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morning love
early morning love
her skin pressed against mine
the cool feel of lips pressed against my own
bodies that make love under the warm glow of sun glistening with sweat
our bodys intertwined like twisted reality
our dreams run together free from the curse of pain
hearts fused together,one mind,one body
love is……
eyes open as the sweat begins to thicken
this isn't love….this isn't a love or sex poem
lost eyes gaze upon a mangled body
the beauty of her neck twisted and her spine protruding from that stunning twisted neck
breast ripped to shreds and nipple piercings pulled malicciously
her body naked but dressed in a satin red dress of blood
our eyes connect, the super glue is woking
bodies intertwined,the coldness of her body cools my skin
creating imaginary ice crystals around my heart growing to incase us forever.
morning love without worries of pain.
her body can be mine to love every morning
her body so perfect lips painted black
her skin pressed against mine
the cool feel of lips pressed against my own
bodies that make love under the warm glow of sun glistening with sweat
our bodys intertwined like twisted reality
our dreams run together free from the curse of pain
hearts fused together,one mind,one body
love is……
eyes open as the sweat begins to thicken
this isn't love….this isn't a love or sex poem
lost eyes gaze upon a mangled body
the beauty of her neck twisted and her spine protruding from that stunning twisted neck
breast ripped to shreds and nipple piercings pulled malicciously
her body naked but dressed in a satin red dress of blood
our eyes connect, the super glue is woking
bodies intertwined,the coldness of her body cools my skin
creating imaginary ice crystals around my heart growing to incase us forever.
morning love without worries of pain.
her body can be mine to love every morning
her body so perfect lips painted black
Published 21st Jan 2014
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21st Feb 2014 4:06am
If the psychosis was real it would be best to release through prose.
If such tendencies were just mental forays it would be best to release through prose.
Sometimes people's prose threatens others because a stiletto captured your imagination and grew.
If such tendencies were just mental forays it would be best to release through prose.
Sometimes people's prose threatens others because a stiletto captured your imagination and grew.
21st Feb 2014 4:05am
Awwwww.... this was kind of like the Tom Petty mortician-falls-in-love-with-a-dead-bride video "Last Dance with Mary Jane". Past-death love, and weird project-your-obsessions on something already destroyed... it's fucked up, it invokes the idea of a broken creature playing God. People like your above critic can only catch a feeling on that if some part of them is able to see it all happen.
Which means their imagination goes there too.
Which means the possibility that even in THEIR universe there is such a thing as a crazy, psychopathic God.
I like being scared that way because I don't flip out like some. I just take it as consciousness-expansion and then feel more grateful for how my life is.
This piece works the psychological grips really well. You've got awesome talent!
Which means their imagination goes there too.
Which means the possibility that even in THEIR universe there is such a thing as a crazy, psychopathic God.
I like being scared that way because I don't flip out like some. I just take it as consciousness-expansion and then feel more grateful for how my life is.
This piece works the psychological grips really well. You've got awesome talent!