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fairy.'s picture

I stand,
never complete,
this inner drama occurs,
love dies vainly.
Sleep lost,
outing myself to her.
Behold the chic bodies,
Silk and bangles,
blood on his bed,
abandon the bad.
Wake to face her
warm tough glow.
Fall oaks, and
flying cats.

I wrote this with those little poetry magnet thingies, so it may be bad, but I like the flow of it.


devildog's picture

That's awesome! I love using

That's awesome! I love using those things, but mine aren't anything like that; yours is strangely beautiful.


Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
Oscar Wilde

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.
Oscar Wilde

fairy.'s picture



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Campfire's picture

Magnets are fun

Those poetry magnets can be fun. The only vaguely coherent combination of words I managed to produce however, were:

I am crushed at how you lie
I have a vision and you have put it to sleep
For you & me this dream is near its sordid stormy fall
I wanted to love the gorgeous man
Only he is not over his blues
Go away and live in a true place

fairy.'s picture

lol, I like it!Love, Your Fr

lol, I like it!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Queer Anarchist.