Captivated under her spell.
chadwick
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Red softer colored than that of my blood, your impaling lips.
You ran through this flesh, my torn dripping heart stains a cold gem floor.
Trapped inside towering stone charm, I begged of you, kiss me sorceress.
Full skies blackened as beauty is your eyes, star filled playgrounds are my sight.
Tonight is eternity, fatal affections from you, forever mine.
Candles control a dancing shadow, one, only one.
Enslaved all my manhood, you have.
Not even freedom sleeps among dreams.
You have collected my desires for pleasures unheard of in the darkness of time.
More of your endless lust craved body will pour over mine like boiling orgasmic honey.
And another burnt rising sun promises me I am deeply inside of you exploding.
You ran through this flesh, my torn dripping heart stains a cold gem floor.
Trapped inside towering stone charm, I begged of you, kiss me sorceress.
Full skies blackened as beauty is your eyes, star filled playgrounds are my sight.
Tonight is eternity, fatal affections from you, forever mine.
Candles control a dancing shadow, one, only one.
Enslaved all my manhood, you have.
Not even freedom sleeps among dreams.
You have collected my desires for pleasures unheard of in the darkness of time.
More of your endless lust craved body will pour over mine like boiling orgasmic honey.
And another burnt rising sun promises me I am deeply inside of you exploding.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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"Forgive every being,
the bad feelings
it's just me"
I could be reading into, but that last line has some sexual innuendo
Seriously, this piece is good.
Great form and content.
So subtly is the fume of life designed
to clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
and leave us once again, undone.. possessed.
...
Be yourself- those who mind dont matter
and those who matter dont mind.
They are great.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Yeah, compliments feel good, huh.
Critisism sucks though...ouch.
So subtly is the fume of life designed
to clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
and leave us once again, undone.. possessed.
...
Be yourself- those who mind dont matter
and those who matter dont mind.
Very nice, chadwick
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
- Alyce Mahon