Beatrix Poems - Poems about Beatrix

my first seduction was with a bowl of stale feta, a tragic affair with a refrigerator that wouldn't shut. crumbs scattered like apology, i whispered sweet nothings, "eat me, make me whole” the hinge creaked, and i poured out, wanderlust in the cheap cheese, another unloved abandon, me....

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Hey mommy I am here to play Daddy and brother are on the way To the underworld where I sent them By gutting tummies and dissecting Innards go to outwards on the floor Faces you can’t recognize anymore Low and behold they still breathe So I drowned them in the kitchen sink Mommy come here, don’t run mommy Fine I will chase...

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In the alleys of mirrors, reflections stare back with faces I've yet to covet. The cacophony of screams and whispers, a post-coital slack-jawed pause, the aftermath of endless nights and getting lost in vorpal holes of unwritten rules. Where pornographers masquerade as poets, sacrificing Eros on the altar of analysis. I squirm on the auto-da-fé...

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the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed puppies, sealed behind glass, strippers selling tickets to the apocalypse. a demon, a door-to-door salesman, asks for my dough, my scratch, my entire lunch budget, think i’m some golem, bred...

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In the underbelly of the behemoth, where darkness devours the light, lies the truth - a macabre cotillion of vice and virtue, forever swirling, a maddening waltz of the dualistic kiss....

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I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, afraid of shadows and their own demons. Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake. Be a warrior, not a weakling. Face your fears, and let the darkness fuel your lights fire. Weakness is not an option....

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The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink, but in the darkness that fuels the pen, gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison....

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crimson mixes of love and rage, a cauldron of heartache bubbling, memories shared, now a tribute, to the venom in my pen writing. fueling our past, surviving tonight, amongst the stars and the sky, a love lost in time, a phantom limb, echoes of what could have been. colliding paths, a spark of passion, fate and chance — two stars torn, nova hurricane, supernova rain, our...

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Writing effortlessly and I faint first thought was dreamscape I can recall every single detail To the T. Twelve fenestra foggy glass, a paining of a woman, Egyptian, classy loft style apartment, with a fountain in the center, tree growing up and through the ceiling, at its base a pool for a fountain raining above, this is the only light source,...

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As I look into the vast ocean of wight, here in the shadows of wont right, left amongst the myriad mellifluously, will you still hold a monstera like me? To be this maiden fair — to care about myself, ore not to mine — opals rainbow in black skies, heralding a new plateau of what you know, breaking the shackles of the...

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whistling in the rain how I love you so they say a dream is not a nightmare in a play a tragedy but whose to say halved misery the other mystery milks silken savvy ergo me yue...

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There is but one thing in my life that matters, one ounce of sand, the rest is finger extensions, caught in the side breeze — that is all you need, one thing to keep — oar the aspen river rose....

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alleyway bandits beat the man till he dropped, as they were rummaging through his wares — clad in crimson armor a vigilante appeared, everywhere — no where like a ghoulish phantom, one by two till all five lay scattered — splattered, ripped apart by the golden gauntlets of scarlet, and then it was gone in the zephyr — like smoke. a bloody...

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Softly, falling snowflakes dance around us, a whimsical trance subtle scents of winter's breath mingling with the promise of new life's depth — with our eyes locked, chests beating as one, the world around us a hazy vision spun, fingers interlace, a tender silent tongue, nervous mamihlapinatapai — die cast roll as we both lean...

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a stark hue rainbow over the cemetery — light dark lace corset...

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