Un Beso Del Infierno: Archive

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This World Is Mirages and Trick Glamours What We See Is What Our Heart Desires What Our Minds Crave. Try To Break The Spell But To No Avail We Get A Mouth Filled With Blood and Stale Dreams No Hall Pass To Ease Through… We Caged In Like A Mockingbird Copying What We See and Learned For Good or Worst Repetitive Steps We Carry Out Like Its In Our Genetic Makeup We Know The Gate...

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Misfit Words-Poetry for The Uninvited: We Could... →

misfit-words: Your fingertips with their painted nails Carving into my chest with the almost pain With the scratches that itch and tickle and pleasure Your lips with their glossed appearance Breathing into my mouth with honey tastes With bites that bleed love and blood and sugar Your body with it’s mannequin…

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Grinch

Have A Lot On My Mind and Looking For A Place Close To Heaven and Smell Like Pines Its Close To The Holidays But I Feel Like The Grinch I Know Satan Brewing Something I Can Smell The Stench Jingle Bells Jingle Bells But Everything Is Not Well Mothers Can’t Feed Their Family Unless They Use Their Body Cause Sex Sells Tis The Season To Be Jolly But How When The World It Self Is A...

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A Black Bird's Song

imprisonedphilosopher: A black bird sings it’s lonely song as it rests upon a tree and its cries struck a resounding chord that echoed deep in me to fly above, searching the world yet never finding what you seek he sings his song of a searched for love tinged with notes of both hope and misery yearning for the day when she comes along and at long last, sets him free

Dec 19th

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Walking On Clouds As My Dreams Float On The Horizon Vision Swirling Through The Air and Buzzing Like A Bee Body Comatose From The Negativity Brain Working A Symphony To Let Me Rest Peacefully Blood Still Flowing Knowing That This Won’t Be The Death of Me…Yet Time Comes and Goes as I Mature and Grow Knowledge I Consume Like A Leech I’m Sweet On The Inside With A Little...

Dec 18th