"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Snowfall.A canopy for the ugliness I don't want to see.An awning for the tragedies in store as rain pours,And,Pours.From each corner of my eyes with a shovel in hand as I course,Through a path slippery before,Each pound of ice is ever crystalized,By,Such a wintry world.A world where souls are solidified by windchills below zero when,Exhaled... Continue Reading →
A prude is what I want,Sort of.A woman who is not absorbed in thoughts,Darkened by a need to climax and froth,Over orgasms that won't last as long,As we can hold each other in the midst of a storm… I want to be engorged by her love,And,Need to hear my voice whenever she'd slip into a... Continue Reading →
A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →
Jane often disappears after our brief interactions.And,Anytime we do,It always hits the fan while,Blowing up in smoke… What seems like a break from absorbing her hits,Is more like an instance of burning a bridge.The more that I’m given what numbs my soul,The more I’m distant from flames that wither when you,Let go… I see poison... Continue Reading →
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