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[violentkiss]

So its been two years and I figure its probably time to start writing on here again. My lack of expression is probably the reason why my writing sucks currently. Ill post an old poem I wrote recently on here that I like a lot and start writing again soon.

To He

Sweet voice, candied words
On the telephone.
Insomnia kept him awake
To speak his muffled love.
He never faltered
But mumbled his content,
And left the phone to weep.

Lies befit his ambiance,
Sending poachers to hunt
His prey.
Feeding on the solitude
Of a dreamless yesterday.

Sorrow edged in sarcasm lines
The vestige of his words.
With an etiquette of monsters
And a delicacy of the scourged,

He entraps butterflies,
Naming them as pets,
To procure an illusion of masterpiece.
Pinning wings to his heart in
Tragic and majestic pining for
A way to escape himself.

He claims his victory over
Victims, they,
In love with a loveless magician,
Fall silently into a sleep, and dream dreams
For which he will never behold.
And he, soldier of deceit,
Stands alone by night and watches
As the moon claims its victory
Over the sky.

This was written when I still thought about him every day. I'm glad to say that has changed some.