

DeliriumYou are numb today writing words on thin pale papers where is the rest of the world? I have lost my soulDelirium
in this playground abyss. My eyes are the walls of my room decorated in bright coloured swollen stars - neon green and even brighter oranges - like decaying pumpkin patches on acid or is it sunshine? Staring out into nothing you shriek about love and lust both are my children I have sent them to wander the earth like greedy succubi slurping out life in chiffon ball gowns and peach silk dresses. I wander the streets of your min


I'm not asking, I'm tellingFavors are for fools and I sit here. Covered in the moon light. Words trapped in my throat. Floating along in my silver boat. With its paintedI'm not asking, I'm telling
ebony wings. Wishing, Fishing for time. Spring time just to be exact. But now I'm getting off track. Cause Favors are for fools Fools like me.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.- Dr Seuss
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imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art, as of life
×× femketje..
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-strangle me up inside of you-
ooooooom
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.{[-+Searching through piles of words, I could never find the right ones+-]}.
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