CemeterySound Poetry

o'queery · 08-08-2013, 07:37 AM

Dense and Dark

I come

to you

Devouring You

in my silence,

My storm of

mourning

Cloaking

and

Choking the dawn and

it's breath

From Your trembling

dew dropped

lips

Horrid and

Lovely

Purple iris hues

I come to You

Wrapping You up

like a broken doll

Beneath grey swollen Moon

promises

Never meant to be kept

Hiding You forever

in the

Center of my soul

o'queery · 08-08-2013, 07:44 AM

Your unsaid words
kept
unraveling
slowly
but surely
against my broken
tattooed hands

I was holding
out

believing my love
would
cure all
our delicious
demands from under
the disease of
critical Moonbeam
lights

Untouchable
I become

frozen in a flower
Where the
numb echo of
each withered
chemical
promise

eats away the ink

Painted skin
stained
crimson where
I let Your hands
do more
than
fúck me til
I slowly
dripped out
your
lies

I don't notice
you anymore

08-08-2013, 07:37 AM	#1
o'queery Member How Do You Identify?: serviceboy Preferred Pronoun?: him, hey boy Relationship Status: boyfriend of my joey. <3 Imma lucky bitchboy! Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Off the Grid Posts: 864 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,770 Thanked 1,892 Times in 521 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	~Fog Dense and Dark I come to you Devouring You in my silence, My storm of mourning Cloaking and Choking the dawn and it's breath From Your trembling dew dropped lips Horrid and Lovely Purple iris hues I come to You Wrapping You up like a broken doll Beneath grey swollen Moon promises Never meant to be kept Hiding You forever in the Center of my soul __________________ I'm not an artist i'm a fucking work of art

08-08-2013, 07:44 AM	#2
o'queery Member How Do You Identify?: serviceboy Preferred Pronoun?: him, hey boy Relationship Status: boyfriend of my joey. <3 Imma lucky bitchboy! Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Off the Grid Posts: 864 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,770 Thanked 1,892 Times in 521 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	~Stained Your unsaid words kept unraveling slowly but surely against my broken tattooed hands I was holding out believing my love would cure all our delicious demands from under the disease of critical Moonbeam lights Untouchable I become frozen in a flower Where the numb echo of each withered chemical promise eats away the ink Painted skin stained crimson where I let Your hands do more than fúck me til I slowly dripped out your lies I don't notice you anymore __________________ I'm not an artist i'm a fucking work of art