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SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You arenât even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadnât forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today itâs just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

horus8

24-Sep-03/11:36 AM

Jackanapes and smoke buttons

Why I spit?
Well that's simple.
Take a long fucking look
At your logic, and method,
And obsessive compulsive
need for security blankets.
I watched you for days.
Gossip to friends about
Necessitous heartache.
As I purged my bleeding
Stomach and vomited in
The Jacuzzi from the bad
Catering sticking to my
fingers and throat.
But you, you kept it up
the grand facade and
orated to the deserving.
About fast food and hand
lotions, and your quick trips to
Bermuda. Your trough fed
Japanese gardener.
I saw you then as you always were,
but different, better, a blue
bleeder. A fine diner,
and the toast of Oxford.

And thenâ¦ Then a great
day came when you let me kiss
your pinky ring, and play with your
Lionel train set down in the basement.
You let me blow your whistle, and
push the smoke button.
I was so fucking happy
I cried.
Now look at you.
Look at me.
Wrecked,
On the bridge
Between paper
Mountains, and a pair
of your sisters
Pomp pomes.
Look at you.
So fucking
Cocksure.
Making me.
Make myself.
Sick of us.

While flipping over stones

I found my love under a rock.
In the backyard of my mind.
With bare feet I'll load then cock.
Although I'm shooting blind.

It was that reckless attitude.
Those chances I would take.
I should have shown more gratitude.
When they warned me of the snake.

'stead I frolicked mad in rapture.
While flipping over stones.
A worm was coiled, and poised to capture.
This rolling of my bones.

My head swings low, so sets the sun.
Those holes bleed slow, the snake has won.

Limericks of hot seething love, gone bad

Was there ever a day when I knew?
Just what a woman could do.
To the walls of your heart.
'till death do us part.
Dreams, and nightmares, come true.

Some things should never be found.
Because Love is a patient bloodhound.
That is hot on your trail.
You had better set sail.
Since the earth is only so round.

If Psyche would have just trusted
in Eros, before she busted.
The pact that they made,
but she chose to trade.
True love for a bed that was dusted.

Then there was Pandora's box.
How the curious woman unlocks.
A container of sin.
Just watch that bitch grin.
Foxes in heat always win.

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