#liner
Some paint grace for flawless finish;
but some dark truths no concealer can conceal.
That scarlet gloss smears—not from love’s touch,
but from hands that quiet her will.
The liner refuses to run,
though tears fall like fountains still.
So beautiful, those glittering robes—
veiling marks not of love,
but stories etched in fragile skin,
silent, unseen, within.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:56 AM UTC
A cartoonish grim woman
in aft cabin was a harlequin let umbrage
squash her there a known charter while she'd smoke in bed
her aroma did permeate her rise to eat breakfast
a morning prepared for sore again
only technical her rouse indeed tripped her smoke alarm
and went unheeded to another deck till open bar decided her fate
while her interest there was crickety
where love is deep in the sea
their golden groves were bubbles and waves
while they brim with valuables onboard did spill
and they'd evoke near me without their calling
when aquanauts will buck up gear then they really sever
their troves below that really soften thine eyes
where the air is moist and ye suit there so well
I can tell you I am picky today and defray your kind.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
At first there were two human beings,
Now there's one human, hardly being...
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC