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Living Dead Boy: Animated

There wa a curse on the world,
a strain straight from Kokomo,
a contagion that killed everyone

All but one. he survived by some hoodoo
weird shit, like a cockaroach.

He found me, kept me stashed under
his bed until I zombified.
Patchworked, zigzag sewed
but still a doll fully animated,
ready to fuck whenever the fuck.
All this in the name of some sick
love-sick thing.

His desire to make me his
in this Outer Limit.

I cannot hide or runaway,
it's how he wants me, a forever
play thing that doesn't rot.

However,

I want to eat his brain,
he's wickedly delicious, good for cannibals
and zombies too. Eat them raw, food
literally for thought.

nice:)
 
Without you, there is always this...
This something, it makes me feel
Like I'm not whole
I always wonder 'what if'

Nothing sticks
To the alabaster slickness of my heart
You glazed it over
So that it cannot be claimed
And your memory keeps me chained
To a past you never visit
Except once you came to me in a dream

Did you mumble in his bed
Chasing me out of your head
Or were you feeling gnerous
Rewarding me for years and years
Of tending the flame?
 
Another day gone without
you in it, no laughter, no tears
no childhood fears.
Though I have lit a torch for you,
you burn bright within, it is only
a ghost compared to
How you could.....
What you could....
When you could....

I can't bring myself to say be,
because you can't be anything
more than a memory.....
 
Dream Scratcher

Twitch of paws, twitch of whiskers,
chirping, chatter in a imaginary chase
while lying on sofa for an all day nap.
She runs in dreams and it's the closest
that fat cat has ever moved her ass.
 
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Fortunes faded,
mind gone
life jaded,
chip in my mirror,
not an evident one,
one on the edge in
dangerous places

for chips run
stark cracks
random intervals
know not what they
will shear off in passing
 
reposted here from live writes, since . . . well, yeah :)

begin |11.17|

in the sahara of her bed
she is oasis
dreaming of his dawn
offering sweet waters
for a man whose thirst
was salt and salt upon his face

cool beneath the burning sun
a tranquil pool
where he can shed his dusty norm
transform into a fire fish
on gilden spasms spawn


end |11.23|
 
Dreamer

[9:47]
She dreams.

I know from the way
her eyes flutter just
on the verge of opening,

and, in spite of how
much my tongue wants to run
itself along her whispering
lips, from one corner of her
mouth to the other,
I know I have to wait
for her to wake.

So I watch her sleep,
watch her dream,
wonder what those whispers
are saying, and who is
she whispering them to
[9:51]
 
[9:47]
She dreams.

I know from the way
her eyes flutter just
on the verge of opening,

and, in spite of how
much my tongue wants to run
itself along her whispering
lips, from one corner of her
mouth to the other,
I know I have to wait
for her to wake.

So I watch her sleep,
watch her dream,
wonder what those whispers
are saying, and who is
she whispering them to
[9:51]
begin |19.43|

a shadow-presence
brushes its weightless touch
across eyelids
lips
l
o
w
e
r
cool watchfulness
in the corner of a sleeper's dream
stroking a shiver
along her flesh
she murmurs in heat
turns a flushed cheek
pulse dancing at her throat


end |19.51|
 
begin |19.43|

a shadow-presence
brushes its weightless touch
across eyelids
lips
l
o
w
e
r
cool watchfulness
in the corner of a sleeper's dream
stroking a shiver
along her flesh
she murmurs in heat
turns a flushed cheek
pulse dancing at her throat


end |19.51|

Place my fingers at
her throat,
a pulse
her life beat,
throbbing
white hot heat
burning beneath

I need oxygen
I need water
I need food
but in this moment
all I want is you

to breathe in your skin
to drink of your lips
to sait my hunger
 
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salty drops
sting the skin
pouring acidity

butterflies melt
into iridescent
puddles of bright
blurs

pink and white lines
blend into salmon
the ceiling mocks
looking down as it
always does

take my last shot
before sleep
 
salty drops
sting the skin
pouring acidity

butterflies melt
into iridescent
puddles of bright
blurs

pink and white lines
blend into salmon
the ceiling mocks
looking down as it
always does

take my last shot
before sleep
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butterflies melt
on his tongue
in his mind
and a ceiling's slur
is a blur too unkind
a salmon escapes
slipping down to the river
where waters run cool
and in dreams
she's forever...

end |00.37|
 
begin |00.35|

butterflies melt
on his tongue
in his mind
and a ceiling's slur
is a blur too unkind
a salmon escapes
slipping down to the river
where waters run cool
and in dreams
she's forever...

end |00.37|

Forever dreams,
never what it seems
a memory can as easliy
be a lie
as truth,
is it a case of trust not
or embrace what used to be
I don't know, can't see

I just,
I just don't know
can't tell, can't go
so I stay on
stymied by the escaped
salmon, the colour pink
as I drink the butterflies
that melted
 
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Forever dreams,
never what it seems
a memory can as easliy
be a lie
as truth,
is it a case of trust not
or embrace what used to be
I don't know, can't see

I just,
I just don't know
can't tell, can't go
so I stay on
stymied by the esacaped
salmon, the colour pink
as I drink the butterflies
that melted

to get lost in the dream
can mean treading the path to madness
when each step underfoot
kisses the soul
feeds a mind
ambrosial wonder
even as, eyes closed,
butterflies and slippery fish
tremble on those inner lids
poetry spilling from your lips
dreams leading you into the labyrinth

always take string with you
and don't forget to secure your line

unless

you risk the minotaur
in your search for sunless seas
 
*sips*
I am going to get drawn in here;
salmons and streams ...Sweetwater
pouring to pools, reflected
a mirror where arrows your lure;
and the Fay fish rises
without any other thought,
save where dream lure is going.
*sips*
add commas, semi :)
 
*sips*
I am going to get drawn in here;
salmons and streams ...Sweetwater
pouring to pools, reflected
a mirror where arrows your lure;
and the Fay fish rises
without any other thought,
save where dream lure is going.
*sips*
add commas, semi :)

a semi-entendre? awesome :devil:

oh wet child
pour your sweetwater on me
strip away my scales
to fall as pearls upon the ground
to stick to naked feet of passers-by

eviscerate me
pluck out my bones
blow oxygen across my gills
call bright this nascent fire
 
a semi-entendre? awesome :devil:

oh wet child
pour your sweetwater on me
strip away my scales
to fall as pearls upon the ground
to stick to naked feet of passers-by

eviscerate me
pluck out my bones
blow oxygen across my gills
call bright this nascent fire
..
and fish hangs from your hand
grasping the grey turned tentacles
of taste, savoring the blessing,
of your hand, wet with many sweet waters.
Fay eyes meet, drop all illusions,
become Thrice Quickened at the same moment
bio-electric celled creatures,
rising together to the sun,
in phosphoric brilliance,
charging like a capacitor,
pre-spawn above the river.
 
..
and fish hangs from your hand
grasping the grey turned tentacles
of taste, savoring the blessing,
of your hand, wet with many sweet waters.
Fay eyes meet, drop all illusions,
become Thrice Quickened at the same moment
bio-electric celled creatures,
rising together to the sun,
in phosphoric brilliance,
charging like a capacitor,
pre-spawn above the river.

What IS it with all these tentacles?!
 
..
and fish hangs from your hand
grasping the grey turned tentacles
of taste, savoring the blessing,
of your hand, wet with many sweet waters.
Fay eyes meet, drop all illusions,
become Thrice Quickened at the same moment
bio-electric celled creatures,
rising together to the sun,
in phosphoric brilliance,
charging like a capacitor,
pre-spawn above the river.


risen​
mind over mind​
wetly slide
over secret place
release wildfire​
on distant, dreaming seas​
 
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