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 Aug 2012 Winona Forever
Auroleus
I had *** with your mother last night.  
She was a hairy, sweaty mess.
I took her down to the corner bar
And bought her a couple pints.
That's all she needed.
After a couple hours
I was down her throat.
Your mother is a real freak.
I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere
But she insisted that we just **** in the dirt
Like animals.
We behaved like primitive heathens
Lusting in a prehistoric heat.
Teeth gnashing, hair pulling, sweat beading;
It was like all the civilities had been shed
And we were acting without the aide of a
Cerebral cortex.
In the morning, you strayed silently
From your room and sat down at the
Kitchen table.
Silence.
**** Her and **** Him.

        **** life and **** the world.

        **** living and **** this air I inhale.

        **** it all and **** the small.

        **** everything and **** the swine.

        **** the good and **** the bad.

        **** the right and **** the wrong.

        **** the sun and **** the moon.

        **** the past and **** the unknown.

        Just lose it. Lose control and lose center. Lose it all and drop. This is the ******* fall.

        **** hope and **** desire.

        **** the drink and **** the job.


        **** it, you'll mess up.

        **** it, you won't survive.

        **** it, they've won.


        **** this mind and **** my slumber. **** the awakening and **** this hating.

        **** my thoughts and **** my words, **** my eyes and **** my lips, **** the pain that is on a continuous drip.

        **** my legs I walk no more. **** my arms I reach no longer. **** my core I'm rotting from the inside out.


        **** the movement and **** the sounds.

        **** my racing pulse and **** my trembling foot.

        **** my tightened jaw and **** my twisted brows.

        **** my nails gripping hard and **** my ears still hearing sound!


        **** every inch, **** this flesh.
If I select a fruit to describe you.
You would be an apple.
One of the sweet kind.
Not one of the spoil of the bunch.

Or you could be an orange
Accepting all my hugs.
You be great to love.

If you were my banana.
I guess you would be appealing too.
I know for a fact.
I be willing to quickly peel you.

And just thinking about a pear.
Which we both would be.
I keep you near to my heart.
Because you just that near to me.

And with each kiss you give me.
Which are sweet and juicy like a peach.
There's no way in this world.
I could not see you as the fruit I need.

You a plum of a gem.
That required to be protective.
And with my love being yours.
You will never ever be neglected.

Like the grapes upon a vine.
I professing to you.
That I'm glass you're mine.

A dessert that's sweet enough to love.
lost, confused; floating, lonely
dying slowly, fading quickly
time passes
no notice.
another day gone
no one to share with the beauty of life;
the way the sun peaks thru the windows in the early morn'
how the wind feels on my skin as i step outside
the goodbye kiss that never touches my lips..
the silent drive over the river
the endless work days;
fingers typing, brain fuzzy, heart focused on you
inevitably the day ends
minute by minute, that much closer to home
the seconds drag as i long for your embrace
rejected.
distracted, by a beautiful child whose loving eyes say it all
vision blurs as my eyes fight a never-ending battle with these **** tear ducts
an emotional wreck.
all bottled up, waiting to explode
hoard it all away..
dont ask, dont tell
even if they do ask, still dont tell
pff.
who really wants to know anyway?
the secrets of my heart go unlistened to; forever unheard
my words float by, grasping for attention
none.
i am a failure; a disappointment
understood by no one, admired by few
lost in a sea of loneliness
broken
i am empty.
fort myers fl
Myths and rapid cycling
mood rings.
These are fabled love stories
from the
Book Of Lust.

Memories seen
from rotten eyes.
And all the maggots,
worms, and spiders.

That live inside them.

Truth is always near.
We just gotta dig for it.

For the truth is always
buried beneath lies.
#lies #death #memories

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