

God the SacrilegiousIs God a man with broad handsGod the Sacrilegious
to crush the arched bridges of your feet, to the break the soul with the sole, and all the steps and skips that used to be, that never was.
and iron digits to dig his fingertips
into female flesh, squeezing her body to the bone,
till voilent blood voilets and roses plant a barren land of bruises,
till angry red nail marks only make patterns of chicken scratch trails.
Is He a man with such force
to turn your face to the west, to the wall to call you "Jezebel", "cunt" "whore", "whore", "whore",
"jesus" he sobs "jesus jesus jezebel whore who
Shout it Out
Talk-Story in a Thousand Words

mirrored loveI see red, complimenting black much like our red lips locked under the black night sky's with sweet sugar filled candies, and gigantic chocolate covered strawberries shared between young loversmirrored love
mist sprayed water droplets fresh scents of young flowers blooming mirroring the young lovers
he'll wear pink boxers cupid on his butt with an arrow and a grin and he'll love watching her lips form a smile and that smile flowing into that kind of uncontrollable laughter that hurts your tummy muscles
she'd wear that new langerie
and love watch
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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There is no wisdom
That is not power
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Pirates!
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C & C are welcome.
<3
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LOOP de LOOP for there is no light in this existence. The heart breaks the trantumized fantasy, no scars for you. Only defeat, only blood will tell. No heroes.
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They didn't have you where I come from
anyways, drop me a line!!
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Doctor, I can't thank you enough.
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congrats
I posted it here,
[link]
It's called Hello March!
I recommend headphones.
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They didn't have you where I come from
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“Because stories are like mirrors... When they go dark and the glass is obscured, it’s maybe for a reason. Polish them and you might not want to accept the person looking back at you as yourself.” –Somewhere to be Flying by Charles de Lint
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We virgins have so little to worry about.
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MN@ | UA | Community Development
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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he walks like hes got music in his head
he has eyes like the sky
and lips shaped like pink frosting cake roses....
letter to a dead girl: i hope you are somewhere
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