You told me I was perfect After I buried you in sugar For that moment it was all I could give My heart- a crazy beast Uneasy piece Of loathing yet pulchritude of all sorts You lovely being I know yiu were hurt too We probably share the same scars Mines- battle wounds Yours Caress… Continue reading Pound of Sugar
There I go again Blaming myself for being down for years It's a reprisal Give me blood, give me crosses As I climb over dry earth And watery lies Just to give you my love And never eat anything in return I traveled, cast down from heaven On broken knees To be your greatful damsel,… Continue reading The Catalyst
God might, travel country to stars in spite of lost hope for humanity we give curses yet we see light every morning Helios` burning glare gives me hope that it won`t take too long to find your love God might even laugh when I hold myself imagining that it`s you It`s a shame I even… Continue reading Screams of Dead Flowers
Please do not judge my language . This post is personal but it sheds light on my utmost inner thoughts
Coelacanth A Short Story by Imani “Clio” Lang Artist: Jake Overton May 19, 2018 I only give pieces of myself, Because a hole has become a part of me, Located at the seams of my torso- No many can ever know what my anticipation craves… Anticipation wears many clothes, She wears black whenever… Continue reading Coelacanth : A Short Story
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