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Poison TreePoison Tree4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was in love with my friend;
I spoke my love, my love did wallow.
I was in love with my foe;
I spoke it not, my heart I swallowed.
And I nurtured it in words,
Rise and set with the birds;
And I lured it with glances,
And slow spoken chances.
And it rose both night and day,
Until it became a glimmering ray.
And my love saw it's light
And he knew that all was right.
And beneath my hanging heart.
When the day had shone the mark.
In the night hoping I see
There my love, waiting for me.
After- A Poison Tree by William Blake
Aching SweetAching Sweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
7/24/08
Sweet amber eyes, your heart runs dry.
So sweet it hurts, so nice it aches and stings and lights and burns to dust.
Sad sunset eyes, in hazy pools of fashioned white and dry, soft dust.
So sweet it hurt, so nice it ached and stung and lit and burned to ash.
Black cobalt eyes, your words run back in lines of red as dark as velvet.
So sweet it'll hurt, so nice you'll ache and sting and catch light then burn away.
It was so hard to hold.
that dead deceitthat dead deceit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behold, the night born of a whim.
A certain fancy holds
Attaches with the string of stars
Unleashing ambers, liquids, golds.
Sit close by her, voices deep
The whisper of a thrill amongst
Unknowing crowds of knowing masks
A pleasant rush from lips that drunk.
Not hours next would truth be told
Or paper minds left to decay
The creases deep with blood to fold
On this night, a lie betrays.
Her head upon the dock does rest
And all the atropine now fades
The moon alights a deadpool blue
So to the ground will be her grave.
The soft and desperate plea alights
And demons snare the bleeding soul.
A murmured fall of dying flocks
That
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They don’t even want me
Not even to hold, not even to kiss, not even to scold.
We don’t even want you, not when you’re alone
Distraught and tied up, beaten and shown.
One side down the middle, we need you alone.
Tied up in a knot, treacherous and done.
They don’t even need me, not even to run.
To say it to others, not even for fun.
They don’t even want me
Not even to love.
Not even ok, but mostly undone.
Not even my words make much sense at all
You don’t even want me
Not for a precarious length of time
Or forever, to smell my hair, view my lights.
Don’t touch my face, they don’t even w
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