Horror stricken heart_
bound to collapse
relapse
Tied soundly, deftly, then lowered into the lake but I don't have a sword. Swear. Pastiche. I didn't mean to do it.
Lover.
Free me from. Your hatred. If you hate me. Just hate me.
Adore me when you think I'm god-like, hate me when I'm human. Born today, devoured tommorow.
Severed dreams. Gently.
She was an ideal, but oh do I miss the illusion.
Thirsty verses.
Learn to sound the siren in your head. Hooked. Remember. Dismember. Misrepresented.
Your words only make me stronger, but still they burn--so watch your filthy mouth.
Animal.
Composure broken, but I'm still alive. Love me now, not when I'm gone. Not when you've killed me.
posted by darl @ 8:34 AM
3 Comments:
Thank you Jen.
They're not poems really. . .they're more like drawings I think. hehe((, but thanks for indulging--it gets lonely on this drawing board sometimes.
Adore me when you think I'm god-like, hate me when I'm human. Born today, devoured tommorow.
I feel like this more often than not. love to ya Darl-ing! mhn
Thanks for coming by the "other" spot. I agreed wholeheartedly that we're going through the same stuff. We should just tell everybody to bugger off, but then they just get all self-righteous again.
Dang-it-all...
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