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Cold at FourIs there a technical term for a harp maker?
If there isn't, it's you, as a body, that canine
Your name doesn't
ring right but it's what you do with it that counts:
I tumbled around it and never said it at the correct second, like the
cuboid-skulled choirgirl a note behind, loud and disgusting. A faulty
The banal usurping of my bookish tongue
came on quick.
I'm very sorry.
Everything scratched backwards and now my spine streams
from my throat, cursive handwriting.
Scored in your scalp:
the clicking of toes, falling asleep in the hands of metal men,
forgotten criminality, barbed wire telephones -.
you look like so many faces -
for all I know you don't exist except in broken chairs.
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenched
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will fall out of love,
the spiders we are.
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep waits, never speaking, never turning. The children fall into the grim peace and no one can follow their red toes into the shroud.
Vulva SongThe curtains are never drawn in the spare room.
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you sitting on the edge of the bath keeping watch right through me?
I feel the carpet and soak up every silent look, store them under my toenails, and I miss you. You exploded,
the bees in the lavender bush are all that's left of you.
Articulated PointsOne year after I met you -
Ill, stricken, your chocolate orange lies
castling across my joints,
I break concave dandelion, seeds
splashing under my gambling shoes.
One year, one month -
They may lay their hides over your favourite
city garden walks, might leave hopeful lip prints
on the glass in your sturdy museum holidays, spit
love-letter typefaces down their ankles or hum in the grey
cold to stay awake for surgery,
and I will coagulate with my dresses,
Out?Just a word and a little punctuation
A simple question except when it's a late night text
On my phone the letters looks sleazy; a last call come on
The question mark embraces the word like a lover
It spoons it like I would hold you as we fell asleep
By what you want is something more physical
Why don't you tell me what you really want?
It would take just one more letter... Fuck?
A punctuation that looks like half a heart
Both of ours broken leaving us empty
You want to be filled but it can't help
One night is a fleeting reward
It didn't work two years ago
We were five miles apart
Now you're 500 away
This won't be love
Just one night
Lust and bye
"No," I type
Stranger - part 6 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
After school, i went back home,and on my way heard weird noises.I stopped and looked around "hmm?" i took a look at little forest what was close to our school. There was standing Fabian,just as a slenderman.
"what are you doing?" i came closer.
"HSSSSssss" he snarled as a snake,hi eyes shinned,then fast turned to my way,standing on all four.
I blinked once staring down at him..."eeeeh...Fabi...?"
He realized it’s me , fast got up and mad looked at me "Kyle!! never scare me like that ,i could b-" he shaked head "never
Stranger - part 8 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
I didn’t noticed way I fell asleep,i just heard a noise what woke me up,I looked around and didn’t seen Fabi.I looked at my little balcony.He were standing there and staring down,I came closer and took a look.Oh gosh it was my parent’s car.They were back! I hoped Fabi won’t do a bad things.
For some reason he stared at my dad’s e30 for a while,till I pulled him back in room “Fabiaaaan go back to sleep!” I pointed at bed” We need to wake up early tomorrow” .First he was okay with that and came c
Stranger - part 5 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
Fabian looked at me and came closer.I looked at him and smiled “Umm hello ,I thought you won’t come” .
He leant his head to my chest and sniffed me like a dog,from all sides,his eyes got all black.I calm standed and watched him “Umm? Okay? Fabian?”
“Does someone came with you?” He unsure looked at me.
“Um No” I worried looked around? “why you sniff me?”
Fabian took a serious look at the sky and sniffed air.”All is clear,we can …emm..like you said….hang out now
Stranger - part 7 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
He licked his fangs after he was done and looked at me,then he playful licked my cheek for telling thanks.I giggled and smiled at him "not hungry anymore?" i asked him.
"heheh actually….. this what i ate now was just a snack" he smirked.
"Really?" i looked at him.
He nodded..." i need alot of food" .
I got up and looked at him "okay ,let’s get you more then” Fabian opened his mouth to say something but skip that and nodded”Alright then” .
I did crazy thing,I took Fabian to my house…parents wasn’t home th
Todo puede cambiarHistoria - Todo puede cambiar
Capitulo 2° - Conociendo poco a poco
En la mañana siguiente ... en otro lado de la ciudad de New York
- Hijaaa! despierta , tu amigo Matias ya llego - dijo mi mamá desde abajo , aveces suele ser algo tierna aun que es una mamá siempre te apoya y aveces te tiene que hacer entender lo que para ti es bueno pero en realidad es malo , ella creia que estaba dormida pero en realidad solo espero que me llame para poder ir con mi amigo Matias
- Ya voy mamá - dije bajando las escaleras
- Hola Ambar - dijo alguien castaño , con ojos verdes como la miel en resumen mi mejor amigo Matias siempre esta para apoyarme pero nosé cuando le dire el secreto que desde hace tiempo oculto
- Hola Mati..(me da una mirada
InsatiableI'm a little bit wild
I'm a little bit free
I'm a little bit crazy
but I'm mostly just me.
Filled with a sensuous curiosity
Drawn in by the articulate.
and this is me getting it off my chest.
I yearn for soft touch, and a strong hand.
A steady fire in the promised land
A place filled with technicolor imagery
Where my mind fizzles out I can truly see.
Bound in my place
on the earthly plane.
My fervent desires in need of being tamed.
Your heated stare puts me in my place.
And that is why I crave your dominant embrace.
You see I'm a little hellcat, and this is a neverending race.
Oh, how delicious is that smile on your face.
So come out my divine lover, and take what so wishes to be yours.
A beautiful submissive, here, on all fours.
I wait, I challenge, do you think you are man enough?
Come out of the night; my urges need to be slain, as the world perishes away
only you can ebb away this pain.
NaturalIntertwined vines that whisper
To each other in melodic tones
The secret tears that flows slowly
Creating an absence of friction
As fingers flutter in the wind
With the sway of the trees
That creaks and moans
The passing of the serpent
That slides through
The soft warm embrace
Of rose petals dripping
From the dew of nectar
That flows below a tainted river
Reflecting the stars
As soft tremors are followed
By the absence of noise
The night collapses into morning
This visions, are painted in my mind
Death is a LoverEvery time, he lingered near
Ready to pounce at me,
And all my insecurities.
Whenever I called, he would appear
In the reflection of steel,
Or smiling back through my tears.
His cold grip would caress
My still-beating wrist,
Tracing my veins to my heart.
I wanted to hear it:
Softly spoken, a hushed whisper,
Death romances my ear.
My body craved the one antidote
That was the deadliest poison.
The warmth fading and shriveling
From his icy touches;
Release me like a snowflake
Into the vast white.
Oblivion, the catalyst
To our passionate entwine.
Taste my skin, taste my tears,
As they are licked up by flame.
Lie with me, forever,
In this bed of ash and love.
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