Derma Poems - Poems about Derma

... A LANCASHIRE LIASON “Laugh an world laughs with yer” she said, as she cum in. I said,“ Do you live in a barn?” She grimaced an with er large left arm she swung out an shut door. “Are y’ e......Read the rest...

...Oh gosh, another tragedy. The news of Libya Shatters the world. Storm Daniel brings down The first dam wall. Water hurtles Towards the second dam wall, Breaching it from the Pressure, it b......Read the rest...

...fresh crumbles fluffing on a graded road propelled by the calcified touch of a heel-flipped flesh looking through the cracked heel, thank god, floating vapors calm the thirsty flensed skin......Read the rest...

... Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escala......Read the rest...

...How I long for days of yore, Young at heart with open door. Wishful, bashful, silly grin; Wearing smooth and silky skin. Now the years have passed me by, My wrinkled face makes me sigh. C......Read the rest...

...ANIMOSITY VESSEL : Here she sit at her thresholds corner; Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal, Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal, Eagerly wish people swallowed by scand......Read the rest...

...the taught red skin wrapped her wrist like a ribbon; dim and so trimmed with disease. all bruised from a blood-let cephalic incision; she's thinned out and gnashing her teeth. departed in sin, pa......Read the rest...

...their nails were rimmed with blue and grey a clinical circle was bordering stain noisily blossoming; smeared by the pain the indigo purpled and mantled her flay a bruising delusional; deafened ......Read the rest...

...Residents of a Fevered Mind By Sy Roth I took the road more traveled--my mistake Thought I could hide among the masses Fully expecting that someone might pluck me out, And I would endure in t......Read the rest...

...Sat in a tube at thirty thousand feet. Cramped and hungry, bored as hell Time ticking slowly, as clouds pass by Thirty thousand feet, seven miles high Returning from a holiday, had a good time. ......Read the rest...

... handfuls ... fine argyle pleats your breath burns ... core-to-blood-to-exhalation you are black flame ... coursing veins - permeating all pounding music throbs, carnal tempo set to you......Read the rest...

...Walk me through the corridors of life and beauty The enchanted walls stained with nightly lust Luscious halls gleam with fetish doorways Lovers dance wickedly across an expanse of marble Tear and......Read the rest...

...It's exhausting, this fight to be strong. To wake up from a blissful sleep, only to be hit with the harsh reality that is life. To have the dried blood of the night caked under my fingernails. Th......Read the rest...

...Time and enough world. But we had memories came, which lace at ends; weaves that space 'tween callused derma. Evokes at it's windowsill dust particles. Life, I cry out. Our story would take anot......Read the rest...

...I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides. The breeze. It must have......Read the rest...