poetry
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Drowning In Ecstasy
She licks the icing off the tip of her finger Slowly, seductively You can’t take your eyes off her What is this sorcery? Your breathing grows rapid Faster and faster Only one thought in your mind, vapid You are the pawn and she the master Drowning in ecstasy Breathless, desperate, overpowered by instinct You are Continue reading
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Watching You
I know you see me watching you Your lips curl into a smile Your fingers running through your hair Your perfectly rounded hips swaying Your body moving to the music I’m captivated… desperate To hold you in my arms once more But instead I look away Reluctantly And focus on the woman in my arms Continue reading
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Call Me By My Name
You would call me a poet If the body by my feet was metaphorical You would call me an actress If the screams had been fake You would call me an artist If the blood on my hands were paint You would call me conquerer If the one body had been hundreds instead You call Continue reading
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A Well Kept Secret
At the mansion there was a secret In the garden lay the body of its first mistress Pushing up daisies… or in this cases roses as dark as night It was an eerily beautiful sight You see she had committed the mortal sin Of letting her age show on her skin The master of the Continue reading
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By Your Side
By your side is where I belong Laying in this bed I can’t help But glance at your body beside mine Completely still except your soft breaths Your lips soft and inviting Your skin slightly flushed Like every night before this one And every night to come I lay here silently Only to be gone Continue reading
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Searching For Peace
Searching for peace Surrounded by chaos instead A moment of silence For the hope I once had It’s always my fault But it’s always about you If I express myself than I’m overreacting But when you do it’s because you’re allowed to have emotions You can do no wrong I can do no right As Continue reading
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To Be A Writer
The written word My favourite escape On these pages I pour my heart out I find myself Every single day The worries fade My heartbeat slows I’m finally at peace On these pages With my favourite escape The written word. About “To Be A Writer”: To Be A Writer is about the perks of being a Continue reading
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25 To Life
Serving a life sentence In a prison Of my own making Chains on my wrists Key in the palm of my hand Staring at it Unable to free myself The walls are closing in The sunlight seeping through the window Getting further and further away And I’m stuck here Serving a life sentence In a Continue reading
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These Empty Roads
Night after night I wander these empty roads Not because they are devoid of people But because they are devoid of humanity It’s a lonely experience Seeing the world so clearly Watching people make the same mistakes every day But never able to help them Never able to change their minds So I wander these Continue reading
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