Been a whileI may not manage it all but I will give it a good try
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Your smellI like the smell of you on me.Your smell
It's light and elusive,
evading my senses
before it becomes
defineably you
in the same way your lips always seem to avoid mine, as you twist and turn and tease before colliding wetly, with interlocked fingers and intertwined legs.
I like the smell of you on me
because I like to imagine that for one moment in time we were so close our bodies merged,
like oil in water, before we separated, with only the faintest residue
on my clothes and the memory of your mouth on mine as evidence
by ~Faiththroughchaos
FadeIn a stillborn moment, i'm passing you pictures. Flashes of light which captured a second for an eternity, before the colours changed.Fade
My memories are wrapped in tissue paper - safe from the sun, which leaches colours because I never want them to fade.
You are vivid reds, and smooth blacks.
Pale whites to memorize with every subtle glance before your colours change.
I wrap you in my arms and hold my breath to kiss you. I'm scared to fall asleep and I'm terrified you'll fade.
by ~Faiththroughchaos
punishmentLaying there reveling inpunishment
the warmth that I’ve lost, with each sharp pain I punish myself and the senseless senses
that lie incessantly.
Betraying me with realities
that never manifest
beyond words written
but never for me or whose meanings never accept my existence as more than a fleeting thought through your vague subconscious.
My life is bared, aired and congealed
in the hands of a craftsman
who contorts the lines of my existence with the crudest,
most rudimentary instruments until I almost forget that I am the s
by ~Faiththroughchaos
MemorialI wanted you to know i’m thinking of you, as much for my own conscience as for your peace of mind.Memorial
I write in the hope that, although unread, these thoughts will find you in some far off future, that I can only picture in brief memories of the past, with imagined scenery and blurred faces.
I hope your dreams bring you as much joy as you wished and your eyes still shine each morning you live them as brightly they did
when you shared them with me.
I appreciate my hypocrisy in daring to write these words a
by ~Faiththroughchaos
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Well AcquaintedWe shared a cup of tea, she and I. No milk, no sugar, no honeycoated words to weaken the taste of departure. We were connoisseurs, and well acquainted with the many blends of coming change. Understanding kept us mute, our ceremony quiet as we stirred the aging, aromatic leaves.Well Acquainted
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We drank darjeeling once, when the grass was frost-glamourous and our eyes danced a dawn tango. She wore red; I read her Blake's secret; and we smiled over brimming cups.
'Your eyes are earl grey' I whispered, when a mountain's shadow embraced us and day t
by `darkcrescendo
Dances with the SunDances With the Sun (Note: inset stanzas are meant to be sung.)Dances with the Sun
From a hollow of tangled brush deep in the untouched wilderlands a vixen child is born, just as the sun dons birth to the light. Through the pink lids of her tightly closed newborn eyes she could feel the affectionate warmth of her glowing mother.
For the first time she stretched her young limbs, for the first time she felt the warm winds nestling their gentle hands upon her cheek, and for the first time she heard the song of her mother sun.
The wind an
by ~Silent-Magnum
On The Cliff EdgeFor too long I have tumbled From fallen tree to bitter stump, With slapping branches drawing cries From all too-ragged lungs.On The Cliff Edge
The shards of cutting grass Leave red welts across ankles That were clad in leather years past. Now a woven trail of torn soles, Broken laces, ripped boots Lies far behind me on the ground.
Tattered remnants of shirts once worn Hang limply from cruelly-spiked branches Where, on occasion, the passing breeze plays, Imparting a semblance of life To the long-discarded cloth.
Bloody soles pound over spring grass &n
by ~jhxmt
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- Interests: Heavy metal, EBM, Industrial music
- Favourite movie: One Hour Photo
- Favourite band or musician: My Dying Bride
- Favourite genre of music: Black Metal
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Actually, my creative juices are being put into amazing film works. My photography has taken a step back. Do not fear I'll be back.
your admirer, exceptionally greatful, poetintheshower
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...Its not our fault the reaper holds our hearts...
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Then when my tedious hours have past
be this my last blessing given
low at thy feet to breathe my last
and die in sight of heaven
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i smile to direct his attention from the rest of this sinking ship.
My Dying Bride is awesome.
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I do not weep ƒor the dead, | ƒor they have died ƒor Me.
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