

An Ending Love PoemSend me a fierce song. Send me a choir of rage to swallow- to drown- the caves seeding between my ribs.An Ending Love Poem
But if you know this season, cherry-pink petals and hoping buds, if you know that hope makes her place deep beneath the wet and muck, that hope knows no time, hope knows only being- if you have your shovel handy, you know that there is no room for anger. If blood bubbles, it spreads in floodplains, under down covers and soft giggles, never over rubble and heart's death, not in this season.
I've gone through love songs &n


Last PrayerLay me down in the evening's morn. Bring fire-, dragon- and butterflies. Cast Hemlock shadows across the field and tamp me down with a barefoot jig above. Rope off the angels, but let the demons through. Call every stranger I never met, but should have, and hand them a sparkler and a jug of wine.Last Prayer
Let there be rolling hills of my ex-lovers, and let them bring their new loves and fuck sweet and deep and rich like Autumn cider, until the ploughshare lifts and plants their dreams anew.
Let all the silver, lyre-picking sonsabitches gather,
the poets of despair w
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Just live your life
... and take a look in my gallery!
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Don't push the red button!!
A birthday rhyme for you
on your special day
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living,
Friday's child fears no foe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
And the child born on Sunday
is bonny and wise in every way.
find the day of the week you were born here [link]
More about the rhyme: [link]
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Live like there's no tomorrow & when all is said and done let more be done
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giveitaway now
hi.
Take care
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Fuck you.
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