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Things had changedHer bones ached from the icy night air as her shaking fingers, so small and fragile, went to work on her buttons and she disrobed. Hastily she pulled her modest and mismatched sleepwear over her bare skin and made her way to bed, crawling under the covers. Curling into the fetal position she waited for the sheets to warm. After a considerable time they still seemed determined not to so she wrapped her arms around herself tightly, clutching her ribs as though they may fall apart if she were to let go.Things had changed
She allowed herself a small sigh of defeat, yes, she was sure this night would be another sleepless one. Insomnia was not new to he
by ~Ink-Stained-Despair
The Empty ChairIt was cold that day. I sat by the window for light while the sun struggled to penetrate the cloudy blanket of grey. A book lay in my lap, “Alice in Wonderland”. I turned the pages of my second-hand copy, now yellow with age, to the title page where its former owner had left an inscription. A hand-written quote which read, “There are some people who live in a dream world and there are some who face reality and then there are those who turn one into the other.”The Empty Chair
I turned to face you where you sat on the other side of that basic white room. Your raven hair and piercing eyes contrasted so sharply with t
by ~Ink-Stained-Despair
Pocket WatchSometimes I feel like that pocket watch You keep so delicately attached to your chain So much more mechanical in your affections Then the fall through an hour glass of a single sand grainPocket Watch
You only ever take me out When you’re looking for “The Time” I suppose it’s still more then I thought you’d ever want me for So I’ll continue to smile while you use me pretending it suits me fine
Now shoved so carelessly down your pin-striped pants Surely I could be so much more to you then just a device I subtly try to explain this to you Hoping you
by ~Ink-Stained-Despair
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Crooks, Cops, Crooked Copsi love people with pleats beside their eyes like oriental fans i love people with sprinklings of surgical steel freckles i love people who have no use for the snooze button i love people whose hair products account for 3/4 of their body weight i love people who are twins and feel a little bit smaller for it i love people who are faggots wanting to look like brigitte bardot i love people who know how to take dick but not a compliment i love people high as ringtones touching junk for junk i love people who smile like they kill people and have gotten away with it for years i love people who wCrooks, Cops, Crooked Cops
by ~Alphemale
Martyr Man And Gimp GirlForever In Leather And a whip-swing cut They never see her face They hear a high-heel heel strutMartyr Man And Gimp Girl
Pain Is the ultimate Seduction Strain Under a bodily eruption Feel The hurt course through the heart And real Blood dripping where the skin departs
There’s a hole in the heart Of the man apart From the part in a man That wants to chain up his hands He sits Tied up in those basement nights She slits His dirty skin as she bites
“Bleed, you! I want to feel the Seed, you Planted
by ~AvenBlack
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- Favourite genre of music: Rock, punk, acid jazz & classical
- Favourite poet or writer: R. Kippling, Chuck Palahniuk, Oscar Wlide & Cavafy
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