

relinquishedgingerly woven tapestry of thoughts images reflected upon hollowed memories realist?relinquished
pessimist? optimism? simple lies we have granted labels sifting about the watery grave of my mind dreams dripping fading along the lifeless length of my spine hazy lost soon forgotten


UnravelledWhen I speak I cringe My words are a poison you so lovingly drinkUnravelled
I see the compassion anticipation love hate and lust
swelling up behind those perfectly dark pupils shuddering and quivering... and you drink my venom down
i shudder with each beat of your heart fearing dreading praying it wont be your last
but you will keep breathing my toxins and your skin shivers in in desire for my bitter sweet affection I simply wish I could spare you from
but love is a poison...
Mer?

re-hydratethese loose ends they shift tightening into the noose around my bonesre-hydrate
it came on like a storm almost the shadow of a memory
leaving the taste of dust the slivers of heat beneath my rusted cage of rib
a taunting echo the resonations of the serene... the spectral past
the ends tighten noose loosens bones shatter scatter break free


Friend DeathShall we sleep, wait for Death to come? Take me from my life, this hell. Feel like the reaper has already sent me to hell. My agony felt everyday. So long to wait, for his time to come my way. There will be no bill to pay, his service is free of charge. Each person, a certain time. His knowledge of our demise, unexplained. Can I provoke him? Move along my life, at a slightly faster pace? Tell me, can he be persuaded to visit quicker? My life shortened, by just one finger beckon. Just a simple gift, from ourFriend Death
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Don't be afraid to try something new. Remember that four inspired amateurs built the Ark with stone age tools.
And a large group of professionals, drawing upon the resources of tycoons, built the Titanic. We know how that turned out.
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<insert highly witty/sarcastic remark here>
COME BAAAACK!
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Man is mortal, and doomed to death and failure and loss.
Why then, do you not despair?
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"The species has amused it'self to death"
- Roger Waters
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Agatha Harkness [link] One of the Witte Wieven [link] Captain Cori the Green [link]
all over it
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R.I.P Logan, love yuh sweetheart
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.even the greatest desires can change
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To say I'm a poet puts me in the company of versifiers, neon-tasters, fools, clods, and scoundrels masquerading as wise men.
-- Charles Bukowski
*Ex-po-zure
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