Seduction
Crimson kisses
for sultry lips,
eager promises
from curving hips.
Sweetest sin
in your caress,
let us begin:
slip off your dress.
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Dive
Step up to the line,
gather your courage, and leap
into the deep dark.
Concrete
A house,
built with fine wood
and the sturdiest frame,
can weather the worst of the world
unless
you fill it with toxic people
who crack the foundation
with bitter words
and tears.
Celestial Crown
I’ll pluck the colors of the skies,
right out of the air,
and weave them ‘fore your very eyes.
I’ll grasp azure and cyan dyes
and cerulean most fair.
I’ll pluck the colors of the skies.
I’ll work until the sunset vies
crimson shades with glaucous glares
and weave them ‘fore your very eyes.
I’ll wait until the moonbeams rise
and thread a set, or perhaps a pair.
I’ll pluck the colors of the skies
Throughout the night, until sunrise
spills rivers of red which I’ll prepare
and weave them ‘fore your very eyes.
I’ll secure them with firm ties
and lay the veil upon your hair.
I’ll pluck the colors of the skies
and weave them ‘fore your very eyes.
Filtering filth
You put a gag over your own words
because you only wanted to share them with friends.
I put a gag on your words
because I got tired of listening
to all the shit spewing out of your mouth.
Silent schooling
It’s been a month
since we last spoke;
that’s a lot of time
to learn to hate you.
Unspoken pain
The last words I remember
were “I love you”.
I never got the chance
to hurt you with “goodbye”.
Pitiful pride
I will not give in.
I will not give in.
I will not give in.
I will –
*dial tone
and weeping
while I dialed out*
Verocity
You bring out the beast in me.
(There’s always someone
who likes to point out
that I misspelled “best.”
So I have to correct them,
“No, you sneering little cunt-stain,
I meant ‘beast’.”)
Howl through the burning skies
My head is too loud
with a shrill and bitter madness
that wants to beat the walls
until I’m bloody
just to mute the rage.
A (wise) man of two faces 