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Semantics And Sectional SofasBorn of depravity and hunger with starving eyes and angry veins, this monster walks the plains in search of simple prey and wounded hearts.Semantics And Sectional Sofas
This field is littered with fresh corpses alongside bleached bones from wars of old. Voices rise from the soapy discharge below our murderous hills.
Slated to rise and fall from power to corruption and betrayal. Leaders, who lead us all to a well lit demise.
Running and hiding are our favorite pastimes for a new generation. Trajectories are crucial for our well aimed artillery barrage. Endless cy
by ~Tirees
Make Me, FibonacciDarkness draws me in and wraps me in her wounded wings. Images dance in front of her until the morning's kiss. It is a kiss of painful realization. Shingles clink and dangle over the chasm that this house of cards was built upon.Make Me, Fibonacci
Dioramas do nothing but murder our senses. We all have daggers in hand, but we insist on carving each other instead of making our own examples. Havens indicated by tilted yellow squares permeate the land. Manufacturing greed is a prominent enterprise, and the children must be recruited.
Squawk birdy squawk! The riding crop gouges holes in the air as the thousand screams follow it blindly. Th
by ~Tirees
Welcome to Fresno in the SkyMy skin tingles with tears, and I weep for all that could have been. Stale peach toffees stare at me through muddy glass. A green crown of thorns adorns her head, and she scorns this travesty of love. Salty crush on all my thoughts. A rainbow check is her second hiding place. I am failing at dodging the grenades from all the Devastators, and the cropped brown hair is exactly how it should be. Objects are not worth my time. An empire of industries deadens my nerves.Welcome to Fresno in the Sky
I suppose I will have to change it all alone.
by ~Tirees
I Hold My Breath...You are the ghost who died obsessed with me. I miss you so much, and I can feel your love all around me, but I never can touch. Now you follow me everywhere I go whispering my favorite words in my ear. I would kill myself to see you again, but I know that is simply not how it works.I Hold My Breath...
You share your bed with another, and he drains all that is glorious inside you. His fists are the new mouth, and your throat will suffer the consequences. I would eviscerate your fear, but it dances on a dimension I am not familiar with. Diadems of perfectly pitched words ring and echo in my mind. Oh pretty baby how could you?
by ~Tirees
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Scarecrow RebornThe spool passes my eye, as needles rip throughScarecrow Reborn
my cross threaded grin. Pricks, snaps, I smile.
Scissors, sharp with her gaze,
press into my neck, releasing my head unfinished on the barnyard floor. Creaking wood slips around my rolling face,
from her wooden rocking chair back to her maniac’s grace
Handfuls deplete the bail, crunching in my faded brown buttoned shirt. She pauses, slipping the threaded needle between her dry lips and my shirt-rips as her heel plops on my forehead, scraping me back to my
by =Infrunitas
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Potato Land
- Interests: Writing: fiction, poetry
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Too much good music to have a favorite band.
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: MP3 players are dead to me.
- Favourite game: Legend of Zelda series.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Jack Skellington
- Personal Quote: Silly monkeys... give them thumbs? They forge a club and beat their brother down.
- Tools of the Trade: Anguish and a large vocabulary.
- Email: tzeentch666@gmail.com
- MSN: tzeentch666@gmail.com
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Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Hey there!
bernie
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bernie
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I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering. Where it will go............
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On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
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I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering. Where it will go............
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On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
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I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering. Where it will go............
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