As the description before said, these are story poems. Some are of a certain event, others of a longer period of time, but they all have a conclusive beginning, middle and end. These are of a dark nature. If you just want something to amuse you, then read "The Quirky Side", which are my story poems that are humorous. These are not.
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It was simply time I knew-
What color my bones actually were… -
There is a stepping in, of she and I
When smouldered edges un-cauterize -
You were the house’s aroma candle, labelled
‘The morning after, in a Frat house’ -
But I am my own fool
. Who pulls Fate’s threads on me tight -
I know there are no answers, just more questions, and
quick sand accumulates to my feet -
On the game board of emotional blackmail
I’m not as good at the rook, -
She sees me for what I am now
My clothes, drab and professional… -
Of women with soft grape breasts
And paper Mache legs, -
My web, an intoxicating quiver
. I’m too sensitive to touch -
Strange wayward child
No tongue -
There were no more gold angels
In their sweaty hands -
I am.
Just like you asked. -
You’re one of those
‘Bunny deaths’ -
My audio silence would
Split your surprise -
I failed to see, I was but, a stupid bug
Beneath a wall of solid -
Abomination of nature, returning
Wince it came -
Natural born destroyer
I kept -
Overturned large green couch
That probably has spiders -
My fingers shake
In ghostly vibrations -
Or taking their sexual activity
Outside -
I deftly peeled back skin
That I clearly -
A hundred things on
A long curled list -
I was always coughing up
Poison and burning fingertips
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