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Mondriel Andrews Feb 2015
unlock the door.
undress, clothes will just get in the way.
turn on the lights, inside your soul is where the light will pour.
take your time, select a motion that will make them pay.
your looks are what they are here for.
give them a key to your home, they are hear to stay.
no time for thought, we dont want that, we want the *****.
we want the filth of your skin, the rest can go away.
if you dont let them in they wont accept you, not anymore.
we are vampires waiting for blood.
we are trolls rolling in the mud.
we feed on your indivuality.
**** away at your pureness.
slash at your spirit.
all we want is your body.
everything else can go away.
all we want is to hurt you, no one cares anymore.
your are a women, and society wants your body.
you are a man, and society wants your body.
you are a human, and the trolls will feast on your weakness
the vampires will **** at your happiness.
until you are just skin.
which is all we really care about anymore anyway.
no more love, or thoughts.
just lust, and thots.
this is not a poem supporting any of the ideals mentioned in it
In the beginning
I believed in you
I thought you were kind
Caring and so secure
But to know now that you
Are just like the rest breaks me
You were so inspired by my eyes
And I was lit up by yours
Our laughter once was endless
Now our glares don't even last
You once warmed me heart with your smile
Now I feel as though your mocking me
You began so bright and good
But along the way
Darkness grew in you
And your indivuality
The thing I loved
It dissapeared
And you let the dark fill you
So this is over
The love I had is through
And I swear to only think bad thoughts
About this new you.
jeffrey robin Oct 2015
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                                                        ( my love ... )

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torn from the 1000 dimensions                                              



(    ­            

                       )



                                      we of the only
sense
                                              of      Hopefulnes­s



Love without a sense of fragility

Is a fragile thing

We walk the borderlands

We are of the eternity

We are of the temporal



We are        ( both )

Of the          Indivuality

Of the        Universal Man

•••

We remember !

ALWAYS  !
EVERYTHING !

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In the vast         expanse

Is the first semblance

Of ourselves

And the god and of man

••

Still

Now

We are

As it was

And it if will be

— The End —