Hallway


Hallway.

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Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.

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.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway

Black Widow

They say 

she is a natural beauty

brown hair, eyes.

Skin so ivory.
All she sees are

cracks and pores.

Impurities and flaws

wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid

beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.

Oh she tries to sleep.

Her skin crawling with unknown identities. 

They see the smile

their stepford grins

cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart

and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme

left to her own device

and without a single wink. 

Loaded to go…

Photo via pin interest

The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Canned or be canned.

Canned or be canned..

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Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose. 

I wonder about my purpose ?

I’m sure I know He knows it. 
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar. 
I try to play a little,

Read,

Write 

Draw something 

But that feeling.

Just gnaws till you address it.

Little a hamster on a wheel 

A fly in a wall

We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,

Observe to try a little 

And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire. 

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Half awake half asleep.


You once told me in the turn of a moon or three that you love me.

Mesmerized by the possibility of it 

I wouldn’t sleep for hours, days and weeks.

Yet the sun came and I awoke from this dream.

A lingering wisp of your kiss still on my lips.