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English Jam May 12
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A delicately placed glove upon a hand, mock-gentle and pale
Marks his return
Emerging from the shell of feedback and tortured sounds

Carelessly shattering the eyes of doubters, until they softly thrash for mercy, wailing in an unearthly manner

Taking violent pleasure in crumbling love to a rubble, making the remains march to his fascist regime, his sexualised abuse, his blistering dictatorship

His tongue is dry, his jawline jagged like a ***** of fresh metal, his fingers slender and spidery
  
He strides silently, yet none can miss it, seizing attention in a
heil-ish fascion

His iron grip dredges my thoughts, infecting my hopes with his overflowing venom

He thrusts his black ink that peppers my skin with thousands upon thousands of dots, encasing my body, filling my mouth, prohibiting my free will

Twisting me to spiral downwards into his imagination
I descend into the darkness

The darkness ripped from my most volatile, filthy nightmares

The darkness that laces the web of black holes, that decimates any shred of light it can find, deliberately, harshly

My centre of gravity follows him to the sewers of the abyss, a cesspool of pain and stylised sexuality undiscovered by light

Everything starts swirling around him, revolving as though he is a star and all else is the merest of planets that are his to command

I'm going down now
I'm going down
I'm going dow-
A Sad Alex Jul 30
Every moment away from you
A curse with no end
The miles that tear us apart
Sink into my heart
When I can´t hear your voice
Everything else is noise

A dagger that cuts
Blood streams forth
It drips at first
But then it pours
Life escapes me
Ebbs away
Thick and cold it runs
It chills me to the bone...


And as the embers of my life grow dead
And my senses start to go numb
Reach out to me and touch me
Button my lips to yours…
And once you do, stay
Please don´t leave me alone
It is so cold when you leave me
It is so dark when I don´t have your love
I notice I repeat a lot of words when I write, that is something to try and correct but I like how this one ended up
the sun
leaves the earth
with bright red,

preceding seemingly endless darkness.

only to return
with splashes of
pink and orange

giving rise to yet another beautiful day.

- v. m
your favorite colour is back after a few months of nothingness
Diary of Jane Jun 2017
I don’t know
what to do with this new-found grief-
the one I thought I was over and done with.

I am trying to shove it deep inside me
so no one can know of its existence
but I also know from experience
you can’t run or hide from grief.

The only way to get through it-
is to embrace it.
Karijinbba Aug 2
His Angel came flying downand landed right in front of me
He put his arms around me he looked DEEP into
my eyes and he said "I am leaving you,
I hope the lessons of our past lives can sustain you"
through the coming tough times.And just with that my Angel
flew up up above and he disapeared.
~
~All Rights Reserved.~
The day he took my Guardian Angel from me is now an eternity.
Return my Angel to me...
Ilion gray Nov 24
I will love you,

Until the heavens  
Of earth collapse,


I Will live for you, Never ending

you were formed
Above the firmament,
Before existence
You witnessed,

              All things,


My child, your mother is a mighty moon,

she can not be tethered,

Your father,

     I, Am the wild fire,
That's walks with rain.




You,
were made between
Flames
And rock;
Made,
In the ****,
Of her mountains.
Just Below heaven.
On a night that
the density of light
set the clouds aflame,
And the sky,
could not be mapped,
And the stars,
Revealed their true names aloud,
in the hidden
Language,
The names *** gave them.


Amid all of these things-

You were made-

         Drawn From Rivers
That carve
valleys
out of the earth,

And drip,
Subtly-

softening stone,

a creek
Bleeding-
Into
A forest floor-

It was here
That the almighty

forged Existence-

With His hands of wind...





you slept through many lives,

resting Until, the heat
escaped the fire.

Every night,
That summer
I listened
to the sound
of your
Body sleeping-

shaping
the silence.


Here I am,
a fire-
running wild
through the
Leaning,
sun burnt,
tall grass Of days-
Watching them Wither,
                   And crumble
To dust as they pass...

            
I, Could not make them- stop.

            
I, could not keep you.
 
          
now everything is a cage-
                                                           ­                
            here I am;

Without the immensity
Of your laughter
embracing My heart;                                                      
                                                                ­        I am un-done.

I've sat awake for months,
Replaced the  blinds with blankets,
These days,
it is the light;
that can not escape darkness,

each minute;
makes a feast of seconds,

The starving  hours,

Eating away Every minute.

             Here I am.

And the weight of
dreary day

devours everything.

I, am barely breathing.
Traveling,  through the world;
Wading through
unending hours.


           I,
am
                      Without
The heat of your tiny
Being Wrapped, In gypsy golden
Skin,
Hanging from my shoulders,
           Sliding   down
                          my back,
                                        Or resting across my stomach
Bringing me morning,
Without
               The presence of your breathing--
                                                     ­                    I, am un-done
                                                         ­            

 
I curse the sun,
                I  reject its rays--
                           Always arriving,
And yet--
It Leaves
Before it comes.
                                     I am         un-done,
And I am never awake--

  I knew,
I would
Have to
              watch you go...


I knew How, 
   I would miss you.

Still;
when, the foreign moon
realized,
That wild fire needs something beautiful
to burn;
                    I watched her,
                  wrap you in wind;
                                     Lift
                                     you,
up
Where stellar clouds
Begin, and end--

                                   And time
                                         just,
      

   swallowed us whole.
(For: Ilion, my son/From:Ilion the Gray, your father)
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