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Eve Jun 25
When we fight with

Sound

You’ll always win

You have those cutting glares and

Disdainful tones

You’ll strip me down

Down

Down

Into nothing with a single step.

You’ll break my heart

Shatter my soul

With a single whispered word.

But when we fight on

Text

You’ve got nothing

I’ll burn you down with

Adjectives

Watch as those metaphors slice into you

Laugh when the italics choke you

See those sentences

Cry

Because my head voice

She’s so much louder than me

Always in capitals

She’ll smash you to dust

She’ll take that fleshy heart of yours and smash it into a pulp.

Smile as you bleed ink and pixels.

Watch out

Watch out

My words are coming for

you.
Eve Jun 25
When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be in the ashes?

Will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you with me?

Because

I

Don’t

Know

Anymore.

I’v lost you

Somewhere between

Now and

Then.

Will you come back?

I need you.

I need to see you face.

I need to see your smile

You tears

Because there all

Beautiful

And I need them.

When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you be dead?

Because I want to die

With you.
Eve Jun 25
Watch me

Watch me melt

Watch me steam up those

Transparent

Windows

Watch me burn

Watch me burn this

*******

House down.

Watch those ashes

Let them choke you

You

Fickle

Fickle

Children.

And when you pass the

Death and

Charred remains

Remember me

That one you broke

That one you cursed

With you

Fickle

*******

Tongues

Little girls

Little girls

Never grown

Never learn

Fire can burn.
Eve Jun 21
There once was a lonely

Demon

A tortured

Shadow

Her name was love.

And her tale was dark one

Born of

Hate

Sister of

Desire

Child of hope.

How could she

Ignore the

Shadows

Inside her.

How could she forget the

Screams only

She

Could hear?

Begging

Begging

Begging

Please

Please

Please,

Love

­Open your arms love,

Open them wide,

Wider, wider, come on!

How ever are you going for us in their?

That's hardly enough room,

Love

Why don't you come to

Us

We have more than enough room for

You,

Love

And so,

She fell,

Love

In

To a pit.

Bottomless

Endless

Lightless

A pit called love

And she stayed there.

Beautiful

Tortured

Love.

Stuck with her shadows.

Wasting away

Losing her mind

Piece by

Tattered

Piece,

Love.

What a tragedy.

What a saga.

A star crossed

Sky splintered

Night shattered

Romance  between a

Girl and her

Shadows.

Love and her

Her

Self.

Her broken

Fractured

self,

Love.

Born of hate

Sad

Sorrowful hate

Sister to desire

Brief

Grieving

Desire.

Child of hope

Fading

Dimming

Hope,

Love.
Been a while since I wrote poetry.
Eve Jun 9
Spin spin Spin

Spin little doll

Lacquered wood

Years take their toll

But you always could


Dance Dance Dance

Dance little doll

Crimson paint

Sparks in dark coal

Arms in gentle faint


Sing Sing sin-

Little doll

Night dark lips

Crushed scarlet cheeks

Shoulder full o’ chips

Gears twist twist creeeaaak


Play play PLAY

Little doll girl

MaSteR of THe gAMe

Singing Sweetly Darkly

HoLDER of-of-of-of-of thE  CHAINs

Spinning spinning spinning

Spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin

Sp

S

S

Singing Darkly

Danceing Dar-

Dark Swans

SpinningSPinningSPIN

Roundandroundandroundandround



HeL­P mE HelP ME Help ME

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CraZY
Eve Jun 6
Tell me

Whats the easiest way to get to the

Heart?

Is it a broad sword?

Long and dull

Flat and

Loud.

Crushing those

Ribs

Splintering that

Fragile

Heart

Into a pulpy

Mess.

Or is it that dagger

Whisper thin and short

Shining and

Silent

Sharp like a

Haunting wraith

Searching

Searching

Searching

For its

Vengeance.

Slipping through ribs like

Sharks through

Water

Slicing that

Fragile

Heart

Into neat chunks of

Loss and

Pain

Such unending

All-consuming

Pain that can be

Wrought

By that

Blade

Slicing through flesh

Like a

Blade

Of grass

Cutting up the

Wind.

Sharp as those

Forgotten moments of

Laughter

Those bottles

half full

Perfume

Quick as the

Ghost of dancing

Footsteps

Forgotten stains

Unfinished emails

Undone prayers

All the things

Left

Behind

Incomplete.

They will stab you

Again

Again

Again

Wraith-like blades

Whisper-thing and short

Shining and silent

It is the little

The small

Things that will

Hurt

The most.
Eve Jun 6
The shadows

Are

Beautiful

And the night is

Majestic

Darkness is

Intriguing

And death

Death is

The

Finale

The

Happily

Ever

After

Of

All

Things.

All these terrible

Terrible

Things

They’ll call to you

Sing

To you

Because they are

What we

Can’t have

And we

Always

Always

Want what we can’t

Have.

So we’ll dance our

Dark

Dances

And sing out

Nightime

Songs

In the hopes

That

One day

One day

In our

Human

Lives

Death will

Sing back.
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