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someguy 2d
The pain awakes deep in my belly
Making me want to scream at top of my lungs,
Reap and tear the flesh off my bones,
Dragging all insides on the outside

Now that I’m lying dead and broken,
Blood, **** and liquids of my body
Fill my throat, go into my nose and into my eyes,
Making me choke on them in pre-death convulsions

And so I’m dead, I depart my sinful body,
Watching angels coming for me from above,
Reaching with their shining hands for my soul
Only demons are faster, their hands are burning fire,
And before I realize it, I’ve already been dragged into ****, chained and cursed for eternity
If only I could give her
a rocket ship, the silent balcony & a mirrored box of golden cigarettes
If only I could give her more,
Will you come out then?
Will you?

If only I could *******
her frisky eardrum, her brown eyes beneath the crest of her strange empire
If only I could give her more,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?

If only I could watch
a falcon on her wrist
If only I could challenge her ******* for a duel
If only I could wrap myself in her scarlet flesh,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?
Will you shine?
If only I could give her more...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Blade Maiden Oct 4

This ripe darkness
this mourning dream
a wrenching weakness
fit for the guillotine

An arrangement made
sheer comfort prepared
the end of fate
and, oh, how I dared

This dry paper
this cold pit
an agonising vapor
that smells of blood and spit

'Tis my mind
my wicked flesh
a soul pined
peeled off and fresh

Dressed soft tongued
I raised Cain
being shunned
silenced I remain

This dawning fright
this nightly echo
here comes the blight
light, don't let go
such a simple form
your fingers take
on this face of mine.

a sweet aroma,
thin
on my lips.

and their form,
of such brevity on the flesh,
on the scars still fresh.
George Oct 4
We become as we go.

We believe we are our own thoughts,
entirely of our own. 

That we are not.

We belong to everyone we knew,
We build for ourselves a fortress of
memories,
mannerisms
and mimic.

Where is everyone now?
Are they troubled by illness, death or sorrow?
I could find out,
could I not?

I know now my flesh is failing.

It does not change memories,
each one like light from a star,
which may have died,
long before you and I were born.

So we live long after the flesh is gone,
seeping everywhere,
into buildings,
roads,
the fabric of the world,
that we walked along.

So all these stories that are,
shall be told by someone else,
but not by you,
not by me.
The burn
The burn of the cigarette on my skin
The embers that alight the flesh as it’s being put out
Pain, the pain barely registers
I smell the smoke , the chalky smell mixed with chemicals and burnt flesh
My skin is burning
Redding and blistering but still the pain is dormant
Why can’t I feel the pain of this burn
Why won’t it let me feel what I need
I just want to feel
George Sep 29
I first feel it around the edges of my soul.

Like fingers on my shoulders.

I know him.  That one constant for my entire waking life.  An old friend saying hello.

He is charming and ruthless.  When you try to move, you feel claws not fingers.

He is the protector.  His is the menace.

He is the beast that did something when everyone else did not.
George Sep 25
A place where the flesh and mind meet.
Under me or within me.
Forever it is autumn there. Forever it is twilight.
There is no theatre nor any carnival. It is always there,
unmarked and unannounced.
I can sometimes find it, but it can always find me.
Who will find who tonight?
Clelia Albano Sep 24
That turquoise light, my dear. Sparkling
on our faces when we ran across the
beach, raptured by a sudden craziness
as the waves embraced our flesh. Our
flesh. So fragile and yet strong under
the throw of the dice. I held your hand
while the waves slapped us with pleasure.
You held me tight while the flow of the sea
was taking me away, taking me away, under
the twist of fate. Keep my face on your mind
now and forever into the waves, into the waves…
Marianna Sep 21
i broke down too many times this month
for assuming my place in people's lives.

obscure thoughts of my existence being more than
flesh and bones and two pair of eyes,

or believing i was important for just a few hearts
only to be left with an empty soul and empty hands
im  lonely and abandoned
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