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I like the color of scarlet
I like the ways to obtain it
The sound of your air, choking in the base of your throat
Bulging eyes, all whites, veins bursting
That delicious red
I like the music of your cracking bones, the final snap
The pool surrounding your body, how it grows and grows
...I like the color of scarlet
I like the ways to obtain it
The sound of your air, choking in the base of your throat
Bulging eyes, all whites, veins bursting
That delicious red
I like the music of your cracking bones, the final snap
The pool surrounding your body, how it grows and grows
...I like the color of scarlet
Literature
Which Bathroom?
I am not a boy, not a girl
skinny pants with no bump
hips hidden by long shirts
yet I tape my chest everyday
so I can look like me
these eyes look past shapes
seeing souls and inner thoughts
hearing those judgements who can't stand
to stay in somebodies head
'Are you a boy or a girl?'
Can't i just be a person?
walking and talking just like you
moving to the beat of time
The thumping in my chest
ba-bump
ba-bump
ba-bump
singing of a free land
free to express how I want
as a person who likes people
without:
a)Female
b)Male
because I am
c)Both
d)Neither
depending on the time of day
but that cannot be
Literature
Life of a Soldier
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Life of a Soldier by Illscarlett:
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over,
Tomorrow is no guarantee,
If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
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The moon glistens a peaceful light,
I'm far away, so far from your sight,
Don't cry because I'll be fine,
I can't guarantee, but tonight I won't die,
Rest your eyes, believe in me,
Believe in the soldier I have come to be,
Don't reminiscence the past, the times before,
Dream of me walking back through that door because,
I'll
Literature
Piano Playing
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
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Another old poem; I'm just putting up all my old stuff so it's all together in one convenient place
I like darker poems, I'm a twisted individual like that
I like darker poems, I'm a twisted individual like that
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oh wow awsome poem