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#professor
Uncontrolled, unparalleled, unstoppable, unfuckingbelievable. The child became a man before the man became a child. Has it ever been lost on those of us chirping loudest That we rely on...
The hand flirts in dangerous tides… As it travels through the midnight… Calm collected, undetected When the penetrating silence unend… A flip-flop slap
Roses are red; Violets are blue. Haiku 18 Jan
I’m late. For a very important da… But I’ve lost my hat My cat My way I’d stay but I simply can’t.
Agonizing wake of a summer sea Setting down upon the breeze Feeling me, feeling this moment And I drop back into a haze of em… Repetition and repetition
A beauty’s flame the candle bears; In his mind the seasons tear; Displaced amongst some memories; Replace in time by sensory Overload
Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C
The soft cries of her voice escape… Behind her I exist in solitude, o… The dark ringlets float in the sil… And a beautiful sunset wanders int… The sheer fabric too floats over h…
Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…
Can you feel the breeze around the… Shuffling leaves and plagues and n… Across a dreamscape so quiet and s… Maybe I should warn her Danger lurks in places we stare
If there was a way to stop the pai… I’d seek its shelter again and aga… If there was a way to end all the… I’d borrow its wisdom and add to m… No matter the ways in which I str…
The clock struck twelve and Cinde… From the truth That all change was inevitable. Her prince doomed from the start To place petals and sparkling fine…
Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief
Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -
LadyJade would never fade into th… She might pout, she might cry But the provocateur will never die… Laced into her satin dreams Are tattered holes in tattered sea…