The full moon hangs
As if it were the monacle
Of God. Her lips move
As if she were an oracle
A candle lit couch
Holds crayon coloured eyes
A suggestive slouch, and
Half lit monarch smiles
Sugar sipped shrugs
Tired lives. Torn.
Sewn. Shaken. Stirred.
Undressed. Naked. Worn.
A fighters chin beneath
a lovers lip. split feelings.
Shit out of luck. A winners wreath...
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iggy:
love this.
A Simon & Garfunkel Hammering
In my head
A ribbed condom highway
Lies drip from lips
Cracked from the cold
We
Wither in a snow weighted wind
Scarve pulled up to cover
The scars your kiss left here
X marked the spot
Eyes flickering, flirting with the flame
Our shot at Camelot
iggy:
excellent! Love it! And I don't say such things all willy nilly when it comes to poetry or writing in general.
I am Siberia
You are the sun
I am the musty smell
Lingering in your favorite
Book. I am the
Missing pages you want
To read, but are
Nowhere to be found
I am road work delay just
Before you reach the open
Road. I am a dream you
You want to remember for the
Rest of your life, and forget
As soon as you...
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You are the sun
I am the musty smell
Lingering in your favorite
Book. I am the
Missing pages you want
To read, but are
Nowhere to be found
I am road work delay just
Before you reach the open
Road. I am a dream you
You want to remember for the
Rest of your life, and forget
As soon as you...
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klavicle:
Hey there! thank you so much for your kind words 
marquez is my favorite writer <3 n_____n
which one are you reading?
marquez is my favorite writer <3 n_____n
which one are you reading?
They're celebrating in China, and
We're masturbating in our loneliness
I wanted this vodka
To make me beautiful enough
To fuck. I wanted this bottle
To break my heart, but
The sun sneaks through
The slats of bamboo shades, and
Through the slits of
Swollen eyes
I should have
Followed through
We're masturbating in our loneliness
I wanted this vodka
To make me beautiful enough
To fuck. I wanted this bottle
To break my heart, but
The sun sneaks through
The slats of bamboo shades, and
Through the slits of
Swollen eyes
I should have
Followed through
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callioppe:
I also really REALLY love this blog. Did you write this?
malloreigh:
thanks, i'm glad you think so!
Pinnochio Pt. II
Dandelion faerie
Float into a summer
Swollen Skyline, and
I love like lucifer
Cry like Jesus
My heart is something
You only hold for a moment
Like a hand grenade
My words are misfits
To making sense
I smile even when
I am sad, pirouette, try
In vain to shake the strings
mab:
haha, thank you for your comment love! =) x0x0x
lison:
I cry like Lucifer and love like Jesus! 
With cranberry stained lips
I wondered what you tasted like
On the inside
Of a mouth that mimes nothing. A
Song in the foreground of your
Battleground
Autumn flashes like hope in the
Pan of a prospector
Of love.
I wondered what you tasted like
On the inside
Of a mouth that mimes nothing. A
Song in the foreground of your
Battleground
Autumn flashes like hope in the
Pan of a prospector
Of love.
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praesepe:
I'm guessing the relationship didn't end too well ?
ihavethemic:
I did get the mix and I have one for you, but still haven't sent it yet (sorry!). I will send it tomorrow though, promise. I loved your mix!
Highway after highway
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer...
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Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer...
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Black and white
Checkered dreams
I try to stay awake
Stave off the sleep, and
This wine that rots
My teeth, blots at
My blood like a
Bandage in reverse
And i know somewhere
You're cursing me
Just like i'm cursing
You. Appendages flailing
Failing to find what
They need in the dark
You and i both need
Each other like a bullet
Needs flesh...
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Checkered dreams
I try to stay awake
Stave off the sleep, and
This wine that rots
My teeth, blots at
My blood like a
Bandage in reverse
And i know somewhere
You're cursing me
Just like i'm cursing
You. Appendages flailing
Failing to find what
They need in the dark
You and i both need
Each other like a bullet
Needs flesh...
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tori:
Aw, thanks. I would love to have some kind of passion or talent for being a writer. I think I'm just an asshole and accidentally stumbled upon the proper phrases to explain it! You sir, seem to be doing far better at putting words down!
Highway after highway
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer...
Read More
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer...
Read More
hallelujah:
How happy I am when I wake up in the morning and when I found some beautiful words like those you've written.
Thank you for your vote and for your comment.
And now you get my vote and my love for your poem and for your b&w pic!
Thank you for your vote and for your comment.
And now you get my vote and my love for your poem and for your b&w pic!