~FrederickNeeds
Frederick James
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No. 12Green door, red house, two white paper-cut people.No. 12
This is where the colours drain towards,
The rested shadows, the black trees, the dark bones
Cover England in their soft dewy kisses.
A light flickers from the raining window –
It does not wish us to hurry. A pool among the shade
Drops down to black grass and hops like fire.
The rest is full of dark and sinister advice.
by ~FrederickNeeds
By Hellions SideHe’s the joker laughing,By Hellions Side
King of days, my animal.
The moon’s still in his hair, No chains to loosen when he lives on
His feet, but earns with my hands.
Blowing me kisses, Tugging at my dunce cap whilst I sit In the corner, bed in the wet.
The dark’s his bones –
Plea with any name, he’ll answer to it.
I write in my lover’s gut-end Among the rank. Happy mud-hooked face. I am Duke of nothing By Hellions side.
by ~FrederickNeeds
Nightmare at 3amA shrinking forest rich with towers, corridors, turrets.Nightmare at 3am
Man-made manacles, Crest-fallen and blind to the world. Marble pillars Inhale their grandeur like scent,
Writhing beneath our feet,
Under our hands With stone legs snarled in braids like tombstone ruins. Laid with the first bricks.
This was lunging out at me From an ochre dream. And on Waking
Technicolour effigies, bald-eyed trees in spring simper thanks for this patch in an anxious heaven.
by ~FrederickNeeds
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hostage situations are boringi spit on my wallet and i give my doctor the finger behind his back with my tongue in her cunt and my thumbs in my eyes i listen to fancy big words and i'm supposed to be impressed and compete for words of my own but my skin turns to piss and my dick turns to snow and i wake up with my hands around my neck for the tenth time in a rowhostage situations are boring
by ~tentactically
Because I Can...I let my marbles sink.Because I Can...
Bleak, they drowned far
into a pit, hollow'd
through noise in technicolour.
Yes, I let them sink:
They are gone.
No pale glimmer dares
blink back, to the head -
rolled over in feet
of plastic.
Each toe is playing, still
curbed to a clack
that cannot see, but
- here.
I left them to sink
down alone, mid
the dolls.
They flow deaf, for the eyes:
a pink washed out &n
by ~hakucho
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Fading bells -
now musky blossoms
peal in dusk.
Literary babblings.
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'Tis The Season To Be Jolly
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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
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53.4% pf the UK sees its self as Christian, only 7% are actually practicing Christian. Thank you Teardrop resources.
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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
U must have been for Umbrella because there was so much rain in that film... Damn you and yer nanny.
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53.4% pf the UK sees its self as Christian, only 7% are actually practicing Christian. Thank you Teardrop resources.
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