Vassalage

Vassalage

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I once conversed with a woman so difficultly soulful, that even Her breath smelled like incense. (The kind that monks use to honor Their deceased gods, calling them back in endless Effects and seamless attempts.) That, too, is how she mourned at her dorm room, all alone, With nothing but fog for company, some times the moon-glow, Nothing but sorrow to share, and sorrow to impart. When she sings, she puts all the world's divides to rest. All the frostbites burning her insides calm by simple Clawing at the audience. Closes her tunes into the restless, Subjugates with a kind of devilish ...Read more

Mouth of spiders

Mouth of spiders

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take my hand, stretched to the opening of this here earth. Mouth of spiders Spinning web, traps, camo, ammo, falling dominos, Speech patterns falter like granules of sand. Like geiser, they rise, my mouth crawled by arachnids Eight-legged freaks resembling AVs that haunted my childhood. I love it here. I hate it here. I want to come home. They feel like eons ago, I was strong, I could carry an entire compound on my shoulders like transporting cotton in between fjords. take my hand, emblazoned with runics, mental, unsophisticated. Errands and I am done with that I am done with. Li ...Read more

The Good Eve

The Good Eve

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Every musician wants to be part of your household, dear Much like every genuine ounce of me longs for your validation Would you sing these anthems with me? Play me on your radio? Let me into your flightful heart? Your lover in elusive moments Your runaway, your reprise, your trophy, rump, reward Your reincarnatios Your time share ; beach house husband baby Returning applicant to be buried beside you buried inside you as we smile Play with me like doll house from your childhood attic Your memoirs, your makings, your monarchs, your machinations Pull all my strings and tug me close t ...Read more

Boleyne Bard

Boleyne Bard

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Ethan Lesley, Ethan Anarchy

The Good Eve

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Every musician wants to be part of your household, dear Much like every genuine ounce of me longs for your validation Would you sing these anthems with me? Play me on your radio? Let me into your flightful heart? Your lover in elusive moments Your runaway, your reprise, your trophy, rump, reward Your reincarnatios Your time share ; beach house husband baby Returning applicant to be buried beside you buried inside you as we smile Play with me like doll house from your childhood attic Your memoirs, your makings, your monarchs, your machinations Pull all my strings and tug me close t ...Read more

Poetry

Poetry

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Poetry Language exists not to be policed, but to have fun with as one lives – Life In the Infinite Foreword A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing. Click here for the poetry tag search. td.optioners { -moz-transition: all ease 0.05s; -o-transition: all ease 0.05s; -ms-transition: all ease 0.05s; transition: all ease 0.05s; cursor: pointer; } td.optioners:hover {background: #74cbc8 !important; color: #FFF !important; -webkit-transition: all ease 0.05s;} 1 2 3 4 5 The Inc ...Read more

 
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