m---y

“babe, here’s something i just wrote—i think you might like it! it goes like this:

‘the truthful glance you cast upon me felt like concrete poured into a casket
.it crushed me.
crushed me into a pulverized valentine’s card,
you know, the ones with sweet nothings smothered on a canvas donning a bleeding heart;
but this valentine’s card dared to push through to the other side of...

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the truthful glance you cast upon me exhumed through the concrete of the casket and crushed me into a pulverized valentine's card, the ones smothered with sweet nothings onto a canvas donning a bleeding heart, and it dared to push through to the other side of this cuckoo house nest--the damned rib cage within this punctured chest. draping that valiant heart onto the shoulders of these blessed pall...

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I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot yet see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail unnoticed.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. Sometimes, the shadow runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs, thereafter our shadows dance and twirl anxiously; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.

The house of a friend is nearby...

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I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.

The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...

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M A T C H S T I C K

“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
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There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to hum...

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“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”

There’s something about the heavenly reflection of that silver-tongued devil which comforts me.
The cigarette pursed between his lips, con...

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I Found Where Ponce De Leon Happily Drowned

Under the dim, natural lighting of a celestial fortress forever far away
I burned my confessions into my arms.
The ashes blackened my skin; the sting was partly pleasing.
I rambled about the greatness of man’s insignificance and called it quits.
He took back his lighter and went inside
while I waded through the valley of ashes to my bike.

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