They give you just a

Of love. Joy. Terror.

They feed on what's Fears residing within.

The Lords of Dream and are waiting.

And they want to hear you scream.

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I can hear the demons
They battle each other in my dream
All wanting a of my soul
"Winner takes all," they say
I wake, and like every morning
I slay them with caffeine

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He nectarous intentions on her breast, breath her in soft pillows of smoked leather. She dipped her toes in the moon soaked grass, slinking into blurred contentment. Wine spilled over feverish bodies & into caterwauling mouths.

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We to get away from something,
or we write to reach out to something?

We write for us or
for the others?

For what's inside us?
Or about what's out there?

We write to stand out from the crowd?
Or to be one with it?

We write because
we can't help not to write

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Here Grim sits to contemplate
All the things that make me great
How I'm never late but make folks 'the late'
How I join strings of fate
But into despair I sink
Waters of doubt I drink
I've no brain
So, how do I
Am I a skeletal dummy?
Existential crisis activate!

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What you doing?
Minding my business
Feeling happy?
I guess
Shall I tell you my worries?
Not right now
I want to something with you
Really, I’m fine.
But now you’re thinking about it.
Great. Thanks.
All in a days work. Yours sincerely, Anxiety

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her cogitations
corotating
continuously
she
strains
to rest
or to
manifest
her musings
these
oscillating
galaxies of
her psyche
incessantly
pulling
whorling
she
closes her eyes
and
tries
to maintain
equanimity
but every thought
is a tempest
caught
and eternally
brewing

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Lying on a beach
midsummer
night's dream
William is making
words castles
I with
Friedrich
while Henrik
and Sappho are
looking for shells
T.S do like
Rimbaud?
Edgar asks
And Dante sais
Doesn't matter
We all love one thing
Poetry


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Appetent closeness
Drinking in lemongrass scent
Lining windswept hair

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drunk on her beauty
Her spell entwines my mind
Her seduction is nectar
To her is divine
Her lust never quenched
a fountain of passion
Eternal is her love
An undying fashion
So I sit desperate
For just another drip
Begging for her cup again
I’ll savour every sip

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Like Alice
in my own tears
i swim
I
and drink
take long sips
but they
never lessen
Don't have
strength
to fight anymore
I let myself sink
Maybe i'll find
peace
under mass
of desperation
I'll let myself
get crashed
and make
a new me
out of my
fragments

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a final goodbye
time eats away
at our parting kiss


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Treachery©️

Whether
or sorcery—It cloaks
its face around illusions
and lies where the sun
doesn't shine. And its
luster lacks the inevitable
that (s) away at forsaken
and souls.

✍️🏽#bravewrite

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settled on the castle, the first we'd seen in our dark trek.

Voices came from inside - we grew closer, notions of filling our minds. The door opened, and a girl beckoned, eyes aglow.

"Time to

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Every when berries and flowers are in full the wild things arise from slumber to hunt and
Frost fills my veins when I realize they have me surrounded
Like a doe in the meadow
Is this the end?
I raise my sword...

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Thoughts jump over the Moon, hitch rides on shooting stars, intersecting, analyzing past, future outcomes. a vortex of lies in unnamed galaxies. How much can I control? Let go & enjoy the ride. Would a talking mirror tell me the truth, or just what I want to hear?

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"To the evil one from a captive at each point of the pentacle."

"Er..."

"What?"

"I've only got cold fishsticks."

"..."

"..."

"Well, I suppose that'll do, but if we summon Bastet by mistake, you'll be in trouble."

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When I I return to the
The price I pay to visit the mortal world
Sliding into the trancelike state, my eyes are closed but my mind is open
They're recording
I cannot lie
But I promise, I'll protect you when they come for us

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A crimson blossom
Beside my desk, silent muse
Petals gently fall
As pen scratches parchment sheet
Capturing love, pain, and all

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