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Baby | milkywayofmud
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October 6, 2016. October 6, 2016. You wanted her to call you Daddy. Even though you’d never be her Father. You wanted her to be your baby girl. But all you did was push her to grow up faster. She wanted to be your Princess. Not some ragged, rotten, rascalled, enslaved. And when you tied her up. You tied yourself down. Revealing how you’d never be able to. Reach your thin, spindly fingers. Up to the jewels in that crown. Which you so wanted to wear. To be her king. But, we all change our minds some day.
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Springtime | milkywayofmud
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April 1, 2016. April 23, 2016. Daffodils rise and life begins anew,. Spring time, this time. Is full of sunshine rather than sorrow. That will be left behind, to pick up again. 5 thoughts on “ Springtime. April 17, 2016 at 8:14 pm. How I love spring. Dancing daffodils, a mixed of warm and cool wind. 🌷🌹. April 17, 2016 at 8:36 pm. Btw i loved your poem last farewell, but i don't know how to comment on it! Liked by 1 person. April 17, 2016 at 8:39 pm. Liked by 1 person. April 17, 2016 at 8:41 pm.
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First | milkywayofmud
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April 29, 2016. Grey sleeves, catch on tops. Strings unravelled, tied in a knot. Buttons opened, tight, now closed,. A secret entry, for only us two to know. Pristine white, crumpled grey. Stained with fire- liquid, nay-. Tear drops of youth, quenches their thirst. Exciting passages, will always be her first. Chips for two →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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January 29, 2017. As the old man hunches over at his desk. And cries escape, whist aging solid beams. Crumble under his stone body. Inhale (slowly) now,. As Felis Catus claws scratch at young child skin. And fragile wings whimper at the stroke of his silver scythe. Preparing now, for its jellied membrane to face his instrument of. As tweezers pull apart the delicate strings of her laced corset body. As the white blood pours crumpled little stars onto the brick brown desk. Burnt out by the dancing wind.
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Chips for two | milkywayofmud
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June 15, 2016. A tragedy, in other words, of love. Two candle lit faces dance in the mesanscence of the café where. Children writhe in their seats; babies cry from their high chairs, man and wife, boy. And girl, boy and boy, hold hands across the wooden block upon which their elbows so rudely rest. Smoke from the kiln in which crust and dust mingles into the room, burning to the brim of the invisible incense stick- its just their breath. Lingering on their savoury thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Ocean | milkywayofmud
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April 1, 2016. April 23, 2016. There’s an ocean inside you,. And people are swimming in it. Brushing their arms, stroking their legs. Against your waters,. Leaving their thoughts before they enter. And they cleanse their own. 2 thoughts on “ Ocean. April 20, 2016 at 1:59 pm. This is just…. Liked by 1 person. April 21, 2016 at 4:00 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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‘Bigly’ | milkywayofmud
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December 2, 2016. December 2, 2016. You say ignorance is bliss,. But sometimes it’s the hiss of a gun. Being reared up with thick bullets. Waiting to be fired into the neat, pretty, white holes. Of tasty empty heads. Such a pretty victim, such an easy one. But just you wait, for the blood to run down those outer city streets,. Until they trail right into your home. But they all say how juicy it is. When you get to the bone. Such delicate marrow for teeth to sink into. As cries blow outwards.
