#triplets
I don't regret meeting you,
I just wish that I had knew,
what distance from you would do.
Even after just one date,
absence forms when it gets late,
wishing I could feel your weight.
My dream placed you in my arms,
we kept ourselves safe from harm,
you had me lost in your charm.
I awoke from paradise,
to find the room cold as ice,
you might be my truest vice.
Wishing you were really here,
I find a truth you should hear,
you make my fears disappear.
I've said my words, time is scant,
I'll wrap up my little rant,
Happy Birthday Arthur Grant.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
Eyes left wide, for
Now I've seen
The vanguard of my fevered dreams and
Jungle cats pace in my brain.
Paws alight, their
Claws aflame
And sinews
Incandescent white--
Seamless, green, their glowing eyes
Constellate where shadows heap.
Enough! My skull,
The marrow creaks...
What hells we weave
Through. Bitter dreams,
Awake, asleep or caught between.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Pillow under the head,
body laid in a bed,
black splotched red
behind the eyes, and
a breath somehow
wakens the rest
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
A happy family makes three.
You two are grown.
Doesn't matter much to me.
My heart is always with you.
Your souls are never alone.
Wish you could know what I do.
This knowledge must not be with you yet.
I'm thrown.
Forever loving thee.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
I am one of three –
Shadow, skin, and light.
A triplet split from the same egg and *****
**
Make it 3 and you’ll have me
Explicit.
It’s so ****
Being cleaved into thirds.
A ********* with myself –
The shadow is morose.
A needy, demanding *****
Begging to be cut up.
I want to,
So I can see the blood wring around my –
Her
Wrists like shackles pinning her
To my bed.
I know it’ll shut her up
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
I’m not that *****
The skin is boring.
A virginal flower
Dreaming of understanding.
She’s too wholesome,
Always waiting for the right
Version of herself to come along.
Saving myself –
Herself
For the right time.
My tastes aren’t quite so
Vanilla.
The light is adventurous.
A psychotic, brilliant ****
******* herself into the ground.
Necrophilia just got a whole lot hotter,
Bodies piling up thanks to her STDs –
Stupid, thoughtless decisions.
Protection? Ha!
That’s for normal people.
There’s no need for me –
Her
To slow down;
We like it fast.
The skin doesn’t participate.
The ***** virtuous ******
Fidgets as the others 69 –
A disgusting yin yang
Of low and high.
The shadow drinking downers
Until she can’t remember
All the bruises covering her heart,
Too distracted by the bile
Smeared across her lips.
The light popping enough uppers
To strip herself of her
Consciousness,
Naked and raw
She often wakes bitter
Of her restored senses.
This ********* takes place
In a womb,
An amniotic ocean
Swaying toward the shores
Of existence.
Two will drown –
Vanishing triplet syndrome.
Only one may be pulled from
Mental waters and placed on the sands of reality.
The labor takes 33 hours -
Finally I emerge.
Who survived?
There is no way to tell.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC