Masked angelAn angel was born on the sand of pain, Nineteenth fear of imploration and beseech – stop. She asked for the Pacific Ocean to lure hell to sleep Instead a storm of twins came by her path. These wings of passion, this valor of truth… She swept the egoistic side of man to those culverts Warned those fools of deaf on her stageMasked angel
But no, they won’t hear, their world won’t hear. Then imprisoned in her soil of love and blood and pain
And those silent cries of protest known, She still hugged tears of lessons unbeknownst to the world (Yet the people watch) With two palms to
Dress-Up DollYou found happiness in your new dress You'll only let it touch your skin once, a caress Maybe not, but at least it'll be one of the few times You haven't made a mess of yourself In a dress (a poignant observation that isn't an observation) He stood still as he watched you undress I stood by the window and watched your reflection Soft material sliding off your back, you took off Your dress (and again eyelids blink. at glass, slowly) I think to myself, what's apathy When you can't even manage to apathise anarchy Or inner turmoil, wherever that be (your mind) So says this boDress-Up Doll
Who are you and why are you stalking me it's just a nice interest in peanutbutter and it's not an unhealthy obsession at all what say you!
I know you?
nice gallery
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My greatest creations are stuck in my head,
i could show you but i hardly get it right.
I'm just another struggling artist trying to find the light.
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My greatest creations are stuck in my head,
i could show you but i hardly get it right.
I'm just another struggling artist trying to find the light.
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