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purplemonkeysexgod69:

& yet your poem is currently stewing —

sizzling,

sizzling under a broken cooker hood,

covered in cheap butter, uncovered

like the poets face /:

like the toast of one ((

the ink of wizards ))

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*** you bleed but no one hears ***

They peeled you

bled you

— for their own

pleasures.

They left the full stop behind — be

w.a.r.n.e.d

A Paper Trail

There was a paper trail,
apparently from the night before.

Words spoken with a pen,
apparently expressing their desire.

Illegible font on scrunched up notepads,
apparently frustration unovercome.

There was a paper trail,
apparently ending a night of –

thought.

Copyright © 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

A Paper Trail

There was a paper trail,
apparently from the night before.

Words spoken with a pen,
apparently expressing their desire.

Illegible font on scrunched up notepads,
apparently frustration unovercome.

There was a paper trail,
apparently ending a night of –

thought.

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slouch-tells-all:

I bet He hasn’t noticed I changed His face

No, I noticed the change… twice… and you had a face once but Tumblr removed it, off the chart on the ugly scale probably… I bet you were the one sending the unsolicited messages as well?

Tonight I Will Read Your Poems Aloud

Tonight I will read your poems aloud
Under the cover of loud music playing,
The tube of you will provide my cover,
Obscure my voice from the ears that hear,
A mere precaution to keep my sanity -
I call forth the daemons of Delain and Epica
To join with my Arch Enemy and toast with
My Nightwish,
In This Moment

Copyright © 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Tonight I Will Read Your Poems Aloud

Tonight I will read your poems aloud
Under the cover of loud music playing,
The tube of you will provide my cover,
Obscure my voice from the ears that hear,
A mere precaution to keep my sanity -
I call forth the daemons of Delain and Epica
To join with my Arch Enemy and toast with
My Nightwish,
In This Moment

And The Poet Switched

And the poet switched from
writing lies in a language borrowed
to writing truths in
Emoji // and the world gasped
as the foundation of truth

Unraveled
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