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Unspoken words, a thousand to think of, each chinks of ice thinning my blood; Steel souls form diadems, flavored saccharine. But as useless as the space between our heartbeats, I ...

My floor is littered with the pages of things left unsaid, muffled voices that still call out from empty closets unceasingly wishing to be heard, but I will not allow ...

Yes, this poem is long, but all critiques are greatly appreciated!!! This really lays open my inner-most feelings, so be thorough and gentle. “Observation from the Back Stair” By K.J. ...

I wrote this little piece for myself. I deem it rather appropriate for today, as I am celebrating my 701 year in Paris, Texas. Sharty, gleaming Sharty Pride of the ...

This is the last time it will be like this. Leaves crinkling underneath my yielding broom as I fight the urge to straddle it, flash a wicked grin and instead ...

Is heaven reserved only for those with a gleam of divinity in their eyes? Only for those able to grapple the fact that they are damned— (damn fools) or rather ...

I'll be away again for a week, so make sure you give me lots of nice advice and nasty criticism to come back to. Love you all, etc etc blah ...

We lap ,like dogs, the salt out of the wounds. covering mine and your lips nearing mine, Mine, mine, mine. IckI wish you could know how, sitting in this too-small ...

It was all an economy of thin. Ginger leaves sway, crisp and bitter, as they give death wishes to pipe dreams, let them flitter out to the horizon and forever ...

alas and be aghast, poor women for i am a sad and lonely actor set across the corpses of crippled hearts, dripping across the pages of your soul infested letters ...

one thousand half loves lying on a beach spread open thighs defecated by the horrid leeches a dove flies above a violent sunset and passes out drunk in the sand ...

Deposit one man into a woman's throat watch red mucous spill out, convulse and fire dangerously into pupils "i am the mark of resistance" yells out the one legged soldier ...

vultures dancing tyrants waving obscenities in the air women want to cut their smut so the worms won't eat their luck out men want to shoot out the boar's head ...

This was highly enjoyable.

There is no such word as eachother Is this self-preservation? This dog-love-dog-hate-dog world? Something tells me that somewhere in my schedule, between totalitarian psychology and interior design, y