing your essence into where ever it’ll fit.
gabriela Jan 26
you tell me that when
you think of me,
you think
"good person."
is that so?

i want to tell you how much
i appreciate the sentiments
or how
you make me feel just a
                                little less rotten
but the words stay
hostage
inside my mouth.

i want to be good.
i want to be kind,
i want to be holy,
sacred.
i want to i want to.

but this tenderness was forged
in the fire and the fire
is all it will ever know.
one day i'll get there
Styles Jan 23
Walking past your bedroom, I hear faint whispers of deep breathing. The sounds grew louder, as I approached the room. I put my ear to the door and heard panting. Accidently, it starts to push further open, revealing her, across the room lying on the bed naked, with both of your hands between your legs, playing…
let me know in the comments if you want a part 3
Styles Jan 23
After his eyes explored her as his hands did the same.  Working them down from her hips, his fingers explore between her legs; skin smoother than the silk she wore. Sensations coursed through his body, transferring to her flesh. The more he explored her, the more she opened up to him. His hunger and eagerness grew and  
she was writhing in pleasure, and her lips started to water, soaking his fingers. He smirked.
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Alpha Jan 13
Silvery torn
From ancient dark seeds
A flame to avenge
The blood-sullen deeds

Dripping down
From the pages of a book
The lines of ink
For blood they mistook

Panic spread as they ran
Destruction of their own design
Blades clashing and clashing again
Patterns as if the stars aligned

A spark escaped
And landed in straw
The blaze soon spread
Slashing with fiery claws

Soon the world burned
And left nothing but ash
The spears were broken
And all the swords crashed

Silvery torn
From ages old
The black dust
Turned into gold
It's just random.
Wrote what came to my mind.
The first two and the last verse were planned, the rest was improvised.
Styles Jan 11
Barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the beach. Her tight sundress barely concealed the sight of her *******, her smooth flat stomach, and tight ***. As her skin glowed under the moonlight, She looked so alive, so ****, and so ready. Her short hair danced in the wind. Her dress shimmered in the breeze as if it was silk dancing in the sky. He moved down her body, with my eyes, like the hands of a skilled masseuse touching every inch of her existence.  His gaze wrapped around her like a belt, holding his attention.
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Styles Jan 11
Walking past your bedroom, I hear faint whispers of deep breathing. The sounds grew louder, as I approached the room. I put my ear to the door and heard panting. Accidently, it starts to push further open, revealing her, across the room lying on the bed naked, with both of your hands between your legs, playing…
let me know in the comments if you want a part 2
Styles Jan 11
I feel an eruption building, inside me.
the overwhelming pressure explodes,
shooting streams of emotion through me
touching places I never knew existed.
Styles Jan 11
As I pulled out,
some slides out.
sticky white ***,  
stile spilled from the tip,
soaking the bed sheets.
your bashful smile,
mets my devilish grin.
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