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thechainsawking:

Help a fellow out if you need new black scary-looking T’s for your wardrobe this fall.

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Oft’

thechainsawking:

I oft’ imagine you in mostly black and white
Like Sin City, on fire, and we’re dancing in
The firefight.
Muzzle flashes pop like paparazzi camera bulbs and
I pray you’ll let me hike up that skin-tight, poured-into dress
I want to kiss your kitten
And leave you just…a mess.

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Blend

To bleed like men or bend like grass
Surrendering to violent wind
To march to dirges loud and fast
Or surrender to our own skin?

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March

I lead a vile army; by file and rank they march.
“To victory or death,” we cry…
…but know it matters not.

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Cupid

theredheadlover:

Cupid’s arrows, straight and true
Growing strong, not unlike you
Piercing me, producing lust
We in the arrows need not trust
Our bodies bared, sensation lush
But here tonight watch Cupid blush.

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Oft’

I oft’ imagine you in mostly black and white
Like Sin City, on fire, and we’re dancing in
The firefight.
Muzzle flashes pop like paparazzi camera bulbs and
I pray you’ll let me hike up that skin-tight, poured-into dress
I want to kiss your kitten
And leave you just…a mess.

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My prized possession

Your hips pressed to mine

Legs: tight and intertwined

Arms: Flailing to the skies

Pulling down pillows like pillars upon your glorious visage

Unleash your screams into my strength, submission.

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Dream On

theredheadlover:

"Dreams are for suckers
And hope is naive”
Well fuck all those fuckers
And tell them to leave
Pardon the verbiage
Unpoetic in whole
But dreams grow a foliage
That’s a shade for the soul
Without the dreamers
With impossible hopes
The world would be artless
And tiny in scope

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Cover of Dark

Let me pull up the covers

The cover of dark laying calm upon us like a blanket of solace

Cold air vaults over and under the edges and makes us draw inwards

Into each other, curled together like ancient tree roots.

Let me lay here with you, till our bedroom becomes our tomb,

till our cemetery flowers bloom as the cameras zoom in

to Catch the Scene…believe me, beloved, I love holding you

under the cover of dark.

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"Your name hurts."

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Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater….anyone?

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater….anyone?

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Dreams Reborn

Forlorn love, yet I see on horizon far…dreams reborn.

Scorn of Sun-drenched morn after sun-drenched morn.

Upon lips of sauntering whores who know nothing but “more, give more.”

(Yet they are poor and needy, and “whore” is used to as lightly and frequently as “bleeding” and they may be both…One doth not know the circumstance, so how can we now deliver recompense in hypocritical judgements, I beg?)

Dreams Reborn come on Sunlight’s rise from morning black.

Attack the day voraciously, as a heart attacks falling in love.

And from above, you may be gripped with a brighter dove…

…with your horrors truly and deeply wounded, and your dreams reborn.