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Birds Beside Your Grave
the birds beside your grave lie in wait gathered by mutual tragedy and silence's elusive air equally oppressive as it is nearly unbreathable its potency is diluted by cracking leaves fallen and formed merely for the cutting of bare feet yet no match for sharper talons and quiet beaks feathers glisten with moisture of the forgotten rain a night of forlorn eyes staring into cold lakes placid with captured heaven in small doses slowly acquired yet only to greater ecstasy watching ever so closely secretly wishful willing witness to a sight often unseen the reemergence of ghosts a chorus of souls joined in mournful song the tune ethereal echoed an
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Passage
the mourning is vigorous in silence last night we slept beneath the cold thorns risen to stand within the holy remnants of the obliterated in silence slept the cold thorns as with all things infectious we hum the echo of blood with what was once our heart we think we can see with what once were our eyes can you feel the stars radiate? can you hear them scream? giving voice to the song of the distraught this is the forever darkness this is where we belong in silence weeping beneath the cold thorns once was a very long time ago
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Veil
wishing for us to sleep the grey waves whisper gently their dark lullabies induce the nightmare so beautifully ordained by faith as if we were lost phantoms destined to remain secret for all eternity writhing in antiquated anguish and rising to embrace our skin we become angelic by consequence a soft promise that these last moments will pass without a single sound I am the scourge within your veins until the stars rain down to mesh the love and hatred buried so far beneath the ground a forgotten witness to our most sacred dream ordained by faith and painted so perfectly my soul is a monument to the sea
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A World of Silent Dreams
our thoughts descend into velvet oblivion a voice entwined with the wind billowing dark words that echo so hollow soft and subtle metallic and comforting like the warmth of blood dripping on your tongue from a vein unseen the taste a bittersweet heaven remembering the purgatory in your eyes slowly forced closing like mortuary drapes just after twilight those eyes descend into velvet oblivion a world of silent seas and dream and dream of haunted things
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Frozen
her flesh was the rapture borne upon wings of disease pale and brittle an incandescent moonbeam fragmenting shattered like frozen rain her fingertips pressed into my skin with shallow echoes of pain a thousand splinters worship to find heaven within all this darkness to possess a measure of sin she preferred the torture of a good kiss
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Amulet
if there were never a Moon nothing could compare to the way you haunt the night an exotic chalice of erosion from which I drink in the sight of your body frail and skeletal propped against a street light breath expelled and timed just right to cool the tasteless air and exhume my existence just like a grave enveloped by this lucid ravenous disgrace to soak in dust the secrets within us today there was only static
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The Pulse of Necessity
there are parts of the world that are still ancient and there are parts not yet imagined upon their birth we will worship what has ceased to be sacred and long to feel its collapse we have come to the void a place where all is meant to destroy
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scarlet
teach me about suicide teach me to sin through the scars underneath the skin I want to let you in
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Diaphanous
my heart is full of breathless shadows the loneliness eludes your death rattle so serpentine embraced in entropy I am enthralled with the way you bleed the only ancient and natural thing a relic from when we spread thought and not disease a war just as trivial as peace its murderer is finality a fatalism so blind and perfected just and faithful in our torture just and faithful
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Cervical Plexus
nothing has ever begun wars have never been won a strange pulse in a cancerous sun I closed my eyes and felt its heat burning against moist throats full of sand that were strangled by prosthetic hands the pressure of apocalypse started to descend an evolution begging to end I gazed at a dead baby with uncontrollable envy while Death arose from a recent rape starving for disgrace and bathed in hate she had a gun to her head and a mouth that had never been fed and the last thing she ever said "it all starts with the end"
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Birds Beside Your Grave
the birds beside your grave lie in wait gathered by mutual tragedy and silence's elusive air equally oppressive as it is nearly unbreathable its potency is diluted by cracking leaves fallen and formed merely for the cutting of bare feet yet no match for sharper talons and quiet beaks feathers glisten with moisture of the forgotten rain a night of forlorn eyes staring into cold lakes placid with captured heaven in small doses slowly acquired yet only to greater ecstasy watching ever so closely secretly wishful willing witness to a sight often unseen the reemergence of ghosts a chorus of souls joined in mournful song the tune ethereal echoed an
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Passage
the mourning is vigorous in silence last night we slept beneath the cold thorns risen to stand within the holy remnants of the obliterated in silence slept the cold thorns as with all things infectious we hum the echo of blood with what was once our heart we think we can see with what once were our eyes can you feel the stars radiate? can you hear them scream? giving voice to the song of the distraught this is the forever darkness this is where we belong in silence weeping beneath the cold thorns once was a very long time ago
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Veil
wishing for us to sleep the grey waves whisper gently their dark lullabies induce the nightmare so beautifully ordained by faith as if we were lost phantoms destined to remain secret for all eternity writhing in antiquated anguish and rising to embrace our skin we become angelic by consequence a soft promise that these last moments will pass without a single sound I am the scourge within your veins until the stars rain down to mesh the love and hatred buried so far beneath the ground a forgotten witness to our most sacred dream ordained by faith and painted so perfectly my soul is a monument to the sea
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A World of Silent Dreams
our thoughts descend into velvet oblivion a voice entwined with the wind billowing dark words that echo so hollow soft and subtle metallic and comforting like the warmth of blood dripping on your tongue from a vein unseen the taste a bittersweet heaven remembering the purgatory in your eyes slowly forced closing like mortuary drapes just after twilight those eyes descend into velvet oblivion a world of silent seas and dream and dream of haunted things
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Frozen
her flesh was the rapture borne upon wings of disease pale and brittle an incandescent moonbeam fragmenting shattered like frozen rain her fingertips pressed into my skin with shallow echoes of pain a thousand splinters worship to find heaven within all this darkness to possess a measure of sin she preferred the torture of a good kiss
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Amulet
if there were never a Moon nothing could compare to the way you haunt the night an exotic chalice of erosion from which I drink in the sight of your body frail and skeletal propped against a street light breath expelled and timed just right to cool the tasteless air and exhume my existence just like a grave enveloped by this lucid ravenous disgrace to soak in dust the secrets within us today there was only static
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The Pulse of Necessity
there are parts of the world that are still ancient and there are parts not yet imagined upon their birth we will worship what has ceased to be sacred and long to feel its collapse we have come to the void a place where all is meant to destroy
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scarlet
teach me about suicide teach me to sin through the scars underneath the skin I want to let you in
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Diaphanous
my heart is full of breathless shadows the loneliness eludes your death rattle so serpentine embraced in entropy I am enthralled with the way you bleed the only ancient and natural thing a relic from when we spread thought and not disease a war just as trivial as peace its murderer is finality a fatalism so blind and perfected just and faithful in our torture just and faithful
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Cervical Plexus
nothing has ever begun wars have never been won a strange pulse in a cancerous sun I closed my eyes and felt its heat burning against moist throats full of sand that were strangled by prosthetic hands the pressure of apocalypse started to descend an evolution begging to end I gazed at a dead baby with uncontrollable envy while Death arose from a recent rape starving for disgrace and bathed in hate she had a gun to her head and a mouth that had never been fed and the last thing she ever said "it all starts with the end"
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Doe
In a street untouched lit only by yellowed lights stood a simple doe ears swooping heavenward listening nothing but a silhouette among the whispering snow
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Wintry
The snow groans beneath our shoes I can’t take my eyes off the white flecks that frost your hair You stir the air with your soft words that glide from your lips in wisps of wintry breath The descending flakes reflect in your cocoa eyes Your hand, heavy and warm preserves mine We make our way through the winter months
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A Curious Manifestation of Moths
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Locust Princess
There is power here. I feel it coursing through my veins, pooling in my joints. Embroidering my irises with its frozen fire. Violin strings and Gregorian hymns lift the potential in this mane of hair, the cello is a lullaby resounding. Music is sometimes the only way for me to articulate the butterflies valiantly flapping in my throat. Something about the endless heartbeat of the drum the pulse of the world and of my mothers and my sisters and those who came before me. Endless. It is the rhythm of our feet, one dogged step after another. When I walked the desert, dust in my ears, in my mouth and in my eyes I knew this drumbeat, I knew
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Graveyard Cat
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Ghost Teeth
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good-bye, old life
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Moth Spirit Board
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Halloween and Etsy
Halloween is coming!  I can't wait!  I have so many plans this year!  Seances and ghost tours and costumes and decorations! I had to put my Etsy store on vacation mode while I packed up and moved to the Pacific Northwest, But its finally back up and running now!  Hooray!  If anyone is interested in teeny little canvas prints made by me, you can use the coupon code HALLOWEEN for thirteen percent off of everything from now through All Souls Day. ETSY SHOP :skull: :heart: :skull: :heart: :skull:
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Santa Muerte
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Birds Beside Your Grave
the birds beside your grave lie in wait gathered by mutual tragedy and silence's elusive air equally oppressive as it is nearly unbreathable its potency is diluted by cracking leaves fallen and formed merely for the cutting of bare feet yet no match for sharper talons and quiet beaks feathers glisten with moisture of the forgotten rain a night of forlorn eyes staring into cold lakes placid with captured heaven in small doses slowly acquired yet only to greater ecstasy watching ever so closely secretly wishful willing witness to a sight often unseen the reemergence of ghosts a chorus of souls joined in mournful song the tune ethereal echoed an
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September 3, 1984
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My new poetry book is available! :)
My new poetry book is published on lulu.com  It is entitled Woebegone - A Collection of Graveyard Poetry All of my previously published poetry is collected as well as some that were previously unpublished. Here is the link Woebegone - A Collection of Graveyard Poetry- Thank you for looking :)
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The World Passed Between Our Breath
So many years ago, I started writing a bunch of weird poems and such.  Somehow they fit together and make sense in an even weirder sort of way.  Themes of death, rebirth, resurrection, hope, loss, and all of that gloomy stuff are prevalent throughout them.   Anyway it is still for sell on lulu.com :) Here is the link if you are so inclined.
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the sound of murder
My old profile on DA was soundofmurder.   I've been away for a few years... perhaps you might remember me?
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Happy birthday!! I'm so glad that to have found you my friend!
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Hug Meow :3 
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thanks for the watch! 
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you are welcome :)
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xxBoneless|Hobbyist Writer
Hey Andrew, guess what?! I get to go see Dax tomorrow night!! :)
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arsenic-sea|Hobbyist Writer
oh that is awesome!! :) I am so happy for you
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