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Poetry

Pillow talk

The sheets are quiet tonight
The heart heavy
The soul blackened like coal
I hate being without your pillow talk that makes me feel whole
The comforter is without so much as a whisper
Leaving me with the memories of when I last kissed her
The walls simply echo, you miss her
I’m lost at sea on this bed
The whispers of her name fill my head
Her memories gently dance on her pillow
Quietly as the wind whips the willow
It’s too quiet, I miss her talk
It’s a cold somber night without her pillow talk

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Angels

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The ranks of the angels has yet again grown
Another sweet loved one has been called home
Heaven has grown happier
Yet we’re yet again are in tears
Lord I know you need your angels
But why do you have To take them so soon?
We weren’t finished with them yet
We had more to learn
More love to give
I’ll never know their hug or kiss again
Without them I’m a wreck I don’t know where to begin
I know you have plans
I know how our Lord demands
But did you have to make them an angel so soon!?
An angel with grace on her wings
The angelic choir yet again sings
I should be happy, but tears are what their song brings
I promise not to be angry forever lord
I know you have a plan lord
You have gained another great Angel lord
But for now I cry why lord?

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Crisp Air

The crisp fall air envelopes the body
Reminding you of days past
Where childish imagination was king
Oh what joy did Autumn bring
Trees dipped in hues of yellow and orange
The thought of holidays fills one with adrenaline
Thanksgiving feast, family, and friends
Christmas carols, giving gifts, and honoring our lord
The cool crisp air has swept me away
Back to a time where I would run and play
Until the sun would set around five
Being wrapped in that crisp air made me feel so alive

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Missing

I’m looking for someone
Maybe you could help me
Something awful must’ve happened, what have I done

See our lives were interwoven into loves rope
A bond that was what I thought, sacred
But seems I was wrong, is there hope?

Hope of your secrets to come to light?
Will I once again earn a trust I knew not I lost
Or have you declared war, is this a fight?

If so brandish the blades, go in armed
If you’ve turned on me, let the  bridges burn!
I won’t be the only one harmed

As you cut through our memories you will know pain
A time when you need me will arise
But you’ll be left bleeding out in the rain

I wanted this fixed
You chose to shun me
Now my rage and sorrow are mixed

I thought you lost, a person gone missing
A person I could one day find again
But I found only a snake hissing

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Insomniac

It’s 3 in the morning/
And I’m up with no warning/
Mind bursting with random thought/
Another intellectual battle to be fought/
Sleep you elusive dame/
Once again I’m chasing you in this game/
I simply want to revitalize my soul/
But now I contemplate my life’s roll/
Why can’t I sleep/
Maybe I should count sheep/
My sheets are as soft as silk/,So should I be out with a glass of warm milk?/
No, now I’m watching night birth a sunrise/
And a day full of drowsiness is my only Prize/
I’ll be a manic by noon/
If I can’t solve This insomnia soon/

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Friday Night Freak

Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak

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Insane sanity

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It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented
Not to give someone boots that are cemented
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane
It’s almost a sin to even complain
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?

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Who really knows?

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Light

For the first time in days
I can finally feel the sun’s rays
we’ve been berated by dark
children sat depressed in the park
no light so save our souls
consumed with noir until we are buried in holes
the sun is now all too bright
it’s almost something to fill me with fright.
the once oh so coveted light
it’s almost a sin to feel so right
The dark has changed our mood
now it’s instinctive to be dark and brood
Fix this dark stained world with light
Do it now with your luminous might!

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