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Are you scared of ghosts?
Is one hiding under your toast?
What is that creaking sound?
Whoops, your poster just fell down!
From my book, More Verse on the Skids. Feedback welcome.
Nylee Mar 22

I am a moonchild
Turning colder every night,
Hiding my face,
little more these days

M Vogel Feb 22

"How deep is it,  really.."

Ah Babe.. do you think its too deep?
.. It can be done, sweet-one--
we can do this **** in our sleep.

What fall  is really a fall, at all
when the one,  falling down
just below you..

In his sleepy-sleep-sleep..
    when just a little-boy..

        prayed the lord,  
        his soul to keep, keep keep.

We go down, Babe.    Mmmm
There is nothing to fear,
but fear,  itself..


ah, sweet girl..
we  go  down.

my love said to my love..

"What if I wanted to break..
What if I, what if I, what if I, what if I..."

we're gonna take a little time off..
relax...   get lost...
Tichozpytec Jan 23
Escape to one's mind is a useful skill
A needed support beam of an introverted person's will
So, hide away, and enjoy the stroll
Because living in the real life often takes its toll
preston Jan 3

If you are her,  or not..
does it matter?
On this account,  you are  
    as you say.

All that truly does matter
is the Love  we take in.

The fingerprints that are connected
to the temple

that houses the heart,
and spirit

that receives,  that Love
Is known by you,

but only guessed-at,  by me.

You are ____...   But you  f e e l  like her..
therefore, I will love you,  as if..

     no matter who it is
     that you are.

All that truly matters
is the amount of  Love

     we  take  in.

Nothing else matters.

Hey, my love
I came to you with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me
Just what I'm seeking

Love,  you drive me to distraction

Hey my love.. do you believe
That we might last a thousand years..
or more, if not for this-- our flesh and blood
It ties you and me, right up

Tie me down.

Celebrate,  we will
Because life is short.. but sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
to be sure these days continue

These things we cannot change

Hey, my love..  you came to me
like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of water all the time

You quench my heart
and you quench my mind

Celebrate..  we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue

The things, we cannot..

Things we cannot change
~D Matthews

Dave Robertson Dec 2021
What’s in your glass, huh?

What’s your poison
with the noise and the noise
in and out of the head?

What swirls, has legs
and kicks like a mule?

Fool juice, nana called it,

but **** me
I could use some fooling

******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere.
And I've known it about this site
for so ******* long.
And the witches..  Jesus Christ--
control freaks,   every one of you.

do you think your 'creativity' substantiates  you?
They're   just   *******   words.
Your creativity comes with an accountability
but you won't have any part of that..   will you..

If your demons are so ******* powerful,
why do they hide inside of you?
Like a pathetic  excuse of a man, stepfather--

Using..  using..  using.. his wife's beautiful daughter..
over and over and over and over again.
It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also..
(Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?)

It's just empty ******* babble, Babe.
In the Realms,  it means nothing.
Absolutely.   *******.   Nothing.
The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your
empty, ever-controlling..  soul stealing Mother--

    It's an extremely-closed loop, Lovecakes.
                End of ******* story.

******* ******* demons..
the pathetic ******* are everywhere..

Feast like pagans
never get enough

Sleep like dead men..
Wake up like dead men

And when the sun comes
try not to hate the light

Someday we'll try
to walk upright
get the **** over here,
and lets get this unholy *****  out of you.
(it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)

preston Dec 2021

Breathtaking beauties, they all are..

Ha.. but They'll cut your ******'  heart out
if you ever turn to face them

Yet even with this  slice-n' diced
brokendown, blood-pump
I can still.. so very much, swear

that every single one of those gorgeous
little sunsabitches,

    were sent, directly  to me
    by the very hand of God

I am not afraid of you,  Loves..
Beautiful, singing sirens  from the beginning
and always always, cloaked within
your elaborately-contrived,   indirectness.

I don't know where my world  would be
without you

<3     .    .    .

a story:

I dreamed you, I saw your face
I cut my lifeline..
I went floating through space
And I saw an angel..  I saw my fate
I can only thank God it was not too late

Over mountains I floated away
Across an ocean I dreamed her name
I followed an angel down through the gates
I can only thank God it was not too late

Sing a little song of loneliness
Sing one to make me smile
Another round for everyone
I'm here for a little while

Now I'm walking this street on my own
But she's with me everywhere I go
Yeah I found an angel, I found my place
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late

~Beautiful, Brother Tom
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