Two Dead DovesLike slamming doors Wood floors My fists thumping gets louder in my minds,Two Dead Doves
Darkness. Slamming in the tall, pale and flat surface of the wall Like your back. Beating like a normal heart should
The bones in my feet smashed up As I kick the corners of the house, like I kicked the corners of your body For hours. A kick that even you must admit pleased. Our torment continued for hours
Running in naked rage,
Forgetting to step down the spiraling steps. You taunt me alike a toddler should. Child’s eyes framed by a man’s brows. Your voi
Cape TownYour leaving, taking your body along Leaving traces of your spirit though - For me, us, to feast upon. Like feral dogs or hungry cannibals. Sucking up the last bits of you. Wishing you would have stayed.Cape Town
Inside you this depression grew Four times, nine months at a time. -At least-
Bluffing, doubtfully we hope. I hope. You chose to leave them in the shadow. The same corner of your mind you use to,
Let these thoughts linger. Grow. Like a baby. Im sure it took allot of time. Years. Days. Months. Nine.
We w
I plead : temporary insanity.save me from the tree folk starving me. they want to eat me. the tree folk. they starve me to eat me. i am lonely in this cage. amongst the tree folk. teasing me with scraps of rabbits and hunter. But they will not feed any of it to me. "nothing to the lunch" the tallest tree mumbled on day one. I have been here for a week now, and already my spanish has improved tremendously.I plead : temporary insanity.
seeing as i have nothing to do, i taught myself. The tree's are good at spanish. even better than me. and some spanish people, i am too believe. I wonder, what does hu
SkoI’m never safe.Sko
My toes hide within your leathery confines.
But, as the nightingale sings,
I hide from you.
scared and confused,
unsure.
With no eyes, ears, or mouth. Well, nothing more than lines.
I still tremble, when you stare at me,
when the doves go –
quite. I sink within my sheets,
like a worm hides,
for weeks within a cocoon.
But I fear that from within you,
nothing comes out looking
even a smatter as pretty as the silently fluttering butterfly.
I try and hide you,
| My name is Herman Visser, dont tell anyone. I enjoy the small things in life, like. sheep and goat babies. I have paedophobia well, when i feel like it, i have it. I uh, enjoy poetry. And i believe ted hughes was a total prick. <sylviaplathforever333 And uh. Im not english. |
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"The kids are smoking in the streets. Their way too young but im way too old to preach"
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