In my gut a black planet begins to turn
with wreathes of white and lightning burn.
I smell sweet ions charge the air
and drink up life in atmosphere.
Let's play chess.


Thud Eyes spin like arachnids in the slab of velvet you hide behind.Thud by ~agonyandecstasy
We got in a terrible car crash and you couldn't help but laugh through the tears
piloting salt through two perfect towers paced in perfect pitch
to crush a fist of glass, you perfect bitch.
Nothing should prepare my queer heart to guard from talented women
June, desperate for control, the sinister lack of control.
I'm stealing your words, hit me as hard as you can.
It's your birthday, we're all your biggest fan.
My stomach is your bitch getting facefucked from behind,
look, what style, what gilded slut to host this frame of mind.
Chances are you're falling backward


Your Mom Your momYour Mom by ~agonyandecstasy
is dead
and her hair
is red.
Her bones
dry,
and her hands
are dry.


Immutable Armor of Hate Immutable hate saves the soul from impermanent love;Immutable Armor of Hate by ~agonyandecstasy
as impermanence rides all affairs, all vows, and all life into the dirt.
The armor is made of hate and lies, yes. And it shields you from the truth.
Your sword, is hate.
Your shield, is hate.
Your helm, it is hate.


Adaption of Oscar Wilde's... No need to waste the foolish tear,Adaption of Oscar Wilde's... by ~agonyandecstasy
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
So here, my fist upon its shaft,
a saber lifted high,
I exhale your name from out my chest,
and kill you one last time.
One strike for wishing me my death,
a second out of spite,
a third for making my child a threat,
a fourth ensures you die,
Now every strike from here on out
can be counted to the credit,
of men who
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a rat became the unit of currency
OR you can take a gander at my featured poem and tell me how silly it is.
Love your work
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Merci beaucoup.
Amazing
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big thanx for the book
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They are driven by a strange desire.
Unseen by the human eye.
Thanks for your teamwork Dariusz.