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art... =/

barely,

conceited

delusions,

eclectically

furnished

grammar.

hypercritical

individuals

justify

kenosis.

lack

morals.

narcissistic

objectives.

persistently

question

radiolucence.

shamelessly

tasteless

unless

vivid

without

xesturgy,

yielding

zealousness

Ruby Veneer

There's this room in my chest that reeks of asbestos and formaldehyde

where feelings are lost and love died

near dead emotions and in one corner my heart screams and cries

from estrogen driven actions and mind's lies

murderous looks and bothered sighs

cold hugs and diamond cutting eyes

if it were any other way

tomorrow's yesterday's today

you couldn't base it on legitimacy

sub zero kisses

black roses, so numb

caught in a love conundrum

a spectacular caricature of intimacy

a rose, a red one

petal-less

in the midst of an entrapping kiss

i am but a stem

in an empty garden...

love is the best facade

Just Tell Me

I write unrehearsed

no protection, raw verse

fuck her mind

make her thoughts moan with the progression of each line

sex her intellect

her third eye dripping. so wet

entice her with metaphors

her ears yearn for more and more

subconscious rhythmically pulsates

temperature rises, increased heart rate

closed-minded, this poem unfolds, yet blinded

she clinches her brain tighter

intrigued by this triple X writer

listen closely, she opens her ears wider

so i wrote slow and deep

she drenches the mead notebook sheets

now imagine if i use my mouth and speak

my pronunciations make her soul weak

covers her auricles because she can't take any more

screams my name

pushes my lips closer

so the words go deeper

"speak faster Free"

i don't normally do this on the first reading, i said

i don't normally listen, so i hope we're not speeding, she plead

and what followed had me mistaken

if you called home heaven or hell

the angelic nastiness you posses

made you by far the best

therefore hard to tell

and you want me to tell you more

i oblige

and for this night i'll be your poetic whore

or yours, if you want me to

imagine