

The ShipThe lighthouseThe Ship
in her palm
guided me to ports
between fingers
where I
embraced Plymouth.


555-LIFEWould you like to see my life? It flips open and comes with an antenna. You can also play tetris on it. I once dropped my life in a pool. My life doesn't float. Diving down to retrieve my life I recieved a call, it was my mother, and I spoke in air bubbles. She told me she was getting some static on her end. I almost drowned asking her, "Can you hear me now?"555-LIFE


Timmy went to HellI'm glad I stopped before I finished the cliche, 'why did you leave me?', 'I wish I was worthy' kind of poem. How could I think I wasnt worthy when you have no value? Without request, I promised to never, ever, never, never allow anything to come between us. Full of wasted air when I promised to walk through a tornado like a pane of glass (windexed clear). For you, I'd big bad wolf that whispy spinner. THIS IS LOVE THAT WILL LAST. With jelly bean hopes of happiness I fought for you. Never the less, nevertheless, never agian will I think less because of love. Nothing could have stood in my way, not red riding or that windex tornado. I knew howTimmy went to Hell


No moreI must be a comedy (laughable). So easily I was swept away by sudden daydreams that I'll magically experience some crumb of heavenly body. How foolish, I'm always second choice, not cool, not down, too nice; how extremely schoolish of me. Though I commend you half-heartedly on how you twisted me, terribly thrashed me, while dangling me above your seductive bust. Upside down and drooling with trust you soaked up my ignorance while you called a hinderence. Hindering your lies, filling socks with coals, disguising them as butterflies (The paper wings were a nice touch). Fooled into your web. Sucked dry and dead. I'm looking forward to beheadingNo more


Hall of MirrorsThrough the dark and through the tears I met you in the Hall of MirrorsHall of Mirrors
I didn’t know you at all before And now I seem to all the more
Your past, your present and your future A story of time to hold and treasure
Of hopes and dreams lost and gained Of fears and scars all sustained
A life that's neither good nor bad A life of confusion that drives you mad
And somewhere along the journeys way I notice our likeness day to day
And without thinking who is who I realize; you are me and I am you
Complete with all my fau
Sweet Bunny

Starcrossed AngelsStill abhoring second chances, wings of tarnished silver gleam beneath the glow of your reflection, casting back a silent scream. Exile's wrath negates the mercy shown to you by distant smiles, as I take my place before you, here, at last, our love defiles the rules of wisdom set by angels, gazing down from ravaged skies, and here, beneath our seventh heaven, we'll watch as the cosmos dies.Starcrossed Angels
Love is not replaced with loathing for the sake of empty holes within the hearts of politicians standing by election polls. Tarnished silver won't be polished under rule of heartless kings who "b
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