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yourdailynarcissist:

I remember you from a dream I had
of a distant land full of memories
your eyes told stories of a broken past,

but gave hope of a promising future
the curvature of your lips dragged me in
to fall for loves trap, it’d be worth the sin

your love was a poisonous addiction
and my body ached for your affection
with you seconds felt like eternity

without your love death was my remedy
I wished that this dream would last forever,
but soon I’d have to face reality

unless you’d want to live this dream with me
and escape the truth of loves misery

5.17.12


thinkwithoutwords:

To weave a thought longer than your black hair,

I cleave through black noise like a cosmic stream,

I’ve left my right mind amazingly bare,

To heft your burdens has been my one dream,

Across these cosmos I did long wander,

Collecting the stuff of sweet and spices,

I, gathered all love for you there yonder,

So wicked a quilt, though this, my vice is,

I’ve woven you a moment, sans rehearse,

This moment, thought; can spawn a universe.


Sonnet 14

She's an Argonaut

shesanargonaut:

A velvet rose’s subtle kiss is dismal to his immaculate lips,

the bow of Cupid’s fatal arrow strumming golden harps

when I ponder such a perfect bliss

spent in the melted horizon of razor sharp

inhales taken so happily in his present state of gentle emanation.

His maniacal glints of mischief are the only ones that onlookers see,

but it’s in the quiet of the parted crowd that he shines adoration

with a softer touch, the hum of moonlight caress in the dreaming bee.

A slur of hazy compliments float across a river of bared molars

and beyond this sea of distance that parts us so unhappily.

Our love is conjoined by red string verses reflected on solar

flares and in transparent grins that show the jubilance in our elated mentalities.

My dear, you make me euphoric with these darling osculations

that I can only reciprocate my beating heart on a platter of silver adulation. 

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jayarrarr:

You and I could surely Come Together
But Something on the wind tears us apart
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer broke the weather
Oh! Darling, well, at least we made a start
In Octopus’s Garden where we play
I Want You now, but look, Here Comes the Sun
Because You Never Give Me Your Money
The Sun King blistered and then stole our fun
Mean Mr. Mustard fucked Polythene Pam
As She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
Destroying Golden Slumbers that I am
          Love, I’ll Carry that Weight until The End
          Until Her Majesty deigns to pretend.


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