

Untitled-a work in progressI've knocked on the wrought iron door, Said hello and accepted entrance to my darkness.Untitled-a work in progress
Serpents slide me across the floor, A single wish, only to have a mistress.
Taking anything creates demand for something in return, A piece of my spirit is lost in hopes of the rawest love. Too many snakes entangeling my hearts' concern, One last despairing endevour to speak of.
Not a single candle on the wall of this hall, Perfect darkness soon to absorb the last of my bones. I can feel its thick oils penetrate my skin with impressive gall, Nerves of a fated victim create ram


Old HaikusSifting through chaos Lovely strand of glowing hope Perfection is found.Old Haikus
One two three press play Go now, let the smooth rhymes flow Tangled in music.


Fuck Off SporesShe moves like spores in the wind. Dancing across the tip tops of grass blades. Through the dead of night in an open field, she floats. The moonlight shimmering upon each strand of silk sprouting from her head.Fuck Off Spores
I can't take my eyes away.
All I want to see is her continued teenage glory:
The perfection of a long lost day,
aimless wandering through the forests half-forgotten.
Ever drifting she persists, just looking for a place to call home.
One day past a valley and a stream she found a crack in concrete.
Becoming a lovely infection in the foundation of a basement.
Which jus
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