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Eve Jun 2019
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 2019
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

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Sp

S

S

Singing Darkly

Danceing Dar-

Dark Swans

SpinningSPinningSPIN

Roundandroundandroundandround



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Eve Jun 2019
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 2019
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.
Eve Jun 2019
Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys
Eve Jun 2019
Fall, rain, fall

Collapse

heavens

Fracture

Broken

Dreams

Break

Break

Break

Burn and

Scatter

Collapse and rise

Higher

Higher

higher

Can you breath

Now?

No

Because

Foolish

Foolish

Mortal

You're not

Suppose to

Be

(here)

This is

My

Place

Not

Yours

You

Cruel

Cruel

Cruel

Mortal

And so

You shall

Never

Remember what

Beautiful

(falling)

Mythical

(fallingfalling)

Terrible
­
(fallingfallingfalling)

Dreams

Things

I

Show

You

Mortal of the

Rain

Human of the

Heavens

Sorrow of the

Dreams

And don't

Forget

(to)

Forget

These

Broken fractured

Things

Dreams.

Because they

Are

Lessons

Music

To my

(immortal)

Ears

But yours

Are

Mortal

Mortal

Mortal

Broken

Bleading

Tearing

So they will

(breakbreakbreak)

(bleadbleadblead)

(Tearteartears)

Be careful

Beloved

Hated

Human

For

Immortal

(things)

(Dreams)

Walk these

Skies.
Eve May 2019
Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys
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