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Death Trap

She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is.
Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt.
Its simply a means of [...]

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Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction.
It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once.
Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves of desire, [...]

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Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything
They often don’t mean anything
He leaves them with nothing
Varying degrees of his
Needs or wants
Determine the depth
He is forced to
Or willing
To go
Gluttony being his
Favored sin
He feasts upon
Their emotional
Need
Savoring the flavor
Of collective fear
Seasoned lightly
With his own
Desire but a word
Ecstasy a button
Easily pushed
With a pressured curve
The same spot every time
No matter the shape
The age
The [...]

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Letter to Veronica No.1

Dear Veronica Lake,
The truth of us.
Something you believe only the two of you share; yet something we’ve all been forced to wonder about. We too had a truth in an airport, he and I; just as he had truths made up of lies with a plethora of intelligent, creative, beautiful, loving, soulful women; all of [...]

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don't know why

She dies a little more
Each time
Following in the dark
A shadow drifting
Unnoticed
Across his frenzied life
Watching movements
As it unfolds
And still she wonders
With every word
He strokes

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The illusionist

He is as far removed from the mirror of her soul as one could possibly be. Having thought to have glimpsed. Seeing only those shadows she chose to reveal. Stopping long enough to gaze at his own reflection. Driven by ego and what he believed she could do for him. Unwittingly baring himself. His ragged, [...]

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Separate Reality

The music strikes a cord, as rain falls steady outside your four doors; and you feel him suddenly, tugging at your soul. Memories come down like raindrops on the windshield; and you realize with gripping certainty, just how close you came to throwing it all away; for a stranger whose specialty was manipulating words; who [...]

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Hollow Soul

Like a tree
Solid strong
Broad and stocky
Hollow at the
Core
Rotten inside
Peering leering
Paranoid searching
Driven by
Ego
Googling his own
Name
Empty of
Feeling
Driven by
Madness
Writing his
Life
In poetry and
Prose
Found on pages
Endless pages
Dostoevsky
Bukowski
Kerouac
Neitzsche
Incapable of
Grasping
All forms of
Reality
Stories already
Told
A life of
Emulation
Lost in theirs
Unconscious of
Time
Forever living
The lie

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Autumnal Faust

She thought he was an angel, swirling round her spirit; arousing a creative fire; igniting bursts of imagination and stoking profound inner realizations. She breathed deep, a sigh of relief, at having connected with one so astute in realms that piqued her interests; then as if daring her to be great, he forced her to [...]

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