Longing

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Secret Lovers

Secretly we love
Playing a game of hearts divided
Each meet is a tango with fire
That...

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HOPEFULLY STILL INSANE --

BARFLY IN A RAINBOWS REFRAIN

Coldwater
blunt razor
broken nose for a hellraiser
out of time
out of place...

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I'm Coming Home...

I'm Coming Home...

My crying eyes are so red,
Mam, I've done what you said,
I've killed but only to survive,...

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Longing

Longing

My earth
rises
to meet your sky
And, it rains

the flowers of your longing...

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Digital Native ?Break

Dramatic Irony

Digital Native ?Break

I like to flirt with you through jokes
And innuendos
And poetry
And song lyrics...

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Death What Dreams

Death What Dreams

What dreams than shall death bring?
Or shall it just be the blackest night?
Where we lay...

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Her Him.

You see, she wanted someone to look at her like that.
To think the things he does about another her...

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“I’m scared.” She said.

“Of what?” The wind whispers back.

“I’m scared.” She said.

I’m scared to be alone.
I’m scared I’ll be alone forever.

Loneliness, and hollowness, are...

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old shops songs and planet...

Broke with the broken

Brought me a little piece
inside the forgotten mind
singer on a street counting burnt...

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Helen

Helen
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THE CHAIR

awaiting time

Brown in false leather
creased arms
stitching a single wave
same view
quarter...

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Side by Side

Side by Side

When I wake with you by my side ,
my heart is burning inside.

The burning is the flame to my...

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Imagine If....?

Imagine If....?

Imagine if the moon was cheese
and the sun was mayonnaise.
If the darkest,deepest inky night...

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Wistfulness

Wistfulness

Wistfulness
Is not sorrow
It is longing deep within
a kin to melancholy
and a...

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Reminisce

Comfort

Reminisce

Romanticizing yesterday
Tomorrow seems full of tough times .
Rose tinted specs glorify the...

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Would That I..

Would That I..

Would that I were the air that you breathe,
my senses would live in your sphere,
sweet...

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THE KILLER IN A SWIMMING RACE

BELOW THE SURFACE

Across
This blue Riga Mortis choking the lake
laid in violet light
I float in a sunken...